#lu crossover fic

[musical-chan]

Shadow of a Deity (A LU/FoT crossover)

Chapter 1: A Portal Awry

Link had a mask that was a deity. In one universe, that deity became a father. In another, he didn't. What happens when those two realities collide?

The portal was askew as the nine heroes named Link tumbled out of it. 

The journey had not been a good one. Something had gone wrong.  Instead of walking calmly between one time and the next, they had fallen into this new one.  All the other trips had been a seamless journey, instantaneous from one place to another.  This had taken too long, with a pressure that squeezed and pulled at them, like their destination was somewhere they didn't belong. Instead of an open door, the portal was a crack in a wall they had to force their way through.  When they finally found fresh air, they stumbled, fell and nearly lost the contents of their stomachs as they sprawled under the great, spreading branches of many trees in a deep, dark woods. 

"Where are we? When are we?" Legend climbed shakily to his feet, sharp eyes taking in every detail.  There were so many dark forests in Hyrule over many years that they could be anywhen at all.  He spun at the sound and feel of collapsing magic and watched as the portal fizzled away into nothing.  "Well, there's that. We're trapped here."

(Read the rest on AO3!)

Continuity for this fic is as follows: Father of Time: After the second Termina visit, before the Hebra trip, probably before the Navi reveal Linked Universe: After the whole Dawn storyline, most likely before the temple.

[gintrinsic-writing]

Drabble prompt: in the mines

The entrance to the mine loomed over them like a cold, black tomb. Nothing seemed to stir within.

"I vote no," Wind announced promptly, crossing his arms as he squinted into the darkness.

Wild picked up a small stone and rolled it between his palms before throwing it into the mine. It vanished amidst the shadows with an echo that carried for far too long. Wild's ears twitched uncertainly. "Could be fun?"

"A glowing review," Legend drawled. He turned to Hyrule with obvious doubt. "You're sure there isn't another way? I've heard of this place--even in my time, Moria was dangerous."

"There's only the mountain pass. I don't think we have a choice."

"Hyrule's right," Time answered, though he sounded troubled. "The wizzrobes have made the pass too dangerous. We'd freeze before we ever reached the other side. The only way is through." Despite his words, he angled himself between the younger heroes and the mine.

Twilight began tying a bandana around the lower half of his face. "Smells like death. A lot of it. And 'blins."

"Anything else?" Four asked resignedly.

"... trolls, too."

Legend and Sky harmonized as they groaned.

While the others regretted every choice that led to this moment, Warriors approached Time and quietly asked, "What about our little tagalong?"

"I'm not sure," Time answered just as quietly. "I can't fathom why the Skull Kid would be following us, or how, but he hasn't caused trouble yet."

"This is going to be a disaster, mark my words."

"Marked, Captain," Time answered wryly. Louder, he said, "Alright, let's move out. Keep your wits about you, limit chatter, and absolutely no wandering."

Wild smiled innocently, but Hyrule didn't appear to notice Time's pointed look. Instead, he cast a wary glance across the small lake they'd passed earlier. The water rippled. "I think... we have a problem," Hyrule warned.

Warriors didn't hesitate to draw his sword. "And so it begins."

[waterblob-art]

some more assorted doodles. mostly ishdon again.

[skyward-floored]

Oh DO tell me more about the Eveni LU little drabbly thing

You know what, I’ll just show you the part I actually wrote out, since the beginning bit is actually pretty well done.

There’s more to it then this obviously, but this is the part that one night I just wrote out because I was in the mood. this is what I do when I’m bored XD

(For those unaware, Eveni is Link (Twilight in this case) and Midna’s son.)

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Link sprints through the portal with a hand held tightly to his son.

That black lizalfos had nearly killed him, killed them both, and the portal was the last place to go. He’s bleeding from a slice to his arm and his head is spinning from dark magic, but Eveni is unhurt, and that’s all that matters.

He breathes in shakily as he holds his son to his chest, looking up at their new surroundings.

They’re in a forest, but it’s much different from the one they were in before jumping through the portal. It’s smaller, younger, and deciduous trees instead of pines, late afternoon sunlight shining through their leaves.

It’s also fall. Which is odd, because it had been late spring where he’d just been.

“Huh,” he says absently, making sure the sling securing Eveni to his chest is tight, “well that’s a might strange.”

His son babbles in seeming agreement.

Link no more hears the presence behind him then senses it, leaping out of the way as a blade suddenly swings through the portal. Eveni shrieks and he bolts, noting that he’s not on any sort of trail or anything as he sprints.

Leaves crunch under his feet and roots stick up from the ground to try and trip him, but he can’t afford to slow down. He can still hear the lizalfos chasing him, and while it’d be so much faster to be a wolf, it’s also a lot harder to hold a baby when you don’t have arms.

Something swipes at his face and as Link jerks to avoid it he stumbles, and claws gouge into the back of his knee.

He sprawls to the ground with a cry, turning and clutching Eveni so he doesn’t hurt him inadvertently, and winces as he lies in the dirt for a second. Link hears footsteps and begins to scramble for his shield when his world lurches, something throwing him backwards and pinning him to a large tree.

And snatching Eveni out of his arms.

Link shouts as the black lizalfos steps forward, holding up his baby as it looks at him with an almost amused expression.

Eveni begins to cry.

“Let him go,” Link nearly roars, but whatever is holding him does not budge even from his in no way measly strength. It’s magic or something— there’s nothing visibly holding him back. “I’m who you’re after let him go he’s done nothing—!”

The lizalfos grins and peels back the blanket, licking its chops.

Link feels an all-encompassing fear crash over him and he shouts with pure panic and rage as he pulls with all his might to break free, struggling madly and feeling utterly helpless as the lizalfos looks hungrily at his son.

An arrow slams into the lizard’s knee.

It screeches, and the magic holding Link fades enough for him to break himself free and leap at the monster, kicking and clawing at its face. It hisses angrily but Link manages to grab his son out of its grasp, holding him close as he scrambles backwards.

He takes a second to thank the spirits Eveni is okay, then grabs for his sword as he tries to soothe the wailing baby and also keep an eye on the lizalfos.

But the last of these ends up being unnecessary.

The lizalfos is already gone, no sign of it but a trail of black blood leading off into the woods. In it’s place are three hylians, one holding a bow, who are looking at him with wide, concerned eyes. Several more are charging into the woods, and Link assumes they’re chasing the escaped monster.

“Sir is your baby okay?” asks one, a short kid with a green bandana in his fringe. He takes a hesitant step forward. “Are you okay?”

Link shuffles back, unsure of what to think of these men. They must have shot the monster, but he’s in a completely unfamiliar location and situation here.

And his head is still spinning from having watched Eveni nearly die.

“Wh... do you...” he asks, clutching his son and ignoring how there’s blood running down both his arm and leg now. “Where am I?”

A large man, wearing armor that’s eerily familiar, holds out a placating hand, sheathing his sword with the other.

“A place called Akkala, or so I’m told,” he says gently, obviously trying to calm Link down, “We’re hunting the lizalfos... or perhaps he’s hunting us. I’m sure you’ve noticed it’s not a regular one of its kind.”

Link bares his teeth in a snarl without meaning to as he thinks of how the monster grabbed Eveni, and the men inch back a bit. He pushes down the growl in his throat and sighs, suddenly exhausted.

“It... chased us through some portal,” he says, blinking tiredly. “Was going for me. Specifically.”

The teenager with the bow glowers. “How many more of us is it going to drag into this? Can’t it just leave us alone already?”

Eveni lets out another wail and Link turns his attention fully to him, holding him closer and gently soothing him.

“Hey, hey it’s okay buddy it’s okay, Daddy’s got you, he’s gone,” he whispers, and his son’s wailing slowly fades to more quiet whimpers. The man in the armor steps closer then, and offers him a cautious hand. Link takes it, stumbling with his bad leg, and the man doesn’t let go once he’s upright, giving him a concerned look-over.

Link meets his eye (the other is closed, a scar marring the lid) and for some reason... he feels that he can completely trust the man in front of him.

“Thank you for assisting me,” Link says gratefully, giving the man’s arm a squeeze. “You helped protect my son, and I can’t thank you enough for that.”

The man nods, and gives him a small smile. “Our pleasure. I’m glad he’s okay. Both of you.”

Eveni rubs his face up to Link’s chest with a whimper, and he shushes him again, running a hand over his head.

You’re okay, you’re okay.

“Hey, is your name Link?” the teenager with the bow abruptly asks. Link snaps his head up and stares at him, his already confused brain not quite up to figuring that one out.

“Wh— yes..? How’d you... do I know you?” he asks in confusion, and the kid with the bandana lets out a small laugh.

“We’ll explain, but uh, why don’t you sit and drink a potion first. You’re looking sort of... pale.”

Link doesn’t hesitate long before agreeing. These people, though they’re obviously all well-equipped fighters, don’t mean him any harm, and helped with protecting Eveni (which makes them more than okay in his book). They seem to be adventurers similar to himself, if he’d have to take a guess, or possibly monster hunters of some sort. Not to mention...

...there’s an odd sense of familiarity about them as well.

But Link is too tired to dwell on it much, so he merely follows the group, brushing a spot of blood off Eveni where it dripped from his arm.

The mystery can wait for now.

[silverdragon-imagines-blog]

I finally started writing again! And so I offer a snippet of the thing I'm writing.

And, of course, it ends up being One Piece. I currently have a ton of ideas, with only two of them starting to become actual fics. So, I figured that I would share one of them for now. It'll be a crossover fic with Linked Universe where Sanji gets shoved right into LU via Devil Fruit. I don't have all of the ideas in place yet, but I hope y'all enjoy it. I'll share the other one later on, which will continue my trend of writing fics with copious amounts of pain and suffering ^u^

[maidragoste]

watching the percy jackson series made me reread that fic, i published it before the pandemic on wattpad and never finished writing. The best thing about that fic were the comments because there were people who shipped the OC with Percy, others with Annabeth and some with Luke but what I will never get over is that they ship her with HADES

[gemglyph]

I'm supposed to be going to bed now so I'm dropping this in your askbox for you to reply to whenever you have the time.

I saw that you finished reading Room of Swords and oh my goodness, it has been forever since I thought about that comic. (Okay so maybe 2-3 years, but that's basically forever.)

That story was insane. I got so much emotional whiplash from reading that thing.

I AM STILL EXPERIENCING THE EMOTIONAL WHIPLASH!!!

Sorry for the yelling I am just still reeling from that experience. Room of Swords is one hell of an experience. I finished all of it and I’m just

I’m screaming!! Crying!!! I have so many theories!!! I’m stopping myself from doing an immediate reread. I need to recover

Also!! I hope you sleep well! Good night friend :D

[ahrva]

First Line Tag Game - Tagged by @zartophski

Rules: share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people. If you have written less than ten, don’t be shy and share anyway.

10. From the Elements We Came, To the Elements We Return: Earth was the first to be returned, just as it had been the first to be found.

9. I Want to Resurrect Whoever Made This Dungeon So I Can Kill Them Myself: "Is this normal for dungeons?"

8. Four's Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day: Today was supposed to be a simple, uneventful day.

7. The Full-Metal Hero: To say that the chain had no idea where they were was an understatement.

6. We'll Make a Pirate Out of You Yet: Twelve bottles stand evenly spaced out on a fence post.

5. Beware the Jesters of Nightmare: "Beware the Jesters of Nightmare."

4. A Talk in the Border Between Worlds: Vegeta wasn’t too sure what had just happened.

3. The Claaaw: “Come on Legend!”

2. A Day with Our Daughters: "Come on now?"

1, We Shall Rise Again: Imagine the seedier sort of "gentlemen's" club, where men--who are no gentlemen but like to consider themselves a cut above the rabble--meet to discuss the deeds that make them no gentlemen.

No pressure tags (sorry if you've been tagged already for this game): @gpow13 @nowhere-to-go-but-down @jeru-skyrider @mlnovaoff @lessinkmoregraphite @Nebulapaws @wayward-lotus @floor-tiles @telemna-hyelle @rijurambles

[pocketramblr]

How to Forge a Chain in Nine Easy Links

Yui Shaw was not a hero chosen by the goddesses, but somehow she and Ken ended up here anyway- through a portal, talking with other heroes of ages long since gone by.

[hugsandchaos]

I’ve been reawakened and I’m here to share my old ideas!!

The first one is pretty OP and probably not all that likely because of how crazy it is, but you know how in game days and nights were much shorter than real life days and nights? If their nights and days were just like that, a lot shorter than ours, then the reader would likely be able to stay up for days and not need much food compared to them, either. But let’s make it a bit more specific and say their day is two hours for us as an example. This idea also means the reader would be knocked out for four whole days (eight hours) to get proper rest, so it’s a bit of a double edged sword.

The second idea is them either being immune to magic or simply not adapted to it. This is coming from a more biological perspective because if the reader comes from a world with no magic, they’re probably not adapted or evolved to process its effects properly. I always thought that this would result in the reader throwing up a magic potion because their body didn’t recognize it and did the only logical thing — perceive it as a threat and force it out. But if they’re simply immune, then magical attacks wouldn’t hurt as much. Like if they get punched with a magic fire glove or something, the fire goes out when it comes into contact with them, so it’s just a regular punch.

Third and final idea is basically the whole “humans would befriend anything friend-shaped” scenario. The group warns the reader of something dangerous in the area, like dragons for example, and they take off running and appear 30 minutes later on the back of said creature.

Bonus for the third idea; This is why Wolfie didn’t scare the reader much. He was friend-shaped, fluffy, and friendly, all three F’s. And also he looks more like a husky than a real wolf.

I love the idea of humans being built different, it's even more fun when you get to unintentionally traumatized the other people :3

Sorry for late reply! I didnt realize i had mail 🥺💌

No fr, one of my fav tropes in "humans space orcs" fandom stuff over there, is like what we eat/strength equivalent/resistence to stuff = and the reactions thereof to it lmao

OH JUST HAD A FOUL THOUGHT

What if most things just bounced off of us as humans, bc the gravity in Hyrule is different than ours, i mean it is a diff planet (kinda?)

(This is not how gravity works, more like we could have extreme jumping, but roll with my bs science im an arts kid)

or like if we did get hit, it had nowhere near the impact of how it's hit a hylian, like for example: Guardians.

The guardians get possessed/copied into Dark versions after running around Wild's hyrule enough, and so not only is it 10x harder to beat than usual guardians, as its taking nearly half the chain trying to take it down (rather than like 2 usually)

And even better if ur out of the fight bc they still expect u to not be great at it, like ok ur temperature resistent, but thats not helpful in battle-

U get fucking hit by a Guardian Laser Beam, and everyone freezes, the Links fighting the guardian, the Links fighting the misc monsters, Wild mightve even screamed and came running after you-

And you just kinda, sit. Like someone pushed you while u were off balance, and u flopped on the ground, still sitting up even 💀

And ur chest is hot, but not burned or anything

Yeah, I'd love a universe of Humans ≠ Hylians

Maybe ill make a fic or like a bunch of oneshots abt this with Masc!reader, if anyone is vaguely interested in reading it

Otherwise id write it for myself and not bother posting LMAO

Peace out,

🌙

[gintrinsic-writing]

The Hero of Hyrule and Strife's Delivery Service

Globs of bloody saliva flew from the monster’s mouth as it screeched one final time. Lurching forward, it snapped its teeth in defiance once, twice, then toppled over. Its many tentacles twitched in a pattern not unlike a thready heartbeat before the monster stilled altogether. 

Hyrule gulped in desperate breaths and hesitantly lowered his blade. Despite the frigid temperature, sweat made his tunic cling to his back. Goosebumps broke out across his skin; already, his fingers felt stiff with cold, and every breath burned like fire in the back of his throat. “Who—” He wetted his lips and tried again. “Who’re you?”

On the other side of the monster, a man in a strange, black outfit swung his sword up and over his shoulder until it rested flat against his back. The blade was longer than Hyrule was tall, but the motion appeared effortless. “Could ask the same of you,” the man said quietly.

Instinct made Hyrule suspicious of the situation, though he fought to remind himself that sometimes people were simply good. His time with the others had taught him that. “My name is Hyrule. I got separated from my friends.”

“Hm,” the man answered noncommittally, crossing his arms. “Weird place for a friendly weekend getaway.”

“I’m not actually sure where I am.”

If anything, the man looked even less impressed than before. “Twenty miles south of Gaea’s Cliff.” He frowned briefly at the monster, then glanced back at Hyrule. His eyes seemed to glow in the fading light. “Treasure hunter?” 

“Ah, sure,” Hyrule answered awkwardly. It sounded better than “destined hero on a quest across timelines.” “Pardon, you never said who you are…?”

“Just a delivery boy.”

“A… delivery boy,” Hyrule repeated. He eyed the fallen monster again. “And that?”

“Malboro.” 

Hyrule shook his head. He was beginning to shiver in earnest. “Never heard of—Whoa!” Suddenly, the monster dissolved into blue-green shimmering light. Within seconds, nothing remained of the fight except trampled snow. Hyrule couldn’t help but think of Wild’s sheikah tech. “Did it teleport?”

The man raised both brows. “It returned to the lifestream.”

 “Right…” He rubbed his arms, teeth clacking faintly. He hoped the others had landed somewhere a little warmer. “Well, thank you for your help. That, ah, malboro took me by surprise.” 

“It was a lucky hit.”

Hyrule eyed that ridiculous sword again. “Sure.”

The man sighed. “Maybe you should call your friends.”

“Oh, um, sure.” Hyrule shrugged, then cupped his hands around his mouth. “Legend! Time! Anybody! Hello?” His voice echoed faintly before it succumbed to the sounds of nature. Nobody called back.

“I meant…” The man huffed. “Do you not have a phone?”

“A phone?” Hyrule asked, ears twitching uncertainly.

The man blinked at him. For a moment, his eyes looked more green than blue. “Never mind. You’re clearly not…” He waved vaguely toward Hyrule. 

“Not what?” 

“Nothing. Come on, let’s mosey. Whatever you are, you’ll freeze to death without shelter. Probably.” That said, the man turned on his heels and began striding across the icy tundra.

“But…” Hyrule hurried to catch up. His toes felt numb. “What about my friends?”

“I’ll find them.” Somehow, the man sounded both confident and unenthused. Hyrule thought he and Legend might get along. 

“Okay, thanks. I can help, though!” It would only be right, and besides, Hyrule still didn’t entirely trust this guy. And it was obvious the feeling was mutual. “Are you not cold?” 

“No.”

“No to help, or no to the cold?”

“Yes.”

Hyrule fought a sigh of his own. He followed the delivery boy and prayed this wasn’t a new Link. 

[augustinapril]

Heyyy Spence

So I saw that you wanted some batfam requests (especially platonic ones) so I was wondering if I could ask for a batfam (you pick whatever characters you want to be added) x bat!sibling reader who’s getting a special award but doesn’t tell anyone about it? Not bc they don’t think the family will care, they just think that the rest of them are busy and don’t want to bother them. They somehow find out though and are all there so surprise the reader?

If not- that’s totally fine too!!

Take care <333

Spider || Batfam

Paring: Batfam & gn!reader

Sypnosis: You're Brooklyns resident Spider, or The Insect, as Heaven likes to call you. It's a job you've taken with honor, and you're being thanked for it by the city. What you didn't expect was to see your family in the crowd.

Warnings: kind of a spiderman x dc crossover? r is basically the spiderman of DC, talks of heights, violence and terribly written fight scenes, reader is threatened by a villian, swearing, mentions of food, its poorly written I'm sorry!!

wc: 3.2k || nav || m.list

a/n: shout out to @lu-vin-it for being a character in this fic! he also happens to write so you should definitely go check out their stuff (that's a threat not a request). thank you @lemkay-luminary for proofreading!! <3 reblogs > likes!!

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Gotham City was constantly buzzing with life, along with death. It was a violent city, full of murderers, thieves, robbers, and villians drowning in a thirst for blood. More times than you could count, the city has stolen the life of people you've cared for. 

It held too many bad memories for you to stay. You loved the city, and it would always be your home, but you had a new home in Brooklyn, too.

Brooklyn gave you a breath of fresh air, here you could see the sun most days. It was calming, the warmth of it a comfort. You love it here and the people here love you in return.

"Spider!" A little girl from down below shouted, strawberry ice cream smeared across her face as she pointed up at you. "It's Spider!"

Her father gave her a light lecture on how it was rude to point when you attached yourself to the side of a building, offering the little girl a wave. She waved back, squealing in excitement at the fact that the Spider was waving at her. 

"Y/n, you know those guys we've been tracking for God knows how long?" Heaven's voice spoke through the comms, startling you.

"I don't, actually, I think they've managed to slip my mind." You retorted sarcastically as you jumped off and swung your way to a nearby rooftop.

"You were bitten by an insect, I can treat you like an insect." 

"Spiders aren't insects, they're—"

There was an annoyed huff that cut you off, it made you snicker. "Fuck you. I should make you do all this by yourself, but I don't. Be grateful. Anyways, so I've gotten a location on them, Visage is most definitely there."

"Where?" You asked quickly. Visage has been tormenting the city for a while now.

"Near Plymouth Church. They've been spotted in some run down building near it." 

"Thank you." You responded and the comms cut out.

That's when you jumped, arms behind you, the breeze pushed against your suit. It was exhilarating to fly through the air, being so high above everything else. 

Helping people in the way you do, swinging through the city and hearing people like that little girl call out to you was worth every risk the job came with. You'd put yourself on the line every time because you're here to protect them. 

Which brought you here, on top of some building across from an abandoned grocery store. Your eyes were glued to the doors, as you watched and waited for something to happen.

A man walked out, wearing protective green gear. It was Visage, you knew it was. There was no mistaking him and his rather ugly suit. 

"Visage, my man, what's up?" You jumped over to the power line nearby, standing on top of the wooden pole. His head snapped up to you, and the second it did, you webbed him. Jumping up you yanked him up with you. You grabbed ahold of his head and slammed it onto the pole. There was a crack in his helmet, him falling to the ground and letting out a pained groan.

"Fuck," You heard him hiss under his breath, struggling to pull himself off the ground. You didn't give him much of a chance before you leapt down in front of him, landing before swiping him off his feet.

"I'm gonna kill you," He raised his gauntleted hand and he fired at you from his spot on the ground.

It was one of his weird creations, Vistech as he liked to call it. It made you realize that villians are extremely uncreative when it comes to naming things.

"'I'm gonna kill you' blah blah blah, I've heard it all before. Your words mean nothing." You retorted, moving out of the way of whatever it was he shot at you. He had a nasty habit of creating new concoctions and testing them on you.

You were sure you probably seemed cocky, and the way he tensed made it evident he wasn't very appreciative of your attitude. "You're really annoying, you know that?"

After that he charged at you, gear adding power to his steps. Your senses spiked, making you leap out of his way. His gauntlet grabbed hold of your arm, as he throwed you towards a nearby wall. 

The impact knocked the wind out of your lungs, falling to the ground with a wheeze. You could hear his heavy boots hit the ground with each step he took towards you. You pushed yourself off the ground, then you lifted your hand and shot webbing at his face. His cries were muffled by the substance, his hand scratched to try and get the webs off. 

You fully pushed yourself off of the ground, wincing in pain. Much to your dismay, the second you were on your feet Visage had pulled off the webs. He ran towards you again and you were lucky to move out of the way on time.

You put your hand behind his head and slammed it full force into the wall, knocking him unconscious. You crouched down, inspecting Visage's guantlet, lifting the heavy metal. It was warm to the touch, most likely because of the weird substance in them.

You looked them over, searching for a way to remove them . It was more sophisticated than you originally thought, but you found it eventually. 

You knew Visage wasn't the highest of rank in whatever business he worked for, but he was high enough on there for you to get some information on the entire organization. 

You tied him up with your webbing, and when you heard police sirens you leapt up to the rooftop of the nearest building, Visage's guantlet in hand.

***

The fight had been all over the news.

Some people praised you for your efforts whilst others said you were nothing but a menace, but the mayor, much to your surprise, was extremely pleased with your work.

She made an announcement on television about wanting to thank you personally for everything you've done for Brooklyn.

Which led you here, stood near the entrance of the building the mayor did most of her work in. She looked elegant, black pencil skirt hugging her legs and waist, a matching jacket on top of a white dress shirt. She was so put together it made you nervous.

You didn't look put together. Not that you really could in your spidersuit but you still felt self-conscious. 

Yet she offered you a warm smile, holding her hand out towards you. "Spider! It's nice to meet you in person."

You smiled back, though she couldn't see it from underneath your mask. "It's nice to meet you too, Madame Mayor." Her hand was warm against the fabric of your suit.

"So you and I will just walk out that door," She began, pointing over towards the door. "And I'll greet the crowd, give a speech, and then I'll shake your hand once more. I'll warn you now, there will be a lot of people."

It was strange how you could fight dangerous people and yet the mention of a crowd made your heart rate pick up. 

You nodded, and she smiled again. Her heels clicked loudly against the white flooring of the office building, your steps quieter than hers. You made sure to wear your converse here. There had been many times you forgot to slip on your shoes before heading out of your bedroom window, your mind racing to find reported criminals.

The doors opened, sunlight shined through as you exited the brick building. There was an abundance of people in the crowd, the snapping of pictures and shouts of Spider filled the atmosphere. There were news reporters that surrounded the barricades of the stairs, keeping the rambunctious crowd from getting too close.

"Hello people of Brooklyn!" The Mayor waved, sun reflecting off of her white painted nails. The way she handled the crowd made you envious and it took everything in you not to teeter on your feet to calm the nerves. 

The crowd gave a series of shouts and greetings in reply, making the mayor laugh. She was good at this, but you suppose she had to be. That's when she introduced you, another wave of excited noise spilled from the ocean of people across from you.

"Hello." You replied as you waved and cringed at how awkward you probably sounded. Another group of greetings sounded around you.

People could be loud when they wanted to be, and that amplified in groups. You eyed them, and noticed the little girl from a few days ago again. She rested on top of her father's shoulders—her face was ice-creamless now—and her abundance of red waves was put into braids with ribbons tied at the end.

She made you smile from under your mask, as the beginning of the mayor's speech slipped past your ears. You moved your gaze from her, your eyes looked over the people and that's when you saw them. Your family in the very back.

Dick looked silly. The entirety of his outfit was just Spider merchandise and you were sure he seemed like an obnoxious fan to the rest of the crowd. Jason stood away from him, probably upset that he had to stand so close to Dick when he looked like that. He blended in more with the crowd, he wore simple attire that any normal person would wear in public. Not that he was normal, he just didn't like to stand out in such a way. 

Your father wore a suit. A very pristine suit, as usual, no one except reporters ever wore something so proper to an event like this. 

Steph had the biggest smile ever on her face, hair pulled back by a purple headband, dressed simply in a long skirt and a purple cardigan to cover it. Tim stood next to her, adorned in a sweater Bernard had given him and a pair of shorts. The both of them were on the opposite side of the crowd. Cass was not too far away. 

She had never enjoyed crowds, or people in general. You wouldn't have noticed her if not for your enhanced senses. She leaned against Bruce's car, the entirety of her black attire blended in with the car's paint. Damian was beside her, arms crossed. The warm weather had him in a simple pair of brown cargo shirts, his green t-shirt blended nicely with them.

Damian probably didn't want to come. Not that he didn't love you or anything, no he often talked about how you were the most tolerable out of the rest of his family, he just never saw the point in coming to something he could very easily watch on TV. You were going to make sure to thank him later.

You returned your attention back to the mayor. As she was nearing the end of her speech she turned to you. "—And I'd like to thank each and every one of you for coming here today. The Spider has done so much for our city this last year, and it seemed rude to not provide our hero a proper thank you."

Her hand reached toward you once again, but before she could grasp your hand an intense feeling of danger hit you. Your head snapped up, turning over and noticing a man—one of Visage's men it seemed from the apparel he wore—directing one of the  special guns directly at the mayor. You shielded her quickly, pulling her away just as he pulled the trigger. 

The crowd screamed at the sound, erupting in panic. You should've known this would have happened. Nothing is ever so easy.

 "Are you okay?" You asked the mayor, and she nodded, mumbling a thank you. You once her over just to make sure before jumping back into the crowd. It was almost as if the man multiplied in your short time of making sure the mayor was okay. 

"Can't you guys take days off or something?" You asked, annoyed when you webbed one of the weapons, yanking it out of his hands and sticking it up against the wall of a building. "Seriously, you guys are everywhere. I think you might need to bring this up with your boss."

One of them charged at you, which you swiftly moved out of the way but kept your foot in place, snickering when she tripped on the ground. 

You jumped, legs pushing you high enough to land on the top of a street lamp. You'd yanked one of the men up with you, slamming his head into the light before webbing him to it, leaving him dangling when you jumped down. 

"Do you ever shut up?" A woman shouted, irritated with you. She lunged at you, but hit the wall—hard enough as to where you could hear a loud groan.

"Only if you say please."

There was only one person left, he radiated irritation. It was easy to piss these people off. If it were a sport you'd have 1st place medals galore.

"And then there were two." You joked, watching as he pulled out a similar weapon to the first guys.

"Shut your fucking mouth!"

You scoffed, preparing yourself to attack him before you answered. "Do you people have no manners?"

It was a swift motion, webbing the weapon so he couldn't fire. He tried to rip off the webs before you got him in the face. His sounds of confusion were muffled, and you took this time to kick the legs out from under him, sticking his hand together 

Within minutes, you'd gotten all of them tied up. It was a swift battle—if you could even consider it one—and now you made your way back to the Mayor.

With a quick once over, you knew she was okay. Shaken up, but overall physically okay. You still asked to be sure. "Are you okay?"

She looked at you, offering a smile. "Yes, I'm okay thanks to you. Thank you again, Spider. For everything. I don't know where Brooklyn would be without you."

You couldn’t think of a response. Talking to people was hard, but talking to the Mayor was harder. Especially when she said something like that. “It’s no problem.” You said, though you questioned if it sounded awkward.

After assisting to make sure everyone was okay. You felt a small tug at the stretchy fabric of your suit. Your head drifting in the direction of the source, your heart warmed. It was the little girl from before. “Spider!”

You grinned underneath your mask, crouching down to see eye-to-eye with her, taking notice of the adorable crochet beanie in her head. “Hello. I really like your hat!”

She giggled, the brightest smile you’ve ever seen crossing her features. “It has you on it!”

"It does! Did someone make it for you?"

Her waves bounced around her head when she nodded, grabbing ahold of her father's hand and shaking it around. "My daddy made it for me! Isn't that right, daddy?"

He gave a proud grin, though it wasn't as bright as it would be if he didn't look so exhausted. "Yeah, that's right, sweetheart. I did make it."

"You should convince him to make me one," You joked, looking up at her father. "It's an awesome hat. I'm honored to have such a hat with me on it."

"She wouldn't stop pestering me until I finished," He replied, shaking his head with a chuckle. "She asked me everyday if her hat was done. She loves you."

You warmed and looked back at the child. "And her love will always be appreciated."

After a rather hard goodbye, he led her back towards their small car. It took a few hours, but eventually you were able to make your way back home for a quick meal. You had some spare time before you decided you were going to force yourself back out into the city, hoping to finally give yourself a chance to relax.

Though it seemed your plans had been foiled, the smell of Mac & Cheese filled your apartment, and the slight chatter of familiar voices bouncing off of the fake wooden walls.

"Alfred?" Your eyebrows rose when you saw the man that was basically your second father standing in front of your stove, a pot in front of him as he stirred a wooden spoon through the creamy noodles. "You're making Mac & Cheese?"

Alfred never enjoyed making Mac & Cheese like this, far more into homemade foods rather than the cheap store-bought boxes. He enjoyed putting care into his cooking, and boxed Mac & Cheese took that away. In his eyes, at least.

You set your stuff down, listening to Alfreds words even though he didn't look at you. "I would have made something else, but it seems this was all you had in your cupboard, L/n."

"Fair." You shrugged before you heard someone clearing his throat.

"No hello to your father?"

You looked at him and smiled. "Hello Father."

Jason snickered, as he crossed his arms over his chest. "You sound like Damian." His feet on your table made you send him a light glare.

"Better him than you, Jay. And get your nasty ass feet off my table." You shoved his feet off of the fake wood, as you ignored the glare he sent you when you walked by, and ruffled Damian's hair. "How's the favorite brother?"

He huffed in annoyance and shoved your hand away, an incoherent grumble being your only response.

"Y/n!" Steph interrupted, a blur of purple passing your vision as he gave you a swift hug, arms wrapping tightly around you. "We missed you!"

"I missed you guys too." You grinned, brushing a few strands of blonde hair that fell out of her headband behind her ear after she pulled away. "Where's Cass and Dick?"

As if on queue, Dick walked through the door, his hand in the air as he answered. "We're here!" He had a flare for the dramatics, his high-school yearbooks and his years of theater could prove it. 

Cass' entrance was far more tame, as she carefully walked through as to not drop the big yellow box in her hands,closing the door with her foot. "We brought cake."

"Cake?" You weren't expecting cake, and especially not store bought cake. Alfred would be quivering in his boots if he didn't have to hide his irritation. 

"You didn't tell us about the Mayor." Damian interrupted, his arms crossed. Irritation was written all over his face—which seemed to mask his slight pain about the topic—and you were hit with a sudden pang of guilt.

"Sorry, Dami." You began, as you gave an apologetic smile. You looked at all of them, trying to explain yourself. "You guys are all so busy, I didn't wanna pull you away from your work."

The explanation seemed silly now that you said it out loud. It was a stupid reason, your family cared about you a lot and it probably seemed like a kick in the face. You continued, words spilling out of your mouth in an anxiety consumed guilt.

"It's not that I thought you guys wouldn't care or anything I just— I don't know, I didn't wanna pull you guys away from something more important."

"No work could ever come above you," Bruce spoke quickly, taking your hand within his. He squeezed it, as if it were to make his words stronger with meaning.

And in a way it did, it reminded you that your family may be busy, but you all would always put each other first.

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sorry this was all over the place!! constructive criticism is always welcome!! please consider reblogging if you did enjoy it!!

[autumnmobile12]

The Sekoto Peak Tournament

It’s kinda funny how My Hero Academia is pretty much told through the lens of Midoriya’s perspective to the point where all other professions that have a fan following:  athletes, actors, singers, etc. just go completely by the wayside.  Just once, it would have been great to have Kirishima or someone mention a household name and Midoriya’s all, “…..?”

“Y’know, [insert name here?]  Legendary boxing champion?”

My point is, other professions outside of hero still exist and are probably just as popular as they’ve always been, so here’s the ‘Young Rei used to snowboard competitively’ headcanon.  This started as a piece I did for Inktober with a, ‘Rei’s a refridgerated character.  Don’t love that,’ attitude.   Because aside from finally making an attempt to fight for her family (a little late, sure, but I’m not here to do a character analysis right now,) Rei doesn’t have much characterization beyond being the victimized mother in Shouto’s story.

So two things to consider:

1.) Snowboarding is a high-intensity activity.  High intensity activities are known to reduce stress, anxiety and depression.  So Rei having this career before marriage (and possibly a little after) would have had a very positive impact on her mental health.  But after having four children, something this intense would be difficult to restart and being in her late twenties when Natsuo and Shouto were born, her professional career would have been effectively over.  Being cut off from snowboarding and its mental health benefits would have definitely contributed to her downward spiral in a more significant way than if she had never done it.  In its own way, this is also a reflection of Touya having all his energy and ambition and nowhere to put it, contributing to his own mental break.

2.) In both my Inktober post and this piece, Rei won gold and she’s wearing a different jacket, showing these were separate competitions.  Winning gold wasn’t a one-off moment; she was relatively successful and that may have served as some unspoken tension/resentment between her and Endeavor if she was one of the top competitors in her profession while her husband never made it past second place until over two decades into his.

I like the idea of this background for her.  I want to explore it further possibly as a one-shot, but I have a lot of ongoing projects right now (plus I’d need to do a little more research on how professional snowboarding competitions work,) so it’s a little up in the air whether or not an actual fic will happen.  For now, I hope you enjoy the artwork.

…

I also referenced Touya’s freaky smile for these, albeit not quite as intense.  He got that from someone, and my money is on Mom.  Mostly because I am entertained by the idea of a much younger Rei rocketing down a mountainside and terrifying other snowboarders with the same ecstatic, unhinged smile her son has.  And that footage probably exists online somewhere, someone in Class 1A is going to find it, and be all,  “Uh, Todoroki, I think I found a video of your mom.”

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And just in case anyone asks:  Yes, that is Korra in the back.  I like to sneak crossover cameos into both my fanart and fanfics, and when thinking of characters, I remembered a behind the scenes LOK fact that Korra’s character design was partially inspired by female snowboarders.

The third snowboarder is also a cameo from a more obscure, nostalgia cartoon:  Suzy Lu from Storm Hawks.

[somer-writes]

pumpkin stew, goat cheese with herbs, some kind of cobbler using fruit from the orchard. some kind of roasted fish. home canned jams and bread. i think ordonians are primarily pescetarian but maybe they do eat goat meat on very special occasions? and cuccos every once in a while

oh and fruit wines and/or beer that the locals make and bring in big jars to share. everyone gets wasted (except the kids they get fruit juice) and they dance all night. i think they celebrate the winter solstice and the goal is to party from sunset to sunrise

hey hey

hey

have a nice chrimbus

also what is malon making the boys for Christmas dinner

Hey hey

Malon is making glazed ham. And some roast cuccoo. Maybe some deviled eggs. Wild’s helping with all the sides.

My question is what does Ordon do for Christmas. What does their dinner look like?

[musical-chan]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY FATHER OF TIME!

Today's the day! One year ago I posted the first three chapters of Father of Time, thinking it was just going to be a fun little romp of imagining what it would be like if the Fierce Deity adopted the Hero of Time and look where we are now.

I have fics coming! Three of them! A chapter of Father of Time, a chapter of Link and the Deity and a new LU/FoT crossover fic that was supposed to be a oneshot and now isn't!

My other plan is to get reference pictures of the deities up on tumblr and babble about little lore bits if I think of them! Let's see what I can pull out in celebration for writing this massive undertaking for a year now!

If you're a fan and are reading this, feel free to send any asks you'd like about characters and lore. Even if you see this post much later than today, ha!

Hope everyone has a wonderful, FD-filled day.

[citrusici]

Ao3 tag game!

THANKS @ragecndybars FOR THE TAG I APPRECIATE IT

*cracks knuckles* lets do this

How many works do you have on AO3?

24 works! I would have never expected to have that many 5 years ago, hahaha

What's your total AO3 word count?

186,291! oh wow, almost 200k!! (unsurprisingly PT minato takes up over a third of that LMAO)

How many fandoms have you written for, and what are they?

10 fandoms! I'm counting Persona 3, 4, and 5 and separate, but I'm grouping all the Zelda fandoms together since it's all Linked Universe fic.

Here's the breakdown!

The Legend of Zelda & Related Fandoms (6)

Persona 5 (5)

Persona 3 (5)

SPY x FAMILY (Anime) (3)

Wizard101 (Video Game) (3)

SPY x FAMILY (Manga) (3)

Runescape (Video Games) (3)

Pirate101 (Video Game) (3)

Persona 4 (2)

The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild/Tears of the Kingdom (2)

Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood & Manga (1)

Star Wars - All Media Types (1)

The Legend of Zelda: Hyrule Warriors (1)

Top five fics by kudos:

The Ghost of Mementos/Stygian Ringlet (Persona3/5) - to the surprise of absolutely no one, since this is currently my longest fic. I'm very happy with Stygian Ringlet being the top because I love my boys :)

True Crime Special on the Midnight Channel (Persona 4/5) - my Ren has a TV Dungeon fic! also very proud of the dungeon concept for this one, I really need to finish the last two chapters

Dark Clouds on the Horizon (Linked Universe/TOTK) - I feel like this one got a lot of momentum partially because it was directly in the wake of TOTK's release, but I'm happy with how it turned out :)

Strangers Are Just Friends You Haven't Met (Persona 3/SPY x FAMILY) - this was a collab series with mewrose and a few others in the marigolds discord! we were throwing ideas at the wall to see what stuck and I really had a lot of fun with Shinjiro-related prompts, because I LOVE him and hitting him with the isekai baseball bat into a universe with Anya brings me great joy

Salt Tears and Raindrops (Linked Universe/TOTK) - directly related to Dark Clouds, and I'm glad people enjoyed good ol' fashioned angst >:) (I do need to post more of my wips, I do have a couple more roleswap AU wips that I want to post)

Do you respond to comments?

Yes! I almost always do because I really appreciate them and its my way of saying thanks for the comment! If I don't comment it's because I lost track of it or because I can't think of a response.

What's the fic with the angstiest ending you've ever written?

Probably Salt Tears and Raindrops. I was in a Mood and decided to go for the tried-and-true method of putting fictional characters I like through the emotional wringer. That's how I got the rough draft for this fic :)

Do you write crossovers?

*looks at my persona fics and recent LU fics*

...I think it's safe to say most of my fics these days fall under crossovers lmao

Have you ever gotten hate on a fic?

I wouldn't say I have? One or two comments that came off as rude, but no actual hate, thankfully. If I did, I forgot about it. I've been blessed by wonderfully nice readers <3

Do you write smut?

Nope. I don't read it, so I wouldn't know how to write it anyway.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of? I sure hope not.

I have seen a couple short fics slightly imitate Ghost of Mementos though, which I thought was really sweet that they liked it enough to inspire their own writing.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope, but I'd definitely be open to it!

What’s your all-time favorite ship?

RYOMINA. Hands down. I love them so much, I am so mentally unwell about these two

What’s a WIP that you want to finish, but don’t think you ever will?

My two Runescape fics, Whispers in the Temple and Welcome to the Jungle. I absolutely loved going hogwild with rewriting old quests in Runescape, but I psyched myself out of Welcome to the Jungle because I got overly anxious about accidentally doing bad representation.

(in hindsight, it probably wouldn't have been as big a deal as I thought; it's hard to make it worse considering how bad Legend's Quest was with the british-african stereotypes. that quest DID NOT age well.)

I also want to finish Snake in the Grass; that was my first attempt at a genuine mystery plot and I really liked playing with Warriors in that fic in the context of the gang trying to figure out who the heck is trying to murder him.

What are your writing strengths?

I feel like I'm pretty good at dialogue! I try to make sure it matches the character's speech patterns and personality. Really well-written dialogue can tell you who's speaking without actually telling who it is. (For example, the way I write them: Minato speaks as few words as possible and has very little filter with his observations when he does share them, and Shinjiro is pretty rough around the edges, with shortened words and the occasional swear. Warriors is good with words and wit, but he has a certain military-esque directness and doesn't dance around the topic.)

I do try hard to keep the plot clear and understandable over everything else, so probably that as well.

Also, now that I think about it, maybe fight sequences? I don't do them much, but I do enjoy the challenge of making a clear sequence of what happens in a fight and trying to make it understandable. Fight sequences are easy to skip or gloss over, but I think of them like their own miniature plot. What happens? What surprises are there? What are their movesets? How do they get the upper hand? (and of course, what looks cool as fuck)

What are your writing weaknesses?

Time management. I tend to over-proofread since I beta my own work, and often I'll go back to tweak stuff if I had additional thoughts to add to it, or extra insight. Lately, it takes longer to write chapters than I'd like.

Also, dialogue-heavy scenes often get very chaotic in my WIPs because of the way I rough out fics. I'll throw together a bunch of dialogue bits I think would be cool to include, and sometimes they'll clash or get really messy, especially if there's lots of characters (looking at the latest two chapters of Stygian Ringlet)

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fics?

I think it's cool! It adds flavor to fics. If it's more than one short phrase though, or if it's story important, then I do prefer that there is a translation in the author's notes. I haven't done any non-English dialogue in fics, save for one memorable adventure into trying to figure out how Latin grammar structure works for a character that didn't speak English.

What was the first fandom you ever wrote for?

Wizard101 and Pirate101. I was obsessed with those two for YEARS. I really, really liked pirate stories in high school, and having a cast of crewmates that accompany you throughout the game really inspired me to write my first fic featuring my OC. (I was also into One Piece at the time, but I never wrote for it.)

What’s your favorite fic you’ve written so far?

Stygian Ringlet. It's really dear to my heart. I have poured so much love and effort into that fic, and the reception on it has completely blown me away.

THANKS FOR THE TAG!! Uhhhmmm for tags I'm going to go with @skyward-floored, @catreginae and @breannasfluff (but only if you want to!! no obligation of course)

and of course any other writers that want to do it as well!! go forth