#oh tetra I’ve missed you

[abbygrabska]

Shakespeare Code

The Doctor turns a wheeled control while Martha holds onto the console to remain steady. I am sitting in one of the chairs watching them.

“But how do you travel in time? What makes it go?”

“Oh, let’s take the fun and mystery out of everything. Martha, you don’t wanna know. It just does. Hold on tight!” He practically climbs onto the console.

Martha is knocked to the floor and the Doctor falls off the console.

I laugh at both of them, standing up and grabbing the Doctor’s coat and Martha’s jacket.

“Blimey! Don’t you have to pass a test to fly this thing?”

I nod, handing the Doctor his coat, “Yeah, he failed it. Now, make the most of it.” I hand Martha her jacket.

“I promised you one trip and one trip only. Outside this door…” The Doctor stops at the door and faces us, “Brave new world.”


“Where are we?” She asks.

“Take a look.” He opens the door, “After you.”

Martha walks outside.

We follow her.

“Oh, you are kidding me. You are so kidding me. Oh, my God! We did it. We traveled in time. Where are we? No, sorry. I gotta get used to this whole new language. When are we?”

I glance up and pull her back, narrowly avoiding the contents of a bucket that a man throws out of a first-floor window.

“Mind the loo!”

“Somewhere before the invention of the toilet. Sorry about that.” He apologizes.


“I’ve seen worse. I’ve worked the late night shift at A&E.”

The Doctor starts to walk off.

“But are we safe? I mean, can we move around and stuff?”


I tilt my head at her, “Of course we can. Why do you ask?”

“It’s like in the films. You step on a butterfly; you change the future of the human race.” She explains.

“Well, tell you what then, don’t step on any butterflies. What have butterflies ever done to you?”

We continue walking.

“What if, I dunno, what if I kill my grandfather?”


“It’d be a bit hard to do that, judging by the clothing, I’d say we’re right before the 1600s, and we’re in London too.” I gesture around us.

The Doctor furrows her brow, “How do you know that?”

“My sister, she’s contemplating getting a degree in archival through fashion.”

“Hang on, I’m not gonna get carted off as a slave, am I?”

“Why would they do that?” The Doctor asks.

I make a face.

“Not exactly white, in case you haven’t noticed.” She points out.

“I’m not even human. Just walk about like you own the place. Works for me.” He shrugs.

I narrow my eyes at him, “We’re gonna talk about that later.” I turn to Martha, “Just stay close. And if someone gives you trouble just shout for me and I’ll knock ‘em out.”

“Elizabethan England, not so different from your time. Look over there.” He points to a man shoveling manure, “They’ve got recycling.” He motions to a pair of men by a water barrel, “Water cooler moment.” We walk past a man packing about the end of the world, “Global warming. Oh, yes, and… entertainment! Popular entertainment for the masses. If I’m right, we’re just down the river by Southwark right next to…” The Doctor takes our hands and we run around the corner, “Oh, yes, the Globe Theatre. Brand new. Just opened. Though, strictly speaking, it’s not a globe; it’s a tetra-decagon, 14 sides, containing the man himself.”

“Whoa, you don’t mean… is Shakespeare in there?”


“Oh, yes.” He holds his arms out to us, “Miss Grabska, Miss Jones, will you accompany me to the theatre?”


Martha and I share a look before linking arms with him. “We will.”


“When you get home, you can tell everyone you’ve seen Shakespeare.”


“Then I could get sectioned!” She jests.

After the play, everyone applauds as the actors onstage take their bows.

“That’s amazing! Just amazing. It’s worth putting up with the smell. And those are men dressed as women, yeah?”


I laugh, “London never changes.”


“Where’s Shakespeare? I wanna see Shakespeare.” She starts to chant with her fist in the air, “Author! Author!”

We both look at her.

“Do people shout that? Do they shout ‘author’?”


A man standing near us picks up the chant and it soon spreads.


The Doctor looks around, “Well… they do now.”

My eyes light up with mischief, the Doctor notices, “What are you thinking about?”


“We should bring a beach ball next time we do this.” I grin.

Martha snorts out a laugh, “Oh, that’s brilliant.”


Shakespeare comes out and takes an exaggerated bow and blows kisses. The audience goes wild and cheers even louder.

“He’s a bit different from his portraits.” She says.

“Genius. He’s a genius, the genius. The most human Human that’s ever been. Now we’re gonna hear him speak. Always, he chooses the best words. New, beautiful, brilliant words.”


“Shut your big fat mouths!” Shakespeare shouts.

The audience laughs.

The Doctor speaks, disappointed, “Oh, well.”

“You should never meet your heroes.”

“You have excellent taste! I’ll give you that.” Shakespeare points to a man in the audience, “Oh, that’s a wig!”

“I know what you’re all saying, ‘Loves Labour’s Lost’ That’s a funny ending, isn’t it? It just stops! Will the boys get the girls? Well, don’t get your hose in a tangle, you’ll find out soon. Yeah, yeah. All in good time. You don’t rush a genius.” Shakespeare bows, before he jerks upright, “When? Tomorrow night.”

The audience cheers, “The premiere of my brand new play. A sequel, no less, and I call it ‘Loves Labour’s Won’!”

The audience applauds loudly.

We walk out of the theatre with the rest of the crowd.

“I’m not an expert, but I’ve never heard of ‘Loves Labour’s Won’.” Martha points out.

“Exactly, the lost play. It doesn’t exist, only in rumors. It’s mentioned in lists of his plays but never ever turned up, no one knows why.”

“Have you got a mini-disk or something?” Martha asks, “We could tape it. We can flog it. Sell it when we get home and make a mint.”

I give her a look, “No.”

“Right, ‘cause that would be bad.” She nods, “Well, how come it disappeared in the first place?”


“Well, I was just gonna give you a quick little trip in the Tardis but I suppose we could stay a bit longer.”

We walk into the Elephant Inn and up the stairs.

“Hello!” The Doctor knocks on the open door, “Excuse me! I’m not interrupting, am I? Mr. Shakespeare, isn’t it?”

Shakespeare starts rattling, “Oh no, no, no, no. Who let you in? No autographs. No, you can’t have yourself sketched with me. And please don’t ask me where I get my ideas from. Thanks for the interest. Now be a good boy and shove…” He seems to notice Martha and I standing behind the Doctor, “Hey, nonny nonny. Sit right down here next to me.”

My eyes widen and I share a glance with Martha.

Shakespeare addresses the two men, “You two get sewing on them costumes. Off you go.”

The barmaid motions for the men to leave, “Come on, lads. I think our William’s found his new muses.”

“Sweet ladies.” Martha sits at the table, “Such unusual clothes. So… fitted.” He glances at me, specifically my legs, “And short too. Come sit.”

I give the Doctor an annoyed look as I sit at the table.

The Doctor holds psychic paper out to Shakespeare, “I’m Sir Doctor of Tardis, this is Dame Abigail of Tardis and this is our companion, Miss Martha Jones.”

“Interesting, that bit of paper. It’s blank.”

The Doctor looks at him impressed, “Oh, that’s… very clever. That proves it. Absolute genius.”

Martha peers at the paper, “No, it says so right there. Sir Doctor, Dame Abigail, Martha Jones. It says so.”

“And I say it’s blank.” Shakespeare says.

The Doctor scratches the back of his head, “Psychic paper. Um, long story. Oh, I hate starting from scratch.” He puts the psychic paper away.

“Psychic. Never heard that before and words are my trade. Who are you exactly? More’s the point, who is your delicious blackamoor lady?”

My eyes widen and I stare at him.

“What did you say?” Martha asks.

“Oops. Isn’t that a word we use nowadays? An Ethiop girl? A swarth? A Queen of Afric…”

I look at Martha, “I’m gonna have a conniption.”

“I can’t believe I’m hearing this.”


“It’s political correctness gone mad. Martha’s from a far-off land. Freedonia.”

“Excuse me!” A man enters the room, “Hold hard a moment. This is abominable behavior. A new play with no warning? I demand to see a script, Mr. Shakespeare. As Master of Revels, every new script must be registered at my office and examined by me before it can be performed.”


“Tomorrow morning, first thing. I’ll send it ‘round.” Shakespeare says.
“I don’t work to your schedule, you work to mine. The script, now!”

“I can’t.”


“Then tomorrow’s performance is canceled. I’m returning to my office for a banning order. If it’s the last thing I do, ‘Love’s Labour’s Won’ will never be played.” The man leaves.

“Well, then… mystery solved. That’s ‘Love’s Labour’s Won’ over and done with. Thought it might be something more, you know… more mysterious.” Martha seems disappointed.

There’s screaming from outside.

“You just had to fucking say that.”

We rush out to the street where the Master of Revels is spitting up water.

“What’s wrong with him? Leave it to me. I’m a Doctor.” The Doctor goes to his side.

“So am I, near enough.” Martha joins him.

The man falls to the ground, the Doctor stands and runs to look down the street.

Martha bends over him, listening for a heartbeat, “Gotta get the heart going. C’mon, can you hear me? You’re gonna be alright.” She prepares to start mouth-to-mouth as the Doctor returns and water gushes from the man’s mouth, “What the hell is that?”

“I’ve never seen a death like it. His lungs are full of water, he drowned, and then… I dunno, like a blow to the heart, an invisible blow.” The Doctor stands and addresses the barmaid, “Good mistress, this poor fellow has died from a sudden imbalance of the humors. A natural if unfortunate demise. Call a constable and have him taken away.”

She nods, “Yes, sir.”

A young woman walks up, “I’ll do it, ma’am.”

The Doctor crouches down beside the body.

“And why are you telling them that?” Martha asks.

“This lot have got one foot still in the Dark Ages. If I tell them the truth, they’ll panic and think it was witchcraft.” He answers.

“Okay, what was it then?”


“Witchcraft.” I tell her.

“I got you a room, Sir Doctor. You, Dame Abigail, and Miss Jones are just across the landing.” The barmaid leaves.

“Poor Lynley. So many strange events. Not least of all, this land of Freedonia where a woman can be a doctor?” Shakespeare ponders.

“Where a woman can do what she likes.” Martha corrects.

“And you, Sir Doctor. How can a man so young have eyes so old?”

“I do a lot of reading.”

“A trite reply. Yeah, that’s what I’d do.” Shakespeare looks to me, “And you, you look at this man like he hung the moon and stars in the sky.”

Martha raises an eyebrow at me.

“He might as well have.” I answer vaguely before exiting the room. Martha follows me out.

Martha is examining the room when the Doctor enters, “Not exactly five-star, is it?”

I shrug, “We’ve seen worse.”

“I haven’t even got a toothbrush.” Martha comments.

“Ooh.” The Doctor pats his pockets and pulls out a packaged toothbrush, “Contains Venusian spearmint.”

“So, who’s going where? I mean, there’s only one bed.”

He squints for a moment, “We’ll manage. C’mon.” He flops onto the bed, holding his arms out to me.

I roll my eyes with a smile, going to the bed and laying down on top of him.

“So, magic and stuff. That’s a surprise. It’s a little bit ‘Harry Potter’.”

I wince, “I wouldn’t know I refuse to read those books ever since I found out what she did in 2020.”

She looks confused, “What did she do?”

“She said anyone who reads or likes the Harry Potter stuff supports her transphobic views.” I answer plainly.

Her eyes widen, “Eesh. So is that stuff real? Like, witches, black magic, and all that?”

“No.” I tell her.

“Looks like witchcraft but it isn’t. Can’t be. Are you gonna stand there all night?” The Doctor asks.

Martha lays on the bed next to us, “Sorry, there’s not much room. Us three here, same bed. Tongues will wag.”

Alarm bells go off in my head, ‘She’s flirting with both of us? Ooh.’

“There’s such a thing as psychic energy but a human couldn’t channel it like that. Not without a generator the size of Taunton and I think we’d have spotted that.” He turns his head to face Martha, “No. There’s something I’m missing, Martha. Something really close, staring me right in the face and I can’t see it.” He turns his head back, “Still, can’t be helped. You’re a novice, never mind. I’ll take you back home tomorrow.”

Martha looks miffed, “Great.” She turns her back to us and blows out the candle.

I wake up to a scream.

We burst into Shakespeare’s room and Martha and the Doctor examine Dolly’s body.

I run to the window and see the silhouette of a witch on a broom flying in the sky.

“Her heart gave out, she died of fright.”


“Doctor?” I call for him.

He joins me at the window, “What did you see?”

“A witch.”

We all sit at Shakespeare’s desk.

“Oh, sweet Dolly Bailey. She sat out three bouts of plague in this place. We all ran like rats. But what could have scared her so? She had such enormous spirit.” Shakespeare ponders.

“‘Rage, rage against the dying of the light.’” The Doctor quotes.

“I might use that.”

“You can’t. It’s someone else’s.” I tell Shakespeare.

“But the thing is, Lynley drowned on dry land, Dolly died of fright and they were both connected to you.” Martha points out.

“You’re accusing me?”

“No.” I shake my head, “But I saw a witch, big as you like, flying, cackling away.”

“Peter Streete spoke of witches.” He admits.

“Who’s Peter Streete?” Martha asks.

“Our builder. He sketched the plans to the Globe.”

“The architect. Hold on. The architect! The architect!” The Doctor slams his fist on the table, “The Globe! Come on!” He rushes off.

The Doctor is in the pit while the rest of us are onstage.

“The columns there, right? 14 sides. I’ve always wondered but I never asked… tell me, Will, why 14 sides?”

“It was the shape Peter Streete thought best, that’s all. Said it carried the sound well.” Shakespeare explains.

“Why does that ring a bell? 14…”

“There are 14 lines in a sonnet.”

“So there is. Good point. Words and shapes follow the same design.” The Doctor paces, “14 lines, 14 sides, 14 facets… Oh, my head. Tetradecagon… think, think, think! Words, letters, numbers, lines!”

“This is just a theatre.”

“Oh, but a theatre’s magic, isn’t it? You should know. Stand on this stage, say the right words with the right emphasis at the right time… Oh, you can make men weep, or cry with joy, change them. You can change people’s minds with just words in this place. And if you exaggerate that…”

“It’s like your police box. Small wooden box with all that power inside.” Martha suggests.

“Oh. Oh, Martha Jones, I like you. Tell you what, though. Peter Streete would know. Can I talk to him?”

“You won’t get an answer. A month after finishing this place… lost his mind.” “What happened?” I ask.

“Started raving about witches, hearing voices, babbling. His mind was addled.” Shakespeare tells us.

“Where is he now?” The Doctor asks.

“Bedlam.”

My face pales, “The madhouse?”

Shakespeare nods.

“Okay, well, I'd rather not go back to a mental hospital, even if it is for a visit.” I admit.

“Don’t worry, you’ll be fine.” The Doctor says, “Come on.” He walks out. I reluctantly follow him.

“So, tell me of Freedonia, where women can be doctors, writers, actors.”

“The country’s ruled by a woman.” I answer. “Ah, she’s royal. That’s God’s business. Though you two are a royal beauty.” Shakespeare glances between me and Martha.

I see the Doctor step slower.

“Whoa, Nelly! I know for a fact you’ve got a wife in the country.” Martha points out.

“But Martha, this is Town.” He smirks.

The Doctor turns and comes towards me, grabbing my hand and pulling me along, “Come on. We can all have a good flirt later.” “Is that a promise, Doctor?”

The Doctor and I share a grin.

“Oh, 57 academics just punched the air. Now move!”

Screams and moans echo through the halls as we are led through Bedlam.

“Does my lord, Doctor, wish some entertainment while he waits? I’d whip these madmen. They’ll put on a good show for ya. Bandog and Bedlam!” The jailer asks.

“No, I don’t!”

“Wait here, my lords, while I make him decent for the ladies.” The jailer walks away.

“So this is what you call a hospital, yeah? Where the patients are whipped to entertain the gentry? And you put your friend in here?” Martha asks.

“Oh, and it’s all so different in Freedonia.”

“Do you honestly think this place is any good?” I ask.

“I’ve been mad. I’ve lost my mind. Fear of this place set me right again. It serves it’s purpose.”

“Mad in what way?”

“You lost your son.” The Doctor realizes.

“My only boy. The Black Death took him. I wasn’t even there.”

“I didn’t know. I’m sorry.” Martha apologizes.

“It made me question everything. The futility of this fleeting existence. To be or not to be… oh, that’s quite good.”

“You should write that down.” The Doctor suggests.

“Hm, maybe not. A bit pretentious?” The jailer calls out to us, “This way, m’lord!”

We walk down the hall to Peter Streete’s cell.

The jailer unlocks the door, “They can be dangerous, m’lord. Don’t know their own strength.”

“I think it helps if you don’t whip them!” I seeth, “Now get out!” The jailer leaves and I approach Peter slowly, “Peter? Peter Streete?”

“He’s the same as he was. You’ll get nothing out of him.”

I set my hand on his shoulder gently, “Peter?”

His head jerks up and he looks up at me with wild, glassy eyes, seeming like he wants to speak.

The Doctor places his fingertips along Peter’s face, “Peter, I’m the Doctor. Go into the past, one year ago. Let your mind go back, back to when everything was fine and shining. Everything that happened in this year since happened to somebody else. It was just a story. A winter’s tale. Let go. Listen. That’s it, just let go.” He lies Peter down on his cot, “Tell me the story, Peter. Tell me about the witches.”

“Witches spoke to Peter. In the night, they whispered. Got Peter to build the Globe to their design. Their design! The 14 walls, always 14. When the work was done.” He laughs, “They sapped poor Peter’s wits.”

“Where did Peter see the witches? Where in the city?” I crouch beside Peter, “Peter, tell us. You’ve got to tell us, where were they?”

“All Hallows Street.”

A witch appears beside us, “Too many words.” I go to stand beside Martha, “What the hell?”

“Just one touch of the heart.” She lays her hand on Peter’s chest.

“No!” Peter dies.

“Witch! I’m seeing a witch!”

“Who would be next, hmm? Just one touch. Oh, oh, I’ll stop your frantic hearts. Poor, fragile mortals.”

Martha shouts at the door, “Let us out! Let us out!” “Not gonna work. The whole building’s shouting that.” “Who will die first, hmm?”

“Well, if you’re looking for volunteers.” The Doctor walks towards the witch.

I stare at him, “The fuck is wrong with you?”

“Doctor, can you stop her?” Shakespeare asks.

“No mortal has power over me.”

“Oh, but there’s a power in words. If I can find the right one, if I can just know you…”

“None on Earth has knowledge of us.”

“Then it’s a good thing I’m here. Now think, think, think… humanoid female, uses shapes and words to channel energy… ah, 14! That’s it! 14! The 14 stars of the Rexel planetary configuration! Creature, I name you Carrionite.”

The witch wails and disappears.

“What did you do?”

“I named her. The power of a name. That’s old magic.”

“But there’s no such thing as magic.” “Well, it’s just a different sort of science. You lot, you chose mathematics. Given the right string of numbers, the right equation, you can split the atom. Carrionites use words instead.” The Doctor explains.

“Use them for what?” “The end of the world.”

“The Carrionites disappeared way back at the dawn of the universe. Nobody was sure if they were real or legend.” “I’m going for real.” Shakespeare says.

“But what do they want?” Marths asks.

“A new empire on Earth. A world of bones and blood and witchcraft.”

“But how.” “I’m looking at the man with the words.” “Me? But I’ve done nothing.” “Hold on. What were you doing last night, when that Carrionite was in the room?” I ask.

“Finishing the play.” “WHat happens on the last page?”

“The boys get the girls. They have a bit of a dance. It’s all as funny and thought provoking as usual, except those last few lines. Funny thing is… i don’t actually remember writing them.” Shakespeare admits.

“That’s it. They used you. They gave you the final words. Like a spell, like a code. ‘Love’s Labours Won’, it’s a weapon! The right combination of words, spoken at the right place with the shape of the Globe as an energy converter! The play’s the thing! And yes, you can have that!”

Back in the Inn, the Doctor is looking at the map. “All Hallows Street. There it is. Martha, we’ll track them down. Will, Abby, get to the Globe. Whatever you do, stop that play!”

“I’ll do it.” Shakespeare shakes the Doctor’s hand, “All these years I’ve been the cleverest man around. Next to you, I know nothing.” “Oh, don’t complain.”

“I’m not. It’s marvelous. Good luck, Doctor.” “Good luck, Shakespeare.” They head for the door, “Once more unto the breach!”

“I like that. Wait a minute… that’s one of mine.” I shout at him, “Just go!”

Shakespeare and I burst through the door onstage.

“Stop the play! I���m sorry ladies and gentlemen, but stop. This performance must end immediately! I’m sorry. You’ll get a refund.” The audience boos, “But this play must not be performed!”

Shakespeare falls unconscious on the stage. I groan, motioning for the actors to carry him off stage. 

The Doctor and Martha run in.

“Stop the play! I think that was it. Yeah, I said, ‘Stop the play!’”

“I hit my head.”

“Yeah, don’t rub it, you’ll go bald.” The Doctor hears the screams from out front, “I think that’s my cue!”

We run on stage.

“The Doctor! He lives! Then watch this world become a blasted heath! They come! They come!”

The remaining Carrionites freed from the crystal fly around the globe.

I grab Shakespeares' arm, “Come on, Will! History needs you!”

“But what can I do?” He asks.

“Reverse it!”

“How am I supposed to do that?” “The shape of the Globe gives words power, but you’re the wordsmith, the one true genius. The only man clever enough to do it!” The Doctor tells him.

“But what words? I have none ready. The Carrionite phrases, they need such precision!”

“Trust yourself. When you’re locked away in your room, the words just come, don’t they? Like magic. Words of the right sound, the right shape, the right rhythm, words that last forever! That’s what you do, Will! You choose the perfect words. Do it. Improvise!” I tell him.

He walks downstage, “Close up this den of hateful, dire decay! Decomposition of your witches’ plot! You thrive my brains, consider me your toy. My doting Doctor tells me I am not!” “No! Words of power!”

“Foul Carrionite spectres, cease your show! Between the points…” Shakespeare looks to the Doctor.

“7-6-1-3-9-0!”

Shakespeare repeats, “7-6-1-3-9-0! And banished like a brass farthing, I say to thee…” He looks to us, “You are not worthy of carving!”

The Carrionites scream.

“The deep darkness! They are consumed! Ahhh!”

The wraith-like Carrionites get sucked up into the cloud, tornado fashion, as do all copies of the play.

“‘Love’s Labours Won’. There it goes.”

The cloud dissipates and the audience sighs in relief before applauding.

The Doctor ducks out as the actors take their bows.

“They think it was all special effects.” I smile.

“Your effect is special indeed.” Shakespeare flirts.

Martha and I share a look.

“Not your best line.” Martha says.

We take a bow.

The next morning, Martha, Shakespeare and I sit on the edge of the stage.

“And I say, a heart for a hart and a dear for a deer.” “I don’t get it.” Martha shakes her head.

“Really? Made sense to me.” I say.

“Explain it?” “Heart as in the organ and hart as in a male deer. Makes more sense when you read it. Doesn’t make it funny though.” I shrug.

“Then give me a joke from Freedonia.”

“Ok, Shakespeare walks into a pub and the landlord says, ‘Oi, mate, you’re bard.’”

“It’s brilliant! Doesn’t make sense, mind you, but never mind that.” He wraps his hand around Martha’s waist, “Come here.”

“I’ve only just met you.” “The Doctor might never kiss you. Why not entertain a man who will?”

I look at Martha, her face shows embarrassment.

“He might not kiss her but I might.” I smirk.

Both their heads snap in my direction.

Before they can say anything the Doctor emerges from backstage wearing a ruff collar and carrying an animal skull.

“Good props store back there! Im not sure about this though.” He looks at the skull, “Reminds me of a Sycorax.” “Sycorax. Nice word. I’ll have that off you as well.” “I should be on 10%. How’s your head?”

“Still aching.” “Here, I got you this.” The Doctor removes the collar and puts it on Shakespeare’s neck, “Neck brace. Wear that for a few days ‘til it's better, although you might wanna keep it. It suits you.” “What about the play?” I ask.

“Gone. I looked all over, every single copy of ‘Love’s Labours’ Won’ went up in the sky.” “My lost masterpiece.” Shakespeare laments. “You could write it up again.” Martha suggests.

“Yeah, better not, Will. There’s still power in those words. Maybe it should best stay forgotten.” “Oh, but i’ve got new ideas. Perhaps it’s time I write about fathers and sons. In memory of my boy, my precious Hamnet.” “Hamnet?” Martha asks.

I shake my head at her, discouraging her from making another comment.

“Anyway, time we were off. I’ve got a nice attic in the tardis where this lot,” The Doctor holds up the crystal, “can scream for all eternity and I’ve gotta take Martha back to Freedonia.”

“You mean travel on through time and space.” Shakespeare corrects. “You what?” 

“You’re from another world like the Carrionites and Martha and Abby are from the future. It’s not hard to work out.” “That’s… incredible. You are incredible.” “We’re alike in many ways, Doctor. Martha, let me say goodbye to you in a new verse. A sonnet for my Dark Lady. Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate…” One of the actors calls out, “Will! Will! You’ll never believe it! She’s here! She’s turned up!”

“We’re the talk of the town. She heard about last night! She wants us to perform it again.”

“Who?”

“Her Majesty! She’s here!”

There’s fanfare as Elizabeth I enters.

“Queen Elizabeth I!” The Doctor speaks excitedly.

She glares at him, “Doctor!” “What?”

Her glare turns to me, “Abby!”

“Huh?”

“My sworn enemies!”

“What the fuck?” “Off with their heads!”

“Oop!” I hop off the stage and grab the Doctor’s hand, “That’s our cue! See you, Will! And thanks!”

We run off.

“Stop that pernicious Doctor and the harlot Abby!”

We run through the streets to the Tardis.

“Stop in the name of the Queen!”

“What have you two done to upset her?!” “How should I know? Haven’t even met her yet. That‘s time travel for you! Still can’t wait to find out.” He unlocks the Tardis and Martha and I run in, “That’s something to look forward to. Oh!”

I hear something hit the door as he ducks inside.

[alasse-earfalas]

If you’re up for it, I would love to hear director’s cut/commentary on Atmosphere. I’ve had the section where the ladies show up haunting my brain as well as Malon finding out what’s going on and why and asking to go murder a couple parents. ♥️

Of course!! This'll be fun. :D

The girls showing up was never a part of the plan until it happened, haha. Once my brain decided on it, I thought about who would notice their Links missing, how soon would they notice, what would be going on in their eras with the timelines all screwy, and how they would they prepare.

BotW Zelda (Zel / Flora)'s situation was the first one that came to mind, which is why I wrote the meet-up from her perspective. I figured she & at least Purah would notice that the SoR was in use and be like, "????? What the heck is going on???" And of course, since Zel hasn't heard from her Champion in a while, she's going to be worried enough to set out looking for him.

I figured Time and Malon would have some sort of rule or system in place about when Malon should start to worry and come looking for him. So she's all ready to go by the time she notices something off; she grabs her "wife's 72-hour emergency hero-ing kit" and rides out.

Tetra & Aryll are some of the first to notice something's up since they have such an immediate contact method that suddenly quits working. Tetra was going to set out by herself, but Aryll wasn't going to not look for her missing brother.

For Ilia, people suddenly started to forget about Link (idk why my brain decided on this but it did) and even the landscape began to shift as if he'd never existed. This set off all kinds of alarm bells and got Ilia packing to leave almost immediately. She didn't sit still and wait to be rescued during the Twilight Invasion, and she sure as heck wasn't going to sit still for this.

MC Zelda (Zellie / Dot) had a similar weird situation, except it was her that people weren't remembering. She was torn between "is this some elaborate prank" and "wait maybe something is really wrong" when a Minish friend recognized her and was super worried. That convinced her to set out through the portal (entirely, or at least mostly unprepared) to find her Link, because that's who you call whenever something bad happens. [ghostbusters starts playing in the background]

Idk what tips off HW Zelda (Zeldy / Artemis) that something's wrong, but whatever it is persuades her to travel in disguise, just in case.

Once they all arrive and everything is explained, Malon and HW Zelda are the only ones old/mature enough to understand exactly how heinous Sky's childhood situation was. Zeldy sees it more from a military perspective, like: "how could you treat a child—let alone your own child—so poorly that he ends up with mental issues on par with veterans of war??" and sees his parents as vile from that, more of a war-crime perspective.

Malon, on the other hand, has adopted all of the Links and is very mama-bear, "you don't hurt my BOYS" about it. Especially because she's met Sky, I bet they had a nice conversation while he was tending the chickens, she knows what a soft guy he is so hearing that he comes from that kind of a background just pushed all of her protective mama rage buttons.

This was fun!! If you want more details about a specific thing or if you want to hear about another part, feel free to ask! 😊

(As a side-note, I just got finished reading through the entire thing, and oh BOY chapter 155 is a mess. (;ಠ_ಠ) It's bad enough that I'm gonna go back & rewrite it, possibly touch up the chapters after it too before moving on with the story.)

[skyloftian-nutcase]

That always sucks seeing terrible people on here, especially when they’re so talented, but they’re just so insufferable :(

Anyways, I know you like Clover and I’ve been working hard at figuring out his story! But it’s hard cuz everytime I think I’ve finished writing all the lore and history I remember another thing that I forgot so I have to go back and add more lore so I haven’t actually written any of the story. But I’m trying to put down as many thoughts as I can for each part of the story! I plan to have 5 volumes for his story which’ll be a lot but I always wanted to make a graphic novel so I’m excited to work on it! But this time I’m gonna give myself time to figure stuff out before I jump into it you know?

Also I wish I could just sit down and write cuz I MISS Kori so much but I haven’t had any motivation to work on his story :c but I miss that bb boy

Also I cant stop thinking about my dad squad but there’s no solid plot so they’re all rotating in my brain lol.

Also one more thing I’m throwing my whole thoughts into this XD I’ve been obsessing over the four swords manga and that manga follows the story of Four Swords adventures. And that story has Tetra in it so I’ve been thinking about Four Swords Tetra and she’d do such a good job at annoying Leon and it’s so fun.

Ok I’m done let the Blorbos bring you comfort!

I totally get the whole “build lore first—oh wait I forgot—but then there’s—“ lol. I created an original galaxy with multiple cultures and a galactic history and timeline, added an entire parallel galaxy to it, all just so I could make an original story that still hasn’t had a single word written for it. But I have like two years’ worth of world building in a word document 🤣👍🏻 Take all the time you want and need! Just remember at some point you gotta take that leap and start writing. But listen to your muse and your energy, if you don’t have time/energy don’t force it. Sucks the joy right out of it.

Aww Kori, he and your Dads are great, but we’re all more than happy to just chill with you and your blorbos. Sometimes it’s more fun just discussing and doing scenarios! There’s a reason my healthcare AU only has like six actual plot chapters and like a thousand random snippets and quotes 😂

Wait, Tetra’s involved in Four Swords…? I know nothing of this 🤣😅

[bloodybloob]

GOD AU GOD AU GOD A— you have given me the brainrot!! may i ask for more content about it

Ask and you shall receive! I’m thinking… pirates?

(Link to info on this au here).

Warnings: Swearing

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“You sure about this Wind?” Hyrule had a nervous expression as he tied a red bandanna to the top of Wild’s head.

Wind merely laughed, “As sure as I could ever be!”

“This is weird, putting on clothes the mortal method is weird. Do you think if we asked Time super nicely he’ll let mortal’s materialize their clothing on their bodies too?” Wild spoke warmly, fidgeting with his leather boots.

“Time hasn’t majorly changed shit in like four centuries, I doubt he’d start now.” Wind answered as he messed around with Hyrule’s eyepatch, trying to get it just right.

“Oh, so we’re doing that mortal thing now, eh? What’s it called… swearing?” Hyrule chuckled.

Wind snickered, “You guys are seriously missing out! Mortal’s can go off on each other with their funky little fucking words.”

“I think you misused that one.” Hyrule remarked with a lazy grin.

“You can’t fucking use a shitty swear damn wrong bitch.” Wind said in response.

“What’s a bitch?” Wild asked.

“Come on Wild.” Hyrule simply dragged the scarred boy out from the back of his shirt, his question never answered.

“So I said, “Find your own loot you posh prick!”, and he started wailing like a baby!” The crew erupted with laughter at Wind’s very fake real story.

“Now that’s a story Wind. Ey Rule, you got any tales from your time on the waves?” Tetra spoke as she turned to the brunet beside Wind.

“Oh I think we’re witnessing a good story right now.” Hyrule pointed over to where Nudge was miserably losing to Wild at a classic game of mercy.

The man let out a yelp of surprise as Wild pushed his hand down to the table, well… more like through it. Zuko, who was standing beside the two, snickered and put a tally mark on a sheet of paper nailed it the wall. There was a plethora of little lines underneath Wild’s name and a grand total of zero under Nudge’s.

“I won again!” Wild cheered, as if he wasn’t a god in disguise with infinitely more strength than anyone on Earth.

“Yep… you did…” Nudge rubbed his hand and moaned in agony.

“You’re responsible for that table Nudge!” Tetra called out, causing the sailor to wail in defeat.

“Hey guys, got some beer from the nearby tavern! Anyone want some?” Gonzo came up onto the deck with a carton of beer under one arm. He settled them down onto the table Niko and Senza were settled at.

“Yes please!” Zuko hopped down from his chair and waddled on over, Nudge stood up to, still cradling his hand.

“Nothing like a good old beer under the starlight.” Wind said as he began to sit up, only to be stopped by Tetra.

“Woah Woah there, you three can’t have any.”

“What?! Why not?!” Wind screeched indignantly.

“You’re children.” She deadpanned.

“Oh yeah? Who told you that? Or did you just assume it?” Wind stamped his foot. “I’ve had alcohol before! I didn’t like it, sure, but this is different!”

“That doesn’t make it okay squirt.” She ruffled his hair, as if that was that.

“Oi! I’m not done!”

“He’s right y’know, we’re older than all of you combined, not underage by any means.” Wild supplied. Wind was about to acknowledge his statement with praise before his words sent an icy shard through the center of his heart.

“What do you mean?” Tetra asked with an amused tone.

“Umm, Wild-“ Hyrule tried to step in but the scarred god continued

“We’re much older than all of you. I don’t really remember most of my life, but I know it’s been a really long one.” Wild added a little smile, his innocence and honest tone caused Wind’s hope to plummet.

In the month the crew had gotten to know the three they knew Wind was the troublemaker, Hyrule had zero directional skills, and Wild told everything as it was, completely honest.”

“How would- wait a minute, no way…” Senza looked at them with a new spark in his eyes.

“What? What’s wrong?” Tetra turned to her crew mate with confusion.

“Have you heard about how the Wind God has been coming down to Earth and living the life of a sailor?” Senza pointed at the three gods. “Isn’t it weird that his name is Wind, his is Wild, and his kinda sounds like the old name the God of Magic went by?”

Realization overtook Tetra’s expression as her head swiveled in their direction.

Wind liked to think of himself as someone who could keep a straight face, someone who could be relied on when things got dicey, someone who could be cool while keeping his cool.

Wind, was unfortunately, not this someone.

“Hyrule! Get us out!” Wind screeched as he grabbed Wild by the shoulder, who looked mildly confused.

“What- why me?!” Hyrule exclaimed.

“Look- we are surrounded by water, if Wild uses his powers the ocean will automatically scoop us up and probably capsize the ship, and if I use mine to get us out I might blow the whole thing the fuck over. Your’s is safest!”

“You are aware that capsizing and turning it over are the same thing right-“

“JUST DO IT!”

Hyrule groaned, whispering, “We’re going to get in so much trouble…” before magic began to swirl around the three gods, Wind could already feel his body begin to fade.

Yells and screams were heard, Wind tried to tune it out, but he still caught the “Wind, no wait-!” before they appeared in their bedroom.

Wind heaved out a sigh of relief before collapsing onto the large, soft bed. Hyrule soon followed him, and Wild, struggling to hold his weight after the teleport, flopped beside him.

“Nice going Wild.” Wind murmured into the cushions.

“Huh? What did I do?” Wild spoke genuinely. It only served to make Wind both sad and frustrated.

“Wind, you can’t blame him.” Hyrule entered his vision as the brunet sat up.

Wind merely sighed. “I know, I don’t blame him. It’s just… frustrating sometimes.”

Hyrule smiled, “Some things change Wind, we’ve gotta learn to live with-”

“I’m still confused.” Wild whined, interrupting whatever speech Hyrule was about to delve into. It earned a giggle outta Wind.

“You’ll be confused once I beat you at mercy!”

“As if!”

“Ahem.” The three of them froze before slowly turning to see their other six brothers standing right beside the bed.

“It’s been a mortal month! Where were you three?!” Sky immediately jumped beside them, checking for injuries.

Wind looked up and saw it… Time’s disappointed glare, along with an almost unnoticeable shine in his eye that said we aren’t letting you out of bed for a week.

Wind sighed, it was probably a good thing Wild got them discovered when he did. If they stayed out there for any longer he was sure the punishment would’ve been a lot worse.

—

I tried my best alright?

The closest thing this au has to a central plot that it can orbit around is Wild’s issues, the problems they cause, and how the others react to it and why.

Btw I’ve been updating the original post with the au’s info, so if you read it like 2 or more days ago it probably has some new stuff you can find if you skim over it a smidge.

[airplanned]

Trill AU Part 16

I’m back!  And so are a bunch of Fi’s hosts.

Master list...Part 15

***

Pipit looked as if a solid surprise would give him a heart attack, but thankfully (and it was wrong of her to think this was at all a god thing) Fi having issues was not at all surprising to him.

"My seventh host?" he asked, leaning forward, his eyes wide and sparkling with awe.  "Fi didn't--I mean, I always thought they would die with me, but...seventh host!"  He dragged a hand through his hair with a grin and sat back in his chair, blown away by this piece of information.

Ruto made a noise soft enough for Pipit to miss but huffy enough that Zelda glanced up at her.  Her eyes and lips were narrowed, and she loomed over Pipit's chair as if expecting Zelda to pull out a phaser and attack him, as if ready to defend him.  Ruto's fingers tightened on the back of his chair, as if she might jump in to defend him even without the phaser.

"Zelda, could you--"

"You're Starfleet!" Pipit interrupted, sitting forward again in excitement.  "You can--You can help me find my wife!  Please, I think she might have died, but--Gah!  That must have been so long ago!  And I know she's not my wife.  She was my last host’s wife, and—She might not recognize me or like me, but--And--and even if she escaped with the city fell, I don't know if she could have found another host.  But I found another host.  So she...You have to help me find her.  Surely Starfleet has records and things?  Has she been looking for me?  She must be worried sick.  Or she must have been worried."  He but his lip and pleaded.

"You need to not get this worked up," Ruto said.  It was hard to tell if she was honestly concerned about his stress levels or just didn’t want Pipit to learn the truth and potentially raise his stress levels to actual dangerous levels.  Even though Pipit knowing that Hylia was sitting next to him would probably calm him down tremendously.

Until he asked more questions.

Zelda reached out to squeeze his hand.  

Ruto shot her a glare, and Zelda ignored it.

"Tetra survived.  Hylia did too.  I don't think dragging up a century of history is a good idea right this second.  But does knowing that help?"

She glanced up at Ruto, whose thin lips twitched, but she silently agreed to keep the peace.  For now.

Pipit stared at her.  His shoulders sagged in relief and he breathed, "Yeah.  Yes.  Thank you."

She smiled and squeezed is hand.  Then she pulled away before Ruto could light her on fire with her glare.

Or at least she tried to pull away.  Instead, Pipit grabbed her hand with both of his own, latching onto her like a lifeline.  His eyes dragged over her face, searching.

She did not want to know what he found there.

More earnestly than before, he said, "Thank you."

And then they were just holding hands.  She’d barely held hands with Link.

"So.  You know...Link?” he asked.  “You know him pretty well?"

There was a worrisome leading edge to that.

Ruto muttered, "I thought I knew him, but meeting his previous hosts like this is revealing."

"You're one of Link's best friends," Zelda soothed.  "You know him well.”

Ruto scoffed.

Pipit dove in in a different direction this time.  "Does he...what does he do?  Is he...has he learned to control his memory seep?  Well, I guess he clearly hasn't, but...Does he have friends?  A job?"

"He's the senior conn officer," Zelda said, definitely with too much pride in her voice.  As if she'd had anything to do with Link's achievements.  "He's a private person and keeps to himself, but he's charming and loyal and everyone cares for him."  Then so he wouldn't read too much into that (although he definitely already had) she added, "That's why we're taking him to the experts."

"He's in Starfleet?  I mean, he has his act together enough to be senior conn officer?  Oh my gosh, that's so relieving, you have no idea.  Fi survives.  Hylia survives.  I get better.  I'm so lucky.  I must have had really good friends to help."

Ruto couldn't take it anymore.  "You killed this sweet buffoon?!"

"I didn't kill him!"

"You killed me?"

"I've never met you!"

"Anju said--"

"Anju's wrong!"

"Who's Anju?"

"Link knows I didn't kill him.  Would he really spend time with me if I'd killed him?"

"Link's an idiot!  Who knows what he'd do!"

"He's not an idiot."

"He's hanging around you even though you give him memory seep!  Which he apparently knew would happen and didn't bother to say anything."

"I'm sorry Link didn't talk to you, but I honestly--"

Pipit interrupted with "Who are you and what are you shouting about?"

No, not Pipit.

Ruto groaned loudly, throwing her hands in the air.  "We're not going to get a break, are we?"

Whoever they were talking to now was not having any of this, looking more angry than confused.

"You're one of Link's previous hosts," Ruto explained with a level of impatience that matched their own.  "Which one are you?"

"If I'm a previous host, what am I doing here?"

"Fi was damaged," Zelda said.  "We think a guardian can sort you out."

They hesitated.  Unlike the other hosts, they made no move to inspect their unfamiliar body.  Cautiously they said, "Ashei."

"Oh!"  Zelda brightened, which clearly made Ruto irritated.  Zelda explained, "Fi's first host.  We met at the Symbiosis Commission when we were initiates."

Ashei frowned harder.  “Anyone can say that.”

“I'm Zelda Hylia.  You met Purah Hylia.”

Ashei stared at her a moment before recognition clicked.  She took Zelda in head to toe, and Zelda had to fight down a blush.  In the few months they overlapped at the Symbiosis Commission, they hadn’t been friends, especially since the Commission pitted initiates against each other so much that it was hard to make friends.  But they’d been cordial.  Ashei had been so confident and aloof that Purah had secretly lusted after her to an embarrassing extent.  It made her feel like a bashful girl, even now after everything.

"Loud.  With the hair, yeah?"

Zelda did blush then.  "Yes."

"What hair?!" Ruto demanded.  She looked absolutely furious.  On top of not trusting Zelda and unable to act on it, on top of being mad that Link kept things from her and unable to rant at him about it, she was now locked out of what had to be quality blackmail material. 

Zelda didn't know what to do.

Ashei's eyes slid to her.  "Your friend's collecting dirt on you."

"Yes.  This situation is an embarrassment of riches on that front."

Ashei tilted her head at Zelda.  She wore Link's jacket differently that Pipit did.  More careless and confident.  

Good grief, it was hot.

Zelda gestured for her to go ahead.

The corner of Ashei's lips quirked.  "She had a red streak.  And it'd hang down in front of her face, so she'd have to sweep it away all dramatic.  And she was dramatic.  She had these boots.  And she'd prancy stomp around when she knew people were looking."

"That's just how Purah walked."

"That's funny, because she didn't do it when she thought no one was looking."

"Aww.  You looked at her when she wouldn't notice."

Ruto groaned again.  "You two are just awful all the time."

Zelda shook her head.  "See, this is the problem.  You're not dealing with two of us.  You're dealing with more than a dozen people."

"And you're all like this all the time."

"At least Pipit was sweet."

"Ugh," Ashei said.  "I hope he was one of yours then."  To Ruto, she said, "Don't worry.  We didn't bang.  No reallocation here."  

Oh, let to void of space swallow her.

Ashei said, "But you're banging this guy, yeah?"

"No.  His old hosts keep interrupting.  It ruins the mood."

Ashei considered this a moment.  "I bet sweet Pipit would be down."

Zelda choked.

Ashei beamed as Ruto threw her hands in the air and explained exactly how not funny they both were.

While Ruto was on her rant, Ashei's expression flickered, then froze.  Discreetly, she reached to the console and tapped a couple buttons as if uninterested in what they pulled up.

Their flight plan. Status report of the engines.

Ruto was still going about how she should have sent [Rialis] on this mission because she had work to do with people who weren't walking disasters.  Zelda rested her chin in her hand and watched him, waiting for him to realize she was onto him.

It didn't take him long.  He glanced at her from the corner of his eye and froze.  

"Is my piloting up to your standards?"

Link gave a rueful smile and sat back.  "I got my seat back."

"Congratulations."

Ruto sucked in a breath, but then squeezed her lips together to hold in another shriek.  She held up a hand, closed her eyes, and took a deep breath.  In a calm voice she said.  "Link, you have a lot to explain.  Right now.  Before you blip off again."

Link tensed and let his eyes swivel to Zelda, wondering which of the many things he had to explain and which he could leave out.

"Anju told her that Hylia killed Ravio.  And also the being married thing."

Link's head fell back as he groaned.

"Give her the crash course on everyone.  She deserves to hear it from you."

Zelda stood, squeezed Link's shoulder and then Ruto's hand as she passed.  The look Ruto gave her was bewildered.

Zelda gave her a sad smile and headed to the back of the shuttle to make herself scarce and not panic not panic not panic.

***

Part 17

[ageless-soul-au]

Confidential - Meeting Fable

1913 words, this portion is rated G -- WIP!!! Full work to be posted once it’s done! (the rating on the full work will probably be M, lmaoooo)

There was a little interest in posting an excerpt, so here’s one! It’s early on in Confidential, and Wind, Hyrule, and Warriors have known Legend for... maaaaybe a week. Legend is just now relaxing into not being obscenely prickly and starting to see Warriors is a person and not just a soldier, but he’s not quite comfortable with them yet. Right before they change eras, Legend says goodbye to his totally-not-sister, the Princess of Hyrule.

Enjoy!

....Pspspsps.... For @mrowtastic, thank you for replying! We are holding you very gently...

“So does that mean we’re going?” Legend asked.

"Unless you'd like to make any stops," Warriors said, "to your Zelda for example, or anyone who isn't a cretin like those soldiers that you might miss." 

….He could go see Zelda. He’d told Ravio to tell her where he’d went, and to go see her meant he’d have to go to the castle and encounter more soldiers, but… he was going to miss her and a brief visit wouldn’t hurt, especially since the last time he’d gone away for a quest, he hadn’t come back for a long time… and he and Ravio had already bid their goodbyes, but they were so close to both the castle and his house….

Hyrule noticed his hesitance. “You do want to see people.”

Legend stared at the ground and tapped the toe of his boot against the grass. “....We’d have to cut through the castle grounds… but it wouldn’t take long if you all were fine with it. I’ve said my goodbyes if you want to get moving.”

"I'm fine with it," Wind said. "Always wanted to sneak through castle property! We don't have any castles in my Hyrule anymore."

"I don't mind it either," Hyrule said. 

That just left Warriors, who nonchalantly said it was fine by him too, or he wouldn't have suggested it in the first place, but he wouldn't look at Legend. 

Thanks to that earlier charade, Legend was now inherently distrustful of anything too casual coming out of Warriors’ mouth, no matter how honest it might sound.

“Wind, you can sneak, but I was just gonna go through the front door… Soldiers are usually better behaved closer to the castle anyway, so we shouldn’t have any problems. I don’t wanna take up too much of Zelda’s time anyway. It wouldn’t be long…”

"Is she nice?" Wind asked, moving next to Legend so he could lead on their walk. "What's she like? My Zelda never really went by Zelda at all except for like. Two seconds during the fight against that weird evil old man I told you about, yanno, the one who kidnapped my sister ‘cause she was blonde?"

Legend nodded. “Yes, my Zelda is very sweet. She’s too soft for the position really, and she’s a little younger than me. Busy trying to learn to take over the throne officially, though she’s been the only royalty for a while… And I remember. Her name is Tetra…?”

"Uh huh! Tetra's super cool, I think you'd like her. She's got a sense of humor that's dry like yours and she's real tough! Maybe if she met your Zelda, she could teach her a thing or two about being in charge!" 

"That's just his way of saying Tetra is in charge of him, too," Warriors snickered, sending Wind into a small fit climbing all over him. It was basically just mock wrestling, but the two were so familiar with each other that it seemed almost like they'd forgotten Hyrule and Legend were still watching. Legend got to see Warriors genuinely smile as he pried Wind off of him and laughed. 

"What?! It's the truth! You're the one who walked right into that!" 

"Can it!!!!"

Legend grinned slyly. “You like her, don’t you?”

Warriors poked Wind’s side. “They’re dating.”

“Shut up!” Wind squawked.

“That’s so cuuuute, though,” Legend cooed.

“I hate you both!!”

"That's not what you said when I helped you pick out flowers for her back in my Hyrule to press in your letters."

"Oh that's precious," Hyrule giggled. 

"S-shut it! You and Dahlia are even worse! During the Time War Every Time I Turned aROUND, you two were making googly eyes at each other." 

Warriors hissed an inward breath. 

".....Dahlia.... kiiiiind of isn't talking to me." 

Wind stopped short. “....What happened?”

Legend and Hyrule glanced at each other, equally as lost. “Who’s Dahlia?” Hyrule asked quietly.

"My Zelda. She's beautiful, wicked smart, a skilled fighter.... But unfortunately, we had a... disagreement... about me coming here. Going on this quest really upset her.... I don't think she really wanted me, she just felt like she needed to have me because of all this prophecy bullshit in our Hyrule. So, I asked. You know. If she wanted me to stay because she'd miss me, or because I was supposed to protect Hyrule. Apparently, it was the latter, and having a pretty face was just a bonus to her."

His fists clenched at his sides a moment, and he took a deep breath, inhale, then exhale. 

"...For the best, though. I know where I stand when I go home, no more dancing around 'could be almost something' when I could be taking time to figure out what I really want in a partner."

The other three party members winced and Wind apologized for bringing it up, which Warriors waved off.

They reached the east entrance to the castle grounds and Legend took a deep breath. Quick. They’d be quick.

The veteran hero led the way and the soldiers, true to Legend’s prediction, just gave them some sour looks but didn’t do anything. They were let into the castle and Legend was announced at the door to the throne room.

Zelda looked up from where she was having a conversation with an advisor, and her face lit up. She quickly dismissed her advisors and the few courtesans that were hanging around.

“Link! I wasn’t expecting you! I got a page from Ravio saying you had left!”

Legend tried not to outwardly wince at the name. Oh no, he’d gotten attached already… 

“Yeah, I’m sorry about dropping in… Before we officially left, though, I wanted to say goodbye in person, and--”

She hugged him tightly, cutting him off. “I’m so glad you’re here, thank you for coming…”

Legend’s ears turned a little pink, but he hugged her back. “I… yeah… ‘M happy to see you…”

"Cute," Hyrule tittered, getting a gentle elbow from Warriors. That made Zelda's ears perk and she looked up over Legend’s shoulder. 

"These are your companions?"

Legend released her and stepped back, nodding. "How much did Rav tell you?" 

"That you're time traveling again," she said, poking him in the chest, high up where his stays didn't cover so he'd feel it. "And that you're gathering heroes from other eras!" 

"Ow!" Legend gasped, rubbing his chest in mock hurt. "You're so small, your fingers are like needles--" 

Zelda rolled her eyes. "Like you can talk! We're the same height, short stack! You just wear tall boots!" 

"Don't spill my fuckin' secrets, you little--" 

Wind snorted and Hyrule was trying to hide a laugh behind their hand, and Legend decided he wasn't friends with either of them anymore. 

"I shoulda left you all outside," Legend growled. 

The princess waved him off. "Don't mind him, he's always grumpy. Hello, I'm Zelda, it's lovely to meet you all… I assume you're all named Link? Does that get confusing?" 

"We use our hero titles!" Wind chirped. "I'm Wind, and that's Warriors and Hyrule!" 

Hyrule waved, and Warriors offered a deep bow, lightly smacking Wind's arm until he did the same, albeit much more shallowly. 

"Pleasure to meet you, Your Grace. Please don't worry, all of us have our quirks, it's not just your hero, I'm afraid." 

"Yeah, Warriors gets just as grumpy when he's just woke up," Wind grinned. "He's a primadonna in the mornings."

"Hush."

Legend wasn't as annoyed at the formal tone Warriors used because it made Zelda smile. 

"Oh, goodness!" she laughed. "Thank you, but you really don't need to bow. My Link never does that, we've known each other since we were children, so I wouldn't expect you to. I'm flattered, though." 

Warriors settled into what Legend recognized as an at ease. "Force of habit. I've been around royalty for a long time." 

"He's been in the military for like ten years, the old man," Wind muttered. "He's a colonel." 

"Hush, Wind." 

Zelda blinked. Legend could tell she was fighting not to turn and look at him. 

"Oh, how interesting! I assume you all have a variety of backgrounds then!" 

Hyrule nodded. "....I'm just a traveler, really. I wander." 

"I'm a pirate!" Wind nearly yelled. The kid had no situational awareness, but it made Zelda giggle. 

"Variety indeed! And I assume there will be more later… Oh! If you go by your titles, what's this one's?" she asked, nudging Legend. 

"The Hero of Legend," Hyrule said with a little smile. "The people sing praises of his many adventures for generations to come." 

Legend didn't want to tell Hyrule to shut up so he just huffed and glared at them. 

Zelda rounded on him. "So I should commission a statue for you, good to know! I'll put it up right in the middle of the courtyard!" 

"Don't you dare," Legend scowled. They both knew it would be defaced anyway. 

"Might be nice to immortalize your scowl," Warriors laughed. "Use it to scare away monsters trying to break into the castle."

"Har har, captain." 

".....It's colonel."

He'd hit a nerve. There went their tentative truce. Damn. 

….Wait, why did he care about the soldier's feelings? He shouldn't. He didn't. 

Legend cleared his throat and turned his attention to Zelda. She was giving him a look, which he ignored. 

"We should probably get going. Just came to say goodbye. I'm… not going to try to promise when I'll be back."

Zelda considered him for a moment, then sighed. "No, you shouldn't promise anything. Just be careful, don't die, I'm going to miss you, please write, the usual things. And did you already see Ravio today? Because I got that page days ago." 

Legend jolted and tried to fight back a flush. "Um-- I was gonna, after this. You think I would visit you and not him too?! He'd kill me!" 

"Alright, don't get upset, I was just checking. I don't want to hear Hilda say he's been moping." 

"....He'll do that anyway," Legend muttered, a little sad. Guilty. 

"We'll make sure he gets back in one whole most of 'im," Wind grinned, earning another light arm swat from both Warriors and Hyrule. 

"What he meant to say, Your Highness, is we'll make sure everyone in our group gets home safe. Promise, Your Grace. We'll stop and buy stationary, the first opportunity we get," Warriors asserted. 

Zelda glanced at Legend, waiting. Knowing. 

"....I've… got that covered," Legend mumbled. 

The princess smiled. "Of course you do. Did you bring half your house with you?" 

Legend groaned. "Don't start. We're leaving, goodbye Zelda--" 

She grinned and grabbed his arm as he stepped away. "No, hug me goodbye! For good luck!" 

Legend "begrudgingly" let himself get pulled into another hug and squeezed her tightly, careful of the ornamental metal bits. 

"....Isn't it supposed to be a kiss for good luck?" Wind asked. 

Dread filled Legend's entire being, but before he could stop her, Zelda had grabbed his face and planted a big kiss on his cheek. When he gagged and dropped her, she was preening. 

"I like him," Zelda announced, nodding at Wind. "Great ideas." 

"And we are leaving, goodbye," Legend said, brushing past the other heroes. 

The princess giggled as she curtsied to the other three. "Lovely to meet you all. Whenever you're back, please come visit if you can." Then she called to Legend, "And be safe!"

"I will!" he called back with a wave, and the heroes were left to bid quick goodbyes and hurry after him.

[krisiverse]

Staring at the Sun [Link/Tetra]

Rating: T (for swearing)

Word Count: 2246

Summary: Link is so in love with Tetra it hurts, both figuratively and literally. But she only seems concerned when it starts interfering with his work on the ship. He has to figure out how to get a grip on his feelings, or else lose himself in them entirely.

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There was a storm on the way.

Already the clouds blotted out the sun overhead, and thunder rolled in the distance. The winds were still, but Link could feel they wouldn't be for long.

He was in the middle of reefing the mainsail, making sure it couldn't be caught in the strong winds of the storm— captain's orders. And though he didn't quite see the point of it if he could direct the wind, he trusted her experience and judgement.

And speaking of the captain… there she was, like the sun through the clouds herself. Forgetting his work, Link watched as Tetra walked about the deck, checking over the crew's work and making adjustments where necessary. She was so sure in the way she carried herself, and that went double when she was working on the ship. The sheer strength she showed in pulling the line taut, the confidence of her practiced movements tying it secure in little more than a moment… It was nothing short of breathtaking.

While Link was distracted, a sharp gust caught the sail he was supposed to be tying up, and it snatched the rope clean from his hand. He lost his balance, falling to the deck where he lay in an undignified sprawl.

He could hear Tetra walking towards him. He wasn't sure if that made things better or worse.

"Link?"

"Mmn?"

"You alright?"

"Mmyeah," he mumbled into the deck. His pride was more hurt than anything, really.

"That's good. Get up," she told him, and he did, rubbing his arm that had taken most of the impact.

Tetra was silent for a bit, as if struggling to figure out what to say. After a moment she spoke.

"Look, Link. I've seen how you look at me, and I'm flattered, really— but you can't let this distract you from your job. You have to focus on the task at hand, before you or someone else gets seriously hurt. Understand?"

"Yes, Captain."

"I don't want to do this, but if this keeps up I'm going to have to move you to second watch so you can concentrate."

Link's breath caught in his chest. It felt as if someone had reached in to grab his heart and squeeze it as tightly as they could. Working second watch would mean he'd never be off at the same time as anyone from the first watch. That meant everyone in the crew he was familiar with. That meant Tetra.

"Do you understand, Link?"

"Yes, Captain."

"Is that what you want?"

He hung his head. "No, Captain."

"I'm sorry it has to be this way, Link. But we can't afford distractions. You have a job to do, and so do I."

"I understand," said Link, and he did. "…With all due respect, miss, it would have hurt less if you'd thrown me overboard."

Tetra laughed at that. It was a beautiful sound, honest and unafraid and sweeter than honey. "You'll be fine, loverboy, you've made it through worse. Now get back up there and finish what you started, alright?"

"…Yeah."

As she walked away, Link stole one last glance after her, before sighing and turning back to the mast. The winds were picking up, and the unsecured side of the sail he was supposed to tie up was flapping in the breeze.

It took a long moment for him to gather the strength to pull himself back up and continue with his work.

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It had been two weeks since Link had gotten distracted and fallen from the mast. Two weeks since Tetra had called him out for staring at her so much, two weeks he avoided looking at her whenever he could, because he knew if he did it'd be next to impossible to tear his gaze away. No one else had gotten hurt since then; at least, not physically, but there was an ache in Link's chest that wouldn't go away. Now, he and Tetra were working together to tar the lines, which left them far too close together and gave him far too much time to think about it.

To distract himself from his thoughts, he asked, "How much longer do you think we'll be out here?"

"There's really no way of knowing. It could be a few days, or we could keep sailing the rest of our lives without finding anything."

"Oh, is it that simple? Let me mark my calendar," Link snapped. He felt Tetra shift next to him, and when he glanced up, she was looking at him with concern. "…What? What is it?"

"That wasn't like you at all, Link. What's wrong?"

"What's wrong?" Link echoed. "What's wrong is— is I don't know what's wrong. I should be happy, right? We're on an adventure, sailing across the ocean to find new land, just like I've dreamed about ever since I can remember. There are so many amazing things in store for us, it's new, it's exciting, but instead I'm feeling shitty and awful for no damn reason."

"Maybe it's just stress from sailing for so long," Tetra suggested. "It can get to even the most seasoned sailors."

Link considered that for a moment. He knew it could be that simple, but… "That doesn't feel right. I think it's something else."

Tetra didn't get the chance to say anything to that before the bell rang out eight times, marking the end of their watch. She stood and stretched while Link finished up what they were doing, then he followed suit.

"Is it just me, or are those getting shorter?" He asked.

"It's just you. You're getting more used to working with us on the ship, loverboy."

Link tensed. He knew the nickname was supposed to be affectionate (—wasn't it? maybe he was misinterpreting things—) but at the moment, it felt more patronizing than anything. He fixed his gaze on the deck and said nothing. He knew he could look at her, but somehow it felt like he wasn't allowed.

"Still not feeling great, huh?" Tetra asked, a note of sympathy —that was sympathy, right?— in her voice. "Let's head to my quarters, we can talk more there."

Link's brain practically stopped working at that. He had to forcibly remind himself that it didn't mean anything, that he had to stop thinking about Tetra that way. She just said she wanted to talk, that's all, it wasn't her fault he wanted to kiss her more than he wanted anything else in the world.

"Yeah," he said, though it came out somewhat strained. "Let's do that."

She led the way to her cabin and Link followed behind, his brain too busy to do much else. Once they were there, she sat on the bed and left him to just stand and look around. This was only the second time he'd been in here, the first time being only a quick peek long ago when he'd snuck onto the ship to steal bombs and his curiosity had gotten the better of him. Now that he had the chance to look around properly, and now that he knew Tetra better, it made him ache. It was all just… so her.

"Link… Are you upset with me?"

"What?" He blinked in complete shock. Where did that come from? "No, of course not. What gave you that idea?"

"You haven't been looking at me recently… I thought it was because I was too hard on you the other day. I'm sorry about that."

"No, that's not it. It's because you told me not to let myself get distracted, so, I've been trying hard not to."

"There's nothing here to be distracted from."

"Except breathing."

She let out a laugh; even her voice was so beautiful, he couldn't escape. "Link, come on."

He took a breath, like he was about to dive underwater, and lifted his gaze to meet hers. Her eyes were blue like the ocean, like sapphires, like the summer sky on the day they'd met; her skin, a sun-kissed golden brown dotted with countless scars and freckles. He wanted so badly to run his fingers along them, to trace constellations between and navigate by the stars of her sky. She was smiling at him, softly, and he longed to find out if her lips were as soft as they looked…

"You're so beautiful," he breathed, because looking at her how could he say anything else?

"You really think so?"

"Of course I do. You..." He struggled to find the words to describe just what he saw in her. "You—you're like the sun and the stars to me, you shine so bright and so beautiful and when you're around I can hardly think about anything else. It's just… too much for me, I'm too hopelessly in love."

She laughed again, but this time, Link felt some part of him splinter and break. "You're so cute—"

"It's not a joke, Tetra!"

The smile vanished from her face. He hadn't meant to yell so loud, but he couldn't find it in himself to regret it. Tears pricked at the corner of his eyes, and his hands shook.

"I love you so much it hurts. And you know how I feel about you, and you keep treating it like— like the world's biggest fucking joke. I tell you how I feel and you laugh in my face. " He took a shuddering breath. He could tell Tetra was staring at him, but he couldn't make out her expression, he was crying too hard. "And— and you keep teasing me, and leading me on, you keep acting like you, like you have feelings for me, too, but then you always back off and leave and I just… just tell me! Quit playing with my feelings and just tell me you don't like me back so I can stop wasting my fucking time!"

Link dissolved into a coughing fit, punctuated by sobs. His chest and throat hurt so much from screaming like that— but worse was that he'd probably just ruined his friendship with Tetra for good. It was selfish of him to expect her to feel the same way he did, wasn't it? And yelling at her over it was even worse.

He was so ready for her to kick him out of her cabin, to tell him she didn't owe him anything, to drop him off in his little sailboat and leave him all on his own. He wasn't ready for what she did instead, which was to take his hand and gently brush the tears from his face.

"It's okay, Link… It's okay," she assured him. But then before he had the chance to recover, she added, "But I do actually like you back."

"What," he said flatly. Then, at a higher pitch, "Why the fuck would you say something like that?"

"What??"

"You can't just— you can't just say that and make it all better!"

"Link, I—"

"If anything this is worse! Because if you really felt the same way about me then why—"

"Link." She interrupted him, clearly exasperated. "Can you please just listen for a moment?"

Link fell silent. Tetra tugged at his hand, guiding him to sit on the bed beside her.

"I do return your feelings," she said. "But we can't be in a relationship, not while I'm captain of this ship. There's no way for it to be balanced while I'm still the boss of you, and I can't give you the time and attention you deserve when I have this to worry about. It wouldn't be fair to you."

"Okay." Now that he was hearing the actual explanation, that made a lot of sense.

"But, I didn't realize I was already being unfair to you by leading you on. I'm really sorry for that… I promise I'll stop teasing you from now on."

"The teasing is fine! It's… it's already a lot better just knowing where you're coming from with that, you know?"

"Alright, I'll stay the course, then." She smiled. "And as for seriously being together… We can discuss that more once we find land, alright?"

"Yeah." He rested his head against her shoulder for just a moment, before he thought of something. "Though if it could be years before we find it, like you said… How about a kiss to tide me over 'til then?"

"You really are a bold son of a bitch, aren't you?" Tetra chuckled and shook her head. "Alright. One kiss, that's all you get. Better make it count."

When Link didn't act, she did instead, cupping his face in her hand and leaning in to press her lips to his and gods it was everything he'd imagined and more, it felt soft and warm and right like sunlight made solid and he never wanted this moment to end. He wrapped his arm around her back to pull her in closer and kiss her as deeply as he could. He couldn't care less that he didn't know how to kiss someone, because all that mattered was her with him right here and now.

It ended too soon —but really even if it never ended it would've been too soon— and he flopped backwards onto the bed. There he simply lay and stared at the ceiling, totally starstruck.

"You good there, loverboy?"

"I think I can die happy now."

"You better not!" Tetra objected and jabbed him in the side. Link burst out laughing, and then Tetra did, too; and in that moment, everything was perfect.

[luimagines]

I am not a writer. Nor am I a person who posts stuff online,if at all rarely. But I am capable of typing and I am legally allowed to say that I have won a high school writing contest in my 3rd period English class in Sophomore year.I am still,what they call,VERY RUSTY.Take that as you may,but never in my life have I read an anonymous ask that has made me be burts into a desire to want to write down a bunch of story ideas of a dream that stranger had and then share it to another stranger online, to reply to publicly to about 100 more other strangers online. But none the less I STILL want to share to you sone of my--headcanons??--ideas??--bullshit dream story plotline??--(idk)-- I'll try to keep it limited because i don't want you to end up reading a rant novel-

I like to think that this //reader link? I'll just use y/n as a stand in i guess for this character or reader ??sorry if you dont like it,you can change it if you want?//before meeting The Chain Links *tm,she use to have a lot of problems being a #femaleheroinduringmediaveltimes but not in a way that most might see?I don't believe she would have really care for other people's opinions on the matter because she sees it as something very trivial and people will alway find a reason to look down on you and she also wasn't exactly let off easy for it during her training to be the hero of her kingdom.Even if she didn't want it,she was already destined and chosen for this path regardless of any possible sexist belief anyone had to offer.Her being the destined hero and needing to be strong enough to fight against Ganon was the utmost important thing on the to-do list,So bullshit like that was not accepted and they made sure it was in grain into her brain.

"Don't believe your enemies will ever go easy on you no matter what you are".

Most of the problems she would struggle as female I think ,would be on more on the biological side of things,for example like getting her period but being forced to have to truck though them anyways because she was a hero and it meant that you couldn't just take time off from your responsibilities and duty as Hyrule's saviour "just for some bad cramps" when you have lives to be saving and a world that needs to be protecting.So she would just not show any sign of complaint to the others about it or even let alone tell them about it and it just always seemed like from the outside that she would randomly just get super quiet and little withdrawn for no reason every month or so with a sort of tired/vacant look in their eyes?Anon also mentioned them having more of a military knight background and assuming she had been trained to or at least has lead troops into war/battle before,she could definitely be one of the teams best strategist along side with Warrior Link.I can definitely see them getting closer because of this as they're usually chipping in plans together and coming up with ideas/plans with what the best ways to use everyone on the team's special skills for certain position/roles during possible future battles.But a little bit after the whole "river" scenario i can definitely see legend sort of yell at her like

"wtf you is a girl and did not tell??? eXPLANaTiOn?????" "Because i didn't think it mattered??" "iT DoSe MaTtEr! ThAtS a bIG tHiNg!!"

There would definitely be a bit of an intervention with everyone to talk about the issue from "before". Maybe some what after everyone had gotten redressed and suddenly didn't feel like bathing anymore. After that everyone seem...awkward. No one knew exactly how to continue on with the revelation,so they all just stayed quite.At first she mistook this as a sign that everyone handled it well,she tried to continue business as always.While everyone was packing up to head out,she'd suddenly feel everyone's eyes.... Looking at her. When she turned she everyone just minding their own business.Maybe it was all just in herhead.The rest of the walk seem almost dead quiet.The once cheer mood of chatter was now replaced with an awkward tension filled with only small side glances,little quiet whispering from behind and an inability to look her in the face when she tried chatting with anyone.Is this what it was going to be like from now on?No of course not.They wouldn't let something as trivial as this get in the way of their relationship,right?they were still friends,right?

If you have the ability to but the stories in your head into recorded words then that makes you a writer.

No, I will not take any criticism on this matter.

This is beautifully thought out and it was a joy to read. I had to read it out loud out of fear that I would miss something entirely but I'm glad I did.

I would imagine it to be difficult to be on her period simply because when you're traveling there's no supplies to help out or lessen the situation! No cotton, no pain killers, not a lot of hot water to begin with... And yeah, she wouldn't say anything about it because a soldier wouldn't have the time to take care of it, let alone a hero.

She would also be the most used to blood on her clothes out of the group I think at this point. Just takes it upon her self to clean their clothes because they never seem to be able to get all of it and they don't know what they're doing even if she were to tell them how.

The boys think it's some magic technique but no.... it's just experience.

But the reader here that you mentioned would have had good teachers for burning it into her brain that it doesn't matter what body she has or what other people say because she the hero. She was born for this and there's no pleasing any one anyway. the best way out of this is to do the job and make sure you can get out alive.

What I want of the last paragraph is for her to get a little mad and question what the hell s wrong with everyone and then for someone to reply that it would have been disrespectful to look without direct permission because she would have deserved better than that. Like, they're fine with each other because they all have the same parts so like no big deal, but for them so openly show her themselves, verses her being seen openly.

I think it'll be a mixed bag of them being embarrassed that they were seen and that they saw her.

I think the ones least effected by it would be Wind, Warrior and Hyrule. Hyrule, because there's no like no people in his world so he doesn't have the same perception as the others, verses Wind who would probably be weird in the beginning but promptly not think too much on it because he has a sister at home and would help her bath when she was younger, verses Tetra who has had multiple shirts torn in the middle of battle- so who cares?

I was originally going to put Warrior as one of the most effected but I've played the game.... There are so many female warriors so if they got hit in the boob and needed attention then you take care of it. no questions asked and you move on with your day end of story.

The most effected would probably be Time, Twilight and Sky.

Time and Sky because- holy cow, I have a significant other, what am I going to say if they find out I saw another naked woman? Nothing. That's what. I'm a dead man if they ever find out.

Twilight because he was raised with his respect woman juice for breakfast and would have gladly turned away and oh my god- my mom is not going to like that I just didn't do anything this entire time and she's going to think that I just stared like some degenerate and what do I do now?

I think this is a fun concept and I don't mind exploring it more, but I'm beginning to suspect that I'm going to need a tag for the dream saga aren't I?

[anthemxix]

whumpay bonus: deleted scenes

my final offering to you for the month~ :)

there were some prompts i started to write but didn't finish, and a few instances where i began a prompt, decided it wasn't working, and then completely started over. i have no idea if these scraps will interest anyone, but it seemed like a shame for them to go to waste. so i hope you enjoy :) thank you <3 <3 <3

day 4, part 2 (fire) - first attempt

“Can I just say again that I really don’t like this plan?”

Wind groaned. “We know, Captain. You’ve been saying that every five minutes.”

“Because it’s a terrible plan!”

Scowling, Wind shuffled back from the impossibly massive archway he’d been peering through. “Look, we decided on the plan hours ago, so just give it a rest already.”

Sky cleared his throat. “Well. I’d like to say that I don’t like this plan either.”

“Oh, how nice of you to contribute that, Sky,” Warriors growled, rounding on him. “Couldn’t have said anything before the literal last minute?”

“Hey, I’ve dissented to this idea the whole time,” Sky retorted, holding his hands up defensively. “Not just because it’s dangerous, but because it’s not our place to meddle in local political affairs.”

“Agreed,” Warriors said. “We’re putting that whole town at risk. It’s not too late to turn back.”

“Since when do you run away from a fight?” Wind goaded.

“Okay, that’s enough,” Time said. Five heads turned his way, expectant, tense, and he sighed in resignation. “The Sailor is correct. We discussed the merits and drawbacks this morning. We’re committed to this plan now. I’m sorry, Captain.”

Wind smirked triumphantly despite Warriors’ heavy frown. “Great. I’ll see you all later then.”

He offered a sloppy salute and turned towards the archway, only for Warriors to grab his arm and spin him back around.

“Ugh, now what?” Wind griped. “You heard the Old Man! The plan is a go!”

The Captain grasped both of Wind’s shoulders and ducked to his eye level, his expression all hard lines. “Listen. At the first sign of danger, you get out of there. This is not worth sacrificing your life over.”

Wind defiantly tried (and failed) to wiggle out of his iron grip. “I’m gonna be fine, Wars! Why don’t you trust me? I’m the most skilled thief we’ve got!”

“I do trust you, and I don’t doubt your skills in the least,” Warriors said. “It’s just…” He hesitated, swallowed. “Tell me you’ll get out of there as soon as there’s trouble. Don’t be reckless.”

The somberness and sincerity (and was that fear?) in Warriors’ tone was sobering, and Wind finally conceded, “I will. I’ll be careful. Promise.”

Warriors’ hands lingered on his shoulders a moment longer, and Wind was surprised to find he missed their weight when they were gone. He didn’t dwell on it, though, nor did he look back as he deftly slipped through the stone archway and disappeared over the ledge.

The Captain crossed his arms, not bothering to conceal his concern as he watched Wind go, and Legend murmured to him, “Hey. You don’t do anything reckless either. Got it?”

“Of course.”

They all knew he was lying.

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The chamber Wind had entered was more astronomical than any he’d ever seen—it must have filled the entire berth of the mountain, he thought—and even more wondrous still, it was jam-packed with mound upon mound of shimmering rupees, jewels, armor, weapons, vases…treasure. The most extensive treasure trove in this or any era, surely.

Wind grinned to himself. Tetra and her crew would never believe this. Maybe he could smuggle out a shiny little gift for them.

He picked his way across the hills of treasure, disturbing them as little as possible, and stopped near a colossal column. Steadying himself on it, Wind peered around the enormous chamber, and, for the first time since they’d departed the lakeside town that morning, felt a flicker of dismay. He had, of course, expected that locating one specific gemstone in a vast hoard of treasure would be difficult, but he’d underestimated the task. Like kind of, really, severely underestimated the task.

Well, no matter. He didn’t make it this far in his adventures by shying away from impossible odds. Besides, he felt he was graced with the goddesses’ favor today. He and the others had climbed up the mountain, strongarmed their way into the mines, and navigated the maze of corridors without one blip of trouble—and, best of all, there was no sign of the one major threat they’d been warned about again and again.

Wind smiled as he continued across the treasure trove, pausing to sift through some of it now and again. He just needed to be patient and deliberate and quiet, and then he could sneak back over to where the others were waiting and prove to them what a capable hero he was. Warriors said he didn’t doubt Wind’s skills, but he must, at least a little, or he wouldn’t have been so reluctant to let Wind do this.

The Sailor peered across the chamber towards the archway he’d come through. It was well above him now, as he’d descended from the peak of a treasure mound, although he was nowhere near the floor yet. The candle chandeliers suspended from the cavern’s apex offered a fair amount of light, which reflected brilliantly from all the gold rupees and splendid diamonds, but it was not sufficient to see any of his friends.

All the better, he thought as he continued his hunt. If he couldn’t see them, then neither could their enemy, whose other senses outweighed its sight—as he’d been repeatedly reminded by the others, who had all info-dumped him on this particular foe, as if he hadn’t dealt with any himself before.

Wind really did not understand what all the fuss was about. What made this different than any other dungeon, or any other enemy therein? Yes, this particular mission was complicated by the fact that they were helping restore some fallen regent and give him access to this treasure hoard without having all the details on the guy. Wind regularly operated without having all the details, even on missions as significant as this, and he suspected the others did as well, so he wasn’t too concerned about that.

But what was the big deal with the enemy? He understood that provoking this monster put the proximal town at risk, but didn’t that happen with every big baddie they faced? What was so different about this—?

Wind froze, thoughts cut off as he tuned in to the nearby jingle of tumbling rupees. He slowly turned his head, hand on the Phantom Sword’s hilt, expecting to see some stalfos or something emerging from the depths. There had to be someone guarding this treasure, after all.

He was not anticipating a stream of treasure would part to reveal the snout of a dragon sighing in its sleep.

Panic jangled Wind’s nerves, and suddenly he felt like he understood Warriors’ reluctance very clearly.

The tip of this dragon’s muzzle was utterly massive, with yellow, jagged teeth as tall as Wind protruding from its mouth. The rest of it, still concealed by treasure, must have been unimaginably gargantuan. Its steady breaths smelled ominously ashy.

Wind backed up a step, rupees clinking beneath his foot, and held his breath. Perhaps it was time to return to his friends…

As he began to creep back towards the archway, leaving the dragon’s snout a considerable berth, Wind felt a tug of magic. It wasn’t a variety of magic he recognized, but the sensation was unmistakable. His eyes darted around, scanning, until they landed on a strikingly sparkly gemstone, iridescent and oval-shaped and nearly the size of his head.

Dumbfounded, Wind blinked. That. That was the stone! It had to be!

It wasn’t too far from him, but it was downhill, i.e., in the opposite direction of his destination. But he was so close. He couldn’t give up now.

Wind threw a cursory look at the dragon snout before switching course and tiptoeing down towards the stone.

There was another rattling jangle behind him, and Wind paled as treasure shifted to reveal some of the dragon’s tail, ridiculously far from where the snout lie. He tried not to let this bother him as he reached the stone and carefully tucked it into his bag.

Acquiring the target item filled him with some relief, and he started the long trek up the treasure mountains to reach the archway, choosing his footholds cautiously.

He was halfway there when he slipped, smacking face-first into the rupee pile and backsliding several meters with an insufferably loud clanking from the treasure.

He froze, breath bated, heart slowed, as he gazed over at the dragon.

It didn’t move.

Releasing a soft sigh, he straightened up, prepared to resume his ascent, when the dragon snorted.

With dreadful slowness, it lifted its head from its beloved treasure, amber eyes flitting around its chamber as it swiveled its long neck around, searching.

Then it slowly rose, gems and gold cascading from its back, as its enormous, folded wings appeared.

Wide-eyed, Wind didn’t move. He couldn’t. This was, by far, the largest creature he’d ever seen.

The dragon inhaled a great snuff of air, sniffing, then another. Forked tongue flickered between menacing teeth.

And then it spoke, its baritone voice echoing off the mountain walls as it dragged out each syllable.

“Where—are—you?”

Wind couldn’t help the involuntary twitch of his hands. Some coins jingled, and the dragon gazed in Wind’s general direction. It didn’t see him.

“I know you’re here,” the dragon drawled. “I can smell you. I can hear your breathing.”

One massive, clawed foot rose from the treasure depths, smacking down on top of a pile.

Swallowing, Wind shakily began to climb again, with painstaking slowness, on his hands and knees. He was good at stealth. He could do this. Absolutely.

“I can sense your fear. Little thief.”

He faltered, hand twitching, but continued. Slow. Steady. Come on. You can do it.

The dragon lifted another foot, and its third and fourth, until it was fully free of the treasure, its tail swishing in its wake. It grazed against the high chandeliers, causing them to quiver and shoot strange fluttering shadows across the room.

“I do not have much patience for foolish little thieves.” The dragon drew a deep, rumbling breath, its chest beginning to glow a burning orange. Smoke began to filter from its nostrils. “Come out.”

Wind looked up. The archway was still so far away. He tried to move more quickly while staying as noiseless as possible. He had to hurry. He was running out of time. As soon as he got there, they could escape unseen—

“If you come out now, little thief, I won’t kill your friends quite so painfully.”

Wind tripped again, setting off a mini-avalanche of treasure.

The dragon’s head snapped in his direction, its eyes narrowing and lipless mouth curling as if in a smirk. It took a step towards him, and another, its claws clinking as the dangerous orange glow built up along its neck, up its throat, more smoke churning from its snout.

“Are you over there, little thief? I’ll give you one more chance. Come out. Now.”

Wind scrabbled, slipping again, sending more treasure tumbling, and when the dragon opened its mouth, its internal flame heating the room significantly, he lost all caution and tried to run.

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When the dragon lifted its head, Legend wrapped his hand firmly around Warriors’ elbow.

As more and more of the dragon emerged from the depths, Four said quietly, “I think we need to prepare.”

There was a murmur of agreement, and Legend frowned. Reluctantly, he released Warriors’ arm and muttered, “Old Man, keep an eye on him.”

Time nodded, eyes already on the Captain, and Legend, Sky, and Four headed out for their destination.

Time pulled out his Biggoron Sword, watching the dragon take a step, its booming threats resounding around the chamber. He picked out Wind among the mountains of treasure.

“I need you to know,” the Captain started, drawing Time’s attention, “that I cannot live with myself if he…”

Time nodded, even though Warriors wasn’t looking at him.

“If he goes down, I’m going to save him or die trying,” Warriors said. “Those are the only options.”

“I know.”

Warriors looked at him grimly. “It’s been an honor fighting by your side again.”

Time put a hand on Warriors’ shoulder, and left it there until the dragon opened its mouth, and Warriors jumped down into the pit of gold without another word.

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Warriors aimed for the dragon’s amber eye, but hit its cheek instead. The arrow bounced uselessly off the impenetrable scales, and Warriors doubted the beast could even feel it; yet the dragon, to his relief, turned towards him.

Warriors nocked another arrow and shot again for the eye, but the dragon simply lowered its head, bringing it close to the Captain, heat radiating from it.

“Another little Hylian,” drawled the dragon. “Where did all your little friends scurry off to, hm?”

day 10 (screaming/silence) - unfinished

Distinguishing night from day is impossible in these woods; the opaque fog that consumes them occludes both sun- and moonlight, perpetually casting a bland grey pall across the trees. It’s disorienting, and Time has entirely lost his grip on the passage of his namesake. He has no conception of how long he and Sky have been wandering around this forest, searching for an exit, and that disconnect disturbs him, prickles beneath his skin.

When Time spots an x carved into a tree trunk, he stops and drags his hand through his hair with a sigh.

Lagging several paces behind him, Sky, too, pauses. “What is it?”

Time points to the marking. “We’ve been here before.”

It takes Sky a moment to register what he’s being told, and then he visibly wilts like an underwatered flower. “Great. That’s great.”

“I can’t keep track of this place,” Time confesses. “It’s as if it’s…shifting.”

“Or we’re getting shifted,” Sky says. “Wild said the fog in his Lost Woods can move him.”

“That’s…unsettling, to say the least.” Time glances skyward out of habit and frowns in annoyance as he’s reminded that he can’t see the sun here. “How long do you think we’ve been walking?”

“I…I really don’t know.”

The elder hero side-eyes Sky, who, alarmingly, appears considerably more ill than he did before. Some time ago, the two of them had stopped to sleep, certain they’d meandered the day away, and Sky woke up dizzy and pale. He insisted he was fine to continue—for what other option did they have?—but he had been growing more and more sluggish as they walked. Now he grips his sailcloth, pulling it tight around his shoulders like a blanket, and looks as colorless as the fog, swaying slightly where he stands.

“Do you need to rest?” Time asks.

Immediately, Sky shakes his head. “I’m fine.”

“…Are you sure?”

“Yeah. I just want to get out of here.” Sky releases his sailcloth to scratch behind his ear, something Time has observed him doing on multiple occasions today (tonight?).

“You keep scratching,” Time says, gesturing towards his own ear.

“What?”

“Your ear. You keep scratching there.”

“Oh…” Sky removes his hand and clutches his sailcloth again. “I dunno. It really itches for some reason. I’m sure it’s nothing.”

Time steps towards him and brushes Sky’s hair aside to see a small but very red bump. “Looks like an insect bite. You should leave it alone.”

Sky hums in acknowledgement. “Let’s keep moving.”

Unsatisfied, Time chooses a direction for them to proceed in. He thinks they’ve taken a different turn than the last time they crossed paths with this tree, but he can’t be certain. Before they leave the area, he pulls out a knife and marks the trunk with a second x.

Time has no idea how long it takes, but eventually, they wind up back at the same damn tree.

His eye twitches as he scrubs a hand over his face. “Okay. We need a new plan bec—”

“Uh, Time?”

He looks behind him to see Sky holding one hand out, blood smudged across his fingers. “What—?” Then he spots the blood trickling down Sky’s neck, staining his hair.

Time moves closer and brushes Sky’s hair aside again, causing the knight to jump a little. “What are you doing?”

Substantially more inflamed, the insect bite behind Sky’s ear has split open. Worse, now that Time is up close, he can see that Sky’s hands are shaking and his pallid cheeks are blemished with feverish pink blooms. “You scratched the bite so much that it’s bleeding… Let’s clean it up.”

He steers Sky beneath the contemptible tree and sets to work washing the bite. It’s worryingly hot to the touch, but what really dismays Time is that the bump, which he expected to feel malleable, is hard, as if there’s a stone beneath Sky’s skin.

“Sky, are you allergic to insect bites?”

“No… I don’t think so? I don’t know, really.”

As soon as Time finishes bandaging the bite, Sky is reaching up to scratch it. Time grabs his hand. “Sky. It is imperative that you do not touch that.”

“But it—” He makes a throaty, frustrated sound. “It itches so badly.”

“I’m sorry, but there’s nothing we can do about that.” Time looks around, as if he’ll magically spy an exit from the woods that he somehow missed before.

“Okay. Okay.” Sky grits his teeth and clenches his sailcloth until his knuckles turn white.

day 17 (phobia) - first attempt

For half an hour, rain had been falling in a steady, serene drizzle so light that Sky hardly noticed it until a stray droplet snaked beneath his tunic collar, slithering cold and uncomfortable down his spine. Absently, he scratched at his collar, as if that would alleviate the remarkably unsettling sensation, just as the rainfall picked up.

He blinked up at the sky, which brimmed with plump, grey clouds, promising wet weather for the remainder of the afternoon.

“Guess there’s no point in waiting out the rain,” he commented over the downpour’s soothing heartbeat.

Beside him, Legend swept his damp hair away from his eyes, minutely scowling. “Yeah, let’s just keep going. The sooner we meet up with the others, the sooner we can track down some suitable shelter for the night.”

Sky hummed his agreement, hoping that in scouting this new area they’d been dropped in, some of the others had found a town. He and Legend had discovered an overgrown trail and followed it for most of the morning, but their efforts were fruitless, as the path seemed to stretch endlessly through uninhabited wilderness.

Minutes later, a resonant boom of thunder rolled across the sky, followed swiftly by a flickering tongue of lightning in the near-distance. All of Sky’s muscles locked up so suddenly that he awkwardly stumbled, only staying upright because Legend’s hand shot out to catch him.

“You okay there, bird boy?” Legend asked, eyebrows arched.

“Yeah, of course,” Sky murmured. “Tripped. That’s all.”

He reached back and grabbed a handful of his sailcloth, pinching and rubbing the silken fabric as he tried to ignore Legend’s scrutinizing stare boring into his temple.

day 25 (goodbye) - unfinished

Dinner is eaten, the dishes washed and packed, and the campfire doused, all in dreary silence. As the last of the fire’s smoke dissipates, Wind speaks. “What happens if we don't go through them? Will they disappear?”

No one answers for a moment. Eventually, Legend says, “We have to go through, small fry.”

“I— I know,” Wind stammers. “I’m just asking, like...what if we didn’t? What would happen?”

“Hypothetically,” Hryule offers.

“Yeah! It’s hypothetical.”

“There’s no reason to consider hypotheticals,” Legend says.

“There’s not,” Wild agrees bitterly. “Don’t make this any harder than it already is.”

He stands, gathering his belongings with a scowl as he adds, “As a matter of fact, we should get this over with.”

“Wait!” Wind jumps up, practically vaults across the now-damp firewood to grasp Wild’s arm.

“No, there's no point in stalling any longer,” Wild says, even as he involuntarily leans into Wind’s touch.

“Of course there is,” Wind argues, eyes wet. “Any more time I can have with you guys is worth it. Even just one extra minute.”

Wild looks away from him as he lightly pulls out of Wind’s hold.

Legend stands now, too, eyes averted. “You’re just making this harder, kid.”

“Goodbyes are always hard,” Four says quietly.

Another moment of silence lapses, until Time stands, plates of his armor shifting.

day 29 (lies/terrible truth) - first attempt

In the lean privacy of a secluded clearing, Twilight offered his confession without pretense or embellishment, a simple statement of facts. He didn’t appear nervous as he spoke, like someone who had been caught off-guard might; rather, he seemed resigned, his words rehearsed, as if he’d known this conversation was an inevitability.

Wild expected—hoped—he would glimpse some relief on Twilight’s face when the confession was done, but that wasn’t the case. He seemed sorrowful, ailing, but not relieved to be rid of the heavy secret he’d burdened himself with. Not remorseful for his wrongdoing.

The oddest thing about this moment, Wild thought as Twilight looked squarely into his eyes, was the quietness. How could the moment feel so still and calm, even as it decimated him? Even as it violently impressed its place into his personal history as a pivotal event? Even as it cleaved his life into a clear before and after?

Through Wild’s cluttered, confused thoughts floated a memory. Not a century-old, faded memory, the kind that abruptly flickered to life in the deepest fathoms of his subconscious and dragged him into catatonia. No, this memory was recent, crisp, bright. He could still feel this memory, could still smell its scents and hear its sounds. It replayed over and over, an inescapable loop, as he stared at the man who only minutes before had his unshakeable trust, his highest admiration, his purest love.

Wild broke eye contact and shook his head, trying to clear it. “You’re lying. You have to be. This makes no sense.”

He only looked back to Twilight when he heard the unmistakable sound of a sword being drawn. He came face-to-face with Twilight’s blade and reflexively jumped back, hand flying to the hilt on his back.

[minty-illusion]

...And so, Princess Zelda saved the world from unspeakable evil, keeping the world at peace just as her her father and grandmother had done before her. The end.

Hm? Your father? Well of course he did, Your Highness! Has he never told you that story before? We’ve still got a long train ride ahead, so I’d be happy to tell it if you’d like. It happened many years before you were born, but Ol’ Niko never forgets a tale like that.

Oh, he’s heard this one before, so it’s fine if he keeps on sleeping. Reminds me of an old friend of mine...

Ahem! So, once upon a time, when New Hyrule was still taking root, three adventurers embarked on a journey across sea and sky: Linebeck II, Miss Sétude, and of course Zephyr...

I’ve been making music for my Missing Link AU in my spare time, so I thought I’d compile them all into one place. It’s been a big inspiration for practicing music and I’ve had a lot of fun with it!

Track Notes (same as the Youtube description):

Tetra's Shanty: I was just salty she didn't have an alternate version of Zelda's Lullaby as her theme. That's honestly it.

Linebeck II's Theme: More for action or a boss fight, as she'd share a theme with the other Linebecks. I already posted a longer version, but I wanted to throw it in here anyway.

Downtime: Originally the backing strings of a version of Zelda's Lullaby. (The file name is "zeldas lullaby again.wav".)

Setude's Theme: "not sarias theme.wav".

Stars Align: "not astrid's theme.wav". (That one's not true but it's more accurate).

Song of Ascent: Heavily inspired by past ocarina melodies. Did I mention the ships can fly sometimes?

Song of Descent: LOVE how this one wound up sounding. Did I mention the ships have to fall back down sometimes?

Jacques' Theme: Structured as an intro, dialogue intermission, chase then boss fight. Worth noting he's Jolene's spiritual successor, not her descendant, though Linebeck Sr. wouldn't believe you.

[legendofzelda4life]

Taller than you!

Day three of writing one shots until the linked universe au is updated. Today we are doing a fluffy wind/four (platonic ofc. Wind is like 14 lol). I hope you guys enjoy. I’m really excited to write this!

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*splash*

“Juuuust great!” Legend whined as he hit the water. That’s all that was around them anyways.

“Hey! This is my Hyrule!” Wind yelled excitedly, swimming over to Four to help keep him up.

Four always had a really bad headache whenever they changed worlds and Wind, who was also quite small, claimed they should stick together. Sure some of the boys would crack jokes saying how they would both go missing unless Twilight or something was there. Y’know...

... Tall.

But that was Wind’s point.

Him and Four were heroes too but looked down upon because of their size.

Literally.

Wind grabbed Four’s arm and pulled him up, holding him out of the water. “There, now you wont die.” Wind laughed, causing the hero of Four to roll his eyes.

“I’m not a baby.” Four said, crossing his arms.

“YOU ACT LIKE IT!” Legend and Warriors called out before arguing over who said it first. Wind shook his head.

“Anyway, we should find Tetra.” He said, looking over to Time - who was a little ways behind him.

“Hey, what’s that island?!” Wild called, pointing to an island in the distance.

Outset.

“That’s my home!” Wind yelled back.

Suddenly he felt the weight in his arms grow heavier so he looked towards Four. “I- *yawns* I’m tired... sleep.” He mumbled, leaning into Wind.

... Who was freaking out. Can he swim while holding a sleeping Four? Who knows.

But short boys had to stick together.

Wind pulled out his necklace with the sheikah-stone-thingy and talked into it. “Hellooo?”

There was a reply.

“Hello, Link! It is I, the King of Red Lions! I see you are back, would you like a ride?” The King said. “Yes! Please! We need to get to outset and can barely see it from here. You with Tetra? I have guests.” Wind said.

“Yes I am actually, we’ll be there soon.”

Wind put the stone away and focused on holding Four. For a hero that was more stressed out by Wild than Twilight was - that’s saying something - he actually looked quite peaceful when he slept.

Like there wasn’t a care in the world.

“There’s a boat coming this way!” Hyrule yelled. He didn’t know how to swim so he was being supported by Wild. It was actually quite amusing, y’know, seeing as they were in the great sea.

Anyway Wind looked up to see Tetra’s ship and whistled out loudly.

“Link!” She yelled happily as she looked over the side before throwing down a rope ladder. Wind went up first so he could gradually introduce everybody.

Other than Wild, he was the only one who could stand.

Four might be able to but he wasn’t sure. Said hero was asleep.

“We should be at outset in maybe half an hour.” Tetra said before continuing. “How’ve you been?” “I’ve been good. Oh my Goddesses! You wont believe what Wild did...”

He told Tetra all about their adventures so far.

“You seem quite protective of Four.” She said. Wind nodded happily. “We’re the smallest in the group so we gotta stick together.” He said.

“W-Wind...?” The hero turned around to see a very sleepy Four. “Where are we?” He asked. Wind felt the ship stop and looked to see they were at outset.

“My home.”

After quick introductions between the Link’s and Aryll, Wind decided to show Four around. He would’ve taken Wild but that’s asking for a fire. Sure they were all arsons but Wild was a different story.

“This is the great fairy fountain. The water here tastes like it could heal your soul.” Wind said. What? He had tried the water there at some point. Hasn’t everyone?

Four was oddly quiet so Wind turned to face him. He was looking at the floor, chewing his lip as he thought.

“Four? You okay?” He asked. The other hero looked at him for a second before opening his mouth. “Do you only like me because we’re both short?” He asked.

Wind was... taken aback... to say the least.

He placed his hands on Four’s shoulders.

“Okay I’m telling you this right now mister. You are my favourite no matter what! You really think if you were tall I wouldn’t like you?!?” Wind asked, causing Four to shrug. “Maybe.”

“Pfft! No! Out of everyone you were nicest to me from square one. You helped me get to know everyone, you helped me figure out to not trust Wild, ‘Rule, Leg, and Wars in a room with a single flame rod-” Four chuckled. “You taught me so much and I look up to you. Whenever you get those headaches, it scares me. I’m scared I’m going to lose you...”

Wind was surprised he hadn’t broken down.

“What would I do without my mentor? You’re the most sane Link I know and honestly, without you, I’d go crazy.” He laughed a little. “So no, I would still like you if you were tall. Unless you were an ass to me.”

He looked Four in the eyes to see them rapidly changing colour before they stopped on violet. Nobody ever knew why Four’s eyes changed colour but it was really cool.

“You’re my favourite too. Even though you’re super short.” He rubbed Wind’s head.

“Taller than you.” Wind scoffed.

“That doesn’t change anything. Get on you knees peasant. If I’m your mentor I want you to literally look up at me.”

Both boys started laughing and it continued for hours.

END

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Okay wow, this could’ve been a hellva lot better but I had two ways this could go and I chose this. (Other option was absolute crack lmao) I hope you guy enjoyed it!

Holy heck this was short. Also I never mentioned Sky lmao I feel so bad for him oops.

I hope one day, when I’m a little more motivated, I can write a better Wind/Four fic

LEAVE REQUESTS BELOW!

REQUETS MUST INCLUDE: PAIRING TYPE/GENRE/CATEGORY (fluff, angst, etc) PLATONIC OR NOT

I WILL WRITE ONLY LINKED UNIVERSE (including the ravio, shadow, and requested characters. Will not write about whole other fandoms though)

I CAN DO READER INSERTS IF REQUESTED (no oc’s tho)

[onebizarrekai]

Meme Waker: That Final Thing

okay aight here we go here’s the big idea compilation you’ve all been waiting for or something like that

since I’ve finally accepted meme waker’s inevitable fate, I’ll share what I’ve had laying around about it. prepare yourself for a wild ride.

first of all, what existed of the planned character key:

Nightmare = Link Dream = Aryll Cross = Tetra Ink = The Entire Pirate Crew Granny Gertrude = Grandma Horror = Quill Killer = Medli Color = Komali Dust = Makar XGaster = Tingle (yes, you read that right) Fresh = Fado (?) Geno = Laruto Blueberry = Niko Error = Ganondorf Giant Flying Chicken = Helmaroc King Core Frisk = The King XChara = Zelda

So XChara was going to fill the role of Zelda–basically, what was going to happen was that when Cross and Nightmare reached sunken Hyrule, which was replaced by the Omega Timeline, they encountered Core Frisk and with their magical Core Frisk powers that apparently exist, separated XChara from Cross’s body. Because Error was hunting him down for whatever villainous reasons (I dunno, maybe he wanted to find Overwrite or something), XChara was going to spend the near remainder of the comic hiding in the Omega Timeline from Error. It was a pretty neat reference to the fact that Error doesn’t know where the OT is.

Unsurprisingly, considering when I was working on this, Nightmare and Cross may have eventually started dating. They were going to kiss during a fight that involved them accidentally rolling down a hill and then likely spend the remainder of the comic referring to each other as boyfriends, with no further indication of romance between them. I never really mentally decided whether I was actually going to incorporate this or not.

In moments where someone needed to present a musical instrument, Cross was going to play a keytar.

There is a very high chance that the entire comic was going to end up being an elaborate prank set up by Ink and Error.

After being rescued from the Forsaken Fortress, Dream was going to get crossbows and… I dunno, maybe be useful with them sometimes. One consideration was that he was going to complain about being stuck in a glorified retirement home and request joining the party.

Nightmare was going to have a fake ID with the name “Nathaniel Meyer” on it.

When Nightmare eventually pulled up the Gaster Sword, he was basically going to do a magical girl transformation and get a new outfit. I was considering holding a contest where people would submit new designs for Nightmare before I realized that I may have wanted to do it myself. Meanwhile, Cross’s design change at the same time was going to pertain to the fact that he had such a hard time with his uniform that he just wanted to start wearing normal clothes.

When XChara was separated from Cross, it would indicate that Cross can’t use the hack knife anymore, so I had to think of a new weapon for him. I considered giving him arm mounts with knives in them for no reason other than being extra, but I was probably just going to end up going with a regular sword.

Nightmare and Cross were going to be mistaken for missionaries at some point due to Nightmare introducing Cross as his ‘companion’.

Nightmare’s fake ID is actually a driver’s license. Cross questions how he could get one when he’s only fifteen, and Nightmare responds with “what can I say? I live in the country.”

The Giant Flying Chicken was going to evolve into the Cyborg Giant Flying Chicken before Nightmare and Cross fought it. It was already a robot, but someone decided it would be fun to make it look more robotic for some reason. Maybe too many people tried to eat it.

Because Blueberry was going to replace Niko, that meant there was going to be a form of challenge that he would present to Nightmare and/or Cross. They were probably just going to play Dance Dance Revolution.

The dress that Granny Gertrude gave Nightmare was actually going to be infused with magical powers. Either Nightmare could only access the power of the Triforce when he’s wearing the dress, or it was going to be a piece of equipment that turned his sword into a fire sword.

Nightmare was going to come back to the Village of Old People to see that his grandmother had conquered it with capitalism.

Dragon Roost Cavern was going to be replaced with a Pokemon gym.

When Nightmare supposedly kicked Error’s ass at the end of the story, he was going to say something along the lines of “Because fuck you!” and it would be the first and only f-bomb in the whole comic. Nightmare would proceed to say that it was the first time he’d ever said fuck and that he felt dirty.

The Triforce of Courage was just going to be called the Triforce of Porridge for exactly zero reason.

Some incarnation of Buffmare was going to exist in the comic, but only in a sequence taking place in Nightmare’s imagination.

When Cross realized his backpack was missing, it was because I realized his backpack was missing. I forgot to draw it. I decided that the backpack actually fused with him to create a Zelda-style magic pocket.

Nightmare was going to try to control a seagull with the command melody, but he was accidentally going to start controlling Cross instead and make him run into a tree.

The Tree Spirit was going to hold official interviews for placeholder guardians in Dream and Nightmare’s absence. These placeholder guardians were going to be Neil, the overenthusiastic French furry, and Ccino, the local emo kid who is absolutely done with everyone’s bullshit, and exclusively because they were the only ones who applied for the job. Neil was going to have an ulterior motive of becoming Gaston’s successor.

Neil and Ccino were eventually going to ‘get together’, if you can even call it that, and for no other reason than shitpost reasons.

Nightmare may have had a showdown with the Giant Flying Chicken while riding the Great Charizard from Dragon Roost.

Another possible concept for whole story was that it was a bad self insert fic written by a younger version of Nightmare, but it’s really unlikely that I would’ve gone through with that.

Nightmare and Cross may have needed to go on a fetch quest to find Ink’s brush in the ocean because they accidentally lost it, but honestly that would’ve served nothing for the progression of the story. Because XGaster put a tracker on Ink’s brush, they were going to have to enlist his help.

and that about wraps up my notes, now let me throw what I had sitting around of a script draft–reading this was a trip because I forgot that literally 60% of it existed:

(inside the mountain)

Cross: holy shoe, EVERYONE has wings? how is this a thing??

Cross: I’m frickin jealous

Chief: Oh. You must be. Those guys.

Horror: yeah man, I enlisted their help to capture the Chicken Terror, but then they were all like yo, it’s a robot!


Chief: horror robot or not I told you that we weren’t going to capture the chicken terror for food because we’re not cannibals we don’t eat birds

Horror: but

Horror: we’re hardly even birds!

Chief: you know your job Horror. now get back to work. your actual work.

Horror: But… being the mailman sucks!


Chief: Do I need to confiscate your axe again?


Horror: OKAY FINE. I’M GOING. (flies away in a huff)

Chief: AND DO YOUR GODFORSAKEN LAUNDRY!

Chief: I apologize for that… so, how can I help you two today?


Nightmare: You guys have like, some pearl thing or something? We need to like, collect three of them in order to… save the multiverse… or something like that.

(Camera dramatically darkens.)

Chief: It’s just as the prophecy foretold…

Nightmare: oh god what

Chief: You see, young whippersnappers… legend tells of a great hero that would rise up and save a bunch of people in times of desperation that they don’t even realize are desperate. the great hero would travel far and wide in search of the Pearls of Shiny to finally retrieve a great weapon that he would use to strike down the evil that few knew existed. also the hero would have a sidekick wearing stupid clothes.

Cross: EXCUSE ME

Chief: THAT’S JUST WHAT THE PROPHECY SAID

Nightmare: okay, y’know, I’m just gonna roll with it. where can I get the pearl?

Chief: Well… that’s where the hard part comes in. You see, the pearl belongs to my son… but he’s been acting like an edgy teenager lately.

Nightmare: Great…

Cross: Is there a reason he’s being edgy? Maybe there’s something we can do to appease his hormones.

Cross: Free food works like a charm for me.

Chief: No, it’s more complicated than that. When one of our people becomes of age, they climb to the top of Charizard Island to receive a scale from the Great Charizard that will allow them to grow wings.

Nightmare: the… great charizard.

Chief: But lately, the Great Charizard has been throwing inexplicable temper tantrums. No one can get close to him anymore. And with my son being of age, he’s decently pissed off about this.

Chief: We’re thinking that the Great Charizard is displeased about something, and it is also causing our shortage of food.

Nightmare: Wait, you worship something named after a Pokemon?


Chief: Anyway, perhaps you two will be able to talk some sense into my son. Maybe he just wants to talk to someone his age that isn’t Horror or Killer.

Nightmare: What kind of names are those?


Chief: There’s a letter that I wanted my son to read, and I’ve given it to Killer to hold onto. You can go get it from him upstairs in the first room near the stairs, just tell him I sent you. He’s the little guy in the short shorts, you’ll probably recognize him when you see him.

Nightmare: Can’t you just call him here?


Chief: No, it is of upmost importance that you experience a basic fetch quest in order to become a great hero, because those fetch quests will become needlessly complicated before you even realize it.

Nightmare: ?????

Nightmare: I can’t even tell if you’re joking or not–

Cross: dude let’s just go get the letter

(scene transition)

(Killer dramatically turns around and it zooms in and says his name SSB style)

Nightmare: Wait, why do you get a dramatic introduction?


Killer: Dayum. New faces.

Nightmare: Why is everyone ignoring my questions??

Killer: (needlessly sensual voice) So, what brings you here? (walking closer)


Nightmare: (backs into wall) NO BUENO

Cross: You have a letter or something?


Killer: Oh. Yeah. Chief gave it to me for some reason. Yo, catch.

(He chucks it like a ninja star. Cross catches it between his hands in front of his face.)


Killer: Ey! You actually caught it!


Cross: I’m a trained ninja.

Killer: So like, who are you guys?

Cross: I’m Cross. He’s Larry.

Nightmare: NIGHTMARE. MY NAME IS NIGHTMARE.

Killer: Aw man, I know the feel of having a really lame name and wanting one that’s cooler.

Nightmare: No. Like. My name is actually Nightmare. My senile grandma called me Larry earlier today and this loser picked up on it.

Killer: There’s no need to lie. I understand.

Nightmare: I’M NOT LYING!

Killer: anyway make sure you get that letter to Color there’s something I have to do–

(Killer zips out the door behind them.)


Cross: what even the frick?


Nightmare: that guy freaks me the frick out.

Nightmare: literally. I felt like he was coming onto me.

Cross: you’re imagining things.

(SCENE TRANSITION)
 Cross: all right Nightmare I literally do not trust your ability to communicate with another person in a way that will make them feel inclined to give us something so just let me handle this okay

Cross: okay better yet wait outside the room

(Nightmare makes a less than amused face.)


Cross: it’s for the greater good

(Cross walks into the room.)

Cross: hi my name is Cross and

Color: LEAVE

(Cross immediately exits the room.)

Cross: this is a lost causeNightmare: what

Cross: go make him bleed with your words

Nightmare: dude isn’t this the part where we give him the frickin letter

Cross: (pauses) :o

Cross: OH RIGHT

(Cross takes the letter and goes back into the room, leaving the door open)

Cross: oh yeah this letter is for you it’s from your dad or something

Color: Oh, wow. Can’t even be bothered to talk to me in person.

Color: Give me that thing.

(Color stares at the letter. It’s actually a letter from Killer filled with really bad pickup lines and other really creepy compliments.)

Color: What the hell, you said this was from my dad!

Cross: We thought it was–??

(Killer teleports in behind them, scaring the shit out of Nightmare)


Killer: Suuuup~

Color: Killer I swear to god.

Killer: Here’s the actual letter, though you might not be happy with it.

(He flings it at Color and it lands in front of him. He reads it over, rolls his eyes and throws it in the trash.)

Cross: So uh… I don’t know what the letter says but apparently we’re prophesied heroes collecting a bunch of pearls to save the multiverse and the pearl you have is–


Color: Can everyone just get out of my room already?

(everyone just leaves)

Nightmare: What even was the point of that stupid fetch quest?

Killer: Oh yeah, can you guys help me with something? Just a smalllll favor. And I can’t ask anyone else because I’m not supposed to do it.

Killer: I need some strong, reliable people…

Nightmare: Don’t touch me.

Killer: It’s just a small favor! And I mean actually small, it’ll take like two minutes.

Nightmare: I have doubts about this.

Killer: Great! Meet me out back by the spring.

Nightmare: Wait which side is the back–

(Killer is gone)

Nightmare: Cross which side is the back.

Cross: I don’t know??

(after spending twenty minutes going through the various exits trying to figure out how to get there)

Killer: What the hell took you so long.

Nightmare: Directions would’ve been helpful. There wasn’t even a freaking map anywhere in there!

Killer: The hollow is like the size of a middle class house! How difficult could it be to find out where to go?!

Nightmare: IT’S A DOME THERE IS NO BACK

Cross: OKAY, what matters is that we’re here, what the heck do we do now.

Killer: Okay, okay. (steps backwards) Look, if you look around here, it’s all a dried up spring. The Great Charizard was throwing a tantrum, a boulder fell down and it coincidentally plugged up the spring for the third time this week, which is literally our main source of fresh water. I’m honestly getting sick of this so I’m going to climb the mountain and see what’s going on because everyone else is too scared to do it.

Nightmare: God. You’re not gonna make us go with you, are you?


Killer: Oh, no way. I just need you to throw me up that cliff over there so I can get into the cavern that leads up the mountain.

Nightmare: Can’t you fly?

Killer: Not thirty feet straight up. Do these noodle arms look like they can manage that?


Nightmare: Whatever. But quick question. How the hell does one throw a person.

Killer: I weigh like fifty pounds. It shouldn’t be that hard. Also, if you’ve noticed, the wind is rapidly changing directions, so you’ll probably have the best effect throwing me when the wind is blowing that way.

Nightmare: Mhmm. Sure. Let’s just get this over with.

(Nightmare crouches down and Killer fuckin walks onto his shoulders)

Nightmare: Hey! Watch it!

(some way or another he throws Killer and Killer barely makes it to the cliff, face planting into the ground)

Nightmare: Well I guess that worked.

Killer: THAT WAS TERRIBLE!

Nightmare: YOU’RE WELCOME! COULD’VE JUST USED A DAMN LADDER!

Killer: NOBODY OWNS A LADDER HERE BECAUSE EVERYONE CAN FLY!

Nightmare: Then how the frick do people get up this cliff?!

Killer: THERE’S NORMALLY A BRIDGE BUT IT BROKE AND PROBLEMS LIKE THESE ARE PRECISELY WHY I’M CLIMBING THE MOUNTAIN TO BEGIN WITH! ALSO I’M LEAVING BYE. (turns and leaves)

(cricket cricket)

Cross: Nightmare we should probably follow him.

Nightmare: No.

Cross: What else do we have to do. We solve their problem, Color can get his wings and then he stops being emo and gives us the pearl out of the goodness of his heart.

Nightmare: I’m not risking my life for this! If that guy is willing to do it himself I’m going to let him do it!

Cross: Dude, look at that guy. He looks about at capable fixing whatever the problem is as Ink is at providing emotional support. If this happens to be anything like a video game, we’re the only ones capable of solving anything. Besides, what else are we supposed to do? Hang around and wait for something to happen?

Nightmare: All right, fine. But how are we supposed to do something? It’s not like we can climb up a thirty foot cliff.

Cross: No, but we can swim, right?Nightmare: What?

(Cross draws a line around the rock covering the spring. It dematerializes into red squares and water starts to spew out of the spring. They both run back towards the side and climb up the cliff they came from)

Nightmare: Dude, what the hell was that?

Cross: I can draw lines around things with my sword and they do that and go away.

Nightmare: … do they go somewhere?


Cross: I dunno.

(Meanwhile in Xtale, a boulder slams into the floor and almost crushes Fresh because of course he’s there)

(The spring fills up)


Nightmare: You know I’m starting to have second thoughts about this swimming thing seeing as how I’ve never actually–(Cross kicks him into the water)


(LATER)


Nightmare: YOU ASSHOLE I ALMOST DROWNED

Cross: You’re exaggerating.

Random Dude: STOP RIGHT THERE!


Nightmare: who.

Random Dude: YOU AREN’T GOIN ONE STEP PAST THIS POINT! YOU’RE LIGHT YEARS FROM FACING BROCK!

(nightmare squints)

(comic suddenly goes into a battle sequence)

Nightmare: whoa whoa what the hell is happening

Cross: oh my god it’s pokemon NIGHTMARE IT’S POKEMON

Nightmare: I DON’T HAVE ANY POKEMON CROSS THREATEN HIM

(Random Dude sent out MEWTWO)

Cross: DEAR GOD

Cross: LISTEN THERE’S A HUGE MISUNDERSTANDING WE’RE NOT TRAINERS WE DON’T HAVE POKEMON

Random Dude: tHEN WHY ARE YOU IN A POKEMON GYM HUH

Cross: Uh… touring?

Random Dude: OH

Random Dude: I SEE

(The Random Dude returns his Mewtwo.)

Random Dude: THERE HAS BEEN AN UNFORTUNATE MISUNDERSTANDING

Cross: Say uh, you didn’t happen to see a scrawny dude with wings pass through here, did you?

Random Dude: Oh yeah, he went into the next room and took the elevator to the top.

(silence)


Nightmare: Why are there always elevators.

(two seconds later, they reach the elevator and there’s a dude standing in front of it)


Nightmare: um excuse me we need to use the elevator

Dude: oh man I can’t find my glasses anywhere what do I do

Nightmare: excuse me I said move

Dude: oh man I can’t find my glasses anywhere what do I do

Nightmare: HELLO

Dude: oh man I can’t find my glasses anywhere what do I do

Nightmare: MOVE ASSHOLE

Cross: I think it’s a preprogrammed NPC.

Nightmare: UAGGGGHHHHH

(Nightmare throws himself into the person, but he slams into the STEEL WALL OF NPC)

Nightmare: CROSS TELEPORT HIM AWAY

Cross: wait are you serious what if that freakin kills him I don’t know where these things go

Nightmare: YOU SAID IT YOURSELF HE’S AN NPC

(Cross shrugs. He draws a line around the NPC and the NPC disappears)

(one elevator ride later)

Nightmare: (chokes) oh god

Nightmare: the altitude

Cross: nightmare this island is still lower than ink’s house.

Nightmare: PSYCHOLOGICAL ALTITUDE

(fwip)

Cross: Oh look, it’s that guy from earlier.

Nightmare: Got captured somehow. Why am I not surprised?

Killer: YOU KNOW WHAT SCREW YOU GUYS

(A really buff guy abruptly slams into the ground)

Buff Guy: FEAR MY WRATH, FOR I AM BROCK! LEADER OF ALL THINGS ROCK HARD

Nightmare: Look man, we really don’t have time for this, just let the shota hoe go, we’re just checking up on the huge-ass Charizard up there.

Killer: excuse me

Brock: I AM THE LOYAL GUARDIAN OF THE GREAT CHARIZARD! You can only pass if you defeat me!


Cross: what the hell is even happening anymore

(Loud gym battle music as the gate at the entrance of the clearing slams shut)

Nightmare: LOOK WE’VE BEEN OVER THIS WE DON’T HAVE ANY POKEMON

(Brock war cries as he sends out a very anime geodude)

Nightmare: can someone please tell me I’m hallucinating all of this

Brock: WELL, IF YOU DON’T HAVE POKEMON, YOU’LL HAVE TO USE A RENTAL

Cross: What? But rental pokemon always suck.

Brock: YOU MUST PROVE YOUR WORTH SOMEHOW! AND BECAUSE YOU’RE SMALL CHILDREN YOU OBVIOUSLY CAN’T PROVE IT THROUGH SUMO WRESTLING.

Nightmare: I’m fifteen!

Cross: Nightmare I think you’re missing the point.

Killer: Good god, just let them through and let me out of here, they’re the heroes of prophecy.

Brock: PROPHECY

Brock: GOODNESS ME I APOLOGIZE FOR THAT

(Brock returns his geodude)

Brock: YOU SHOULD HAVE SAID SOMETHING

Nightmare: That would have worked?

Brock: BUT! IF YOU WANT TO FREE THIS TINY FELLOW HERE, YOU MUST COMPLETE A DIFFERENT CHALLENGE! FOR YOU SEE, HE TRIED TO PASS THROUGH HERE WITHOUT WRITTEN PERMISSION!


(Killer rolls his eyes. Nightmare squints, literally pulling a notebook out of his shirt. He writes something in it, walking up to Brock and holding it up. It says “Let the guy out of jail you dick”)

Brock: AHA

Brock: WELL

Brock: I CAN’T ARGUE WITH THAT

(He stomps his foot on the ground and the bars in front of Killer go up)

Brock: DON’T BE CAUSING TROUBLE NOW KIDS


(He ascends back into the sky)


Cross: I’m not even going to ask. That entire conversation felt like a drug trip.

(Killer dramatically throws himself onto Nightmare)


Killer: I knew you would come around, my knight in–

Nightmare: Why did I assume that you had become any less creepy in the last ten minutes. Why did I even do that?


Killer: Because your heart told you to.

Nightmare: Dear god stop touching me or I will literally pick you up and slam you into the floor.

Killer: Feisty. Anyway, I figured out why the Great Charizard is freaking out all the time. His tail is hanging down into the room below him and something is chewing on it like all the time.

Cross: What? Then why doesn’t it just, I dunno, pull its freaking tail out of the room like a reasonable creature? Or maybe take care of the problem on its own?

Killer: The Great Charizard is like a five year-old. It’s self aware, but it expects all of its problems to be solved by everyone else and throws tantrums when that doesn’t happen.

Nightmare: Well that’s stupid. Why does everyone act like it’s some holy being then?

Killer: Because it’s a massive, terrifying dragon that can breathe fire?

ok unfortunately this is where the script ends but I hope you enjoyed that

oh yeah, and some extremely old art that I found:

as well as a brief consideration to make the characters human before deciding that I just didn’t want to work on the comic anymore.

basically you will notice that most of this doesn’t have a solid outline, and you’d be right: I never actually planned it that meticulously. I mostly just winged it and threw stuff in over the course of time and never even really planned anything close to a definitive ending beyond “maybe it was a prank”. sorry if this is like… anticlimactic, but it’s all I could find!

[hitsuackerman]

Unpredictable (Overhaul x Reader) pt.19

a/n: so... uhh... nothing much happens here but the last part is worth it :’) i guess? hope ya’ll like this nonetheless! 

warnings: this cannot be read solo

Links: part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9, part 10, part 11, part 12, part 13, part 14, part 15, part 16, part 17, part 18, part 20

Masterlist to my other fics: here :)

Overhaul’s waiting list: @jjk-biased @infinite-universe-love @dirtypride @blackymomo03 @azzie @purple-rabanito​ @meximorrita @awesomeee19​​ @celestial-kanzakii​ @laure-lo​ @team-wang-puppy​ @aydience-world​ @choros-main-hoe​ @colorseeingchick​  @but-kairis-not-that-smart (i cant seem to tag again :( hope this lands in your timelines!)

Two days since that fated encounter with Chronostasis, you were now left with a vacant rest day. And where better place to spend it than with Dr. Hanayaka. Setting an appointment with him, as he liked to call it, you were tasked to help with the blood pressure for each patient he had. Luckily, his schedule wasn’t that straining.

“So you mean to say, his henchman met with you in secret?” Gei asked and raised an eyebrow. With his stethoscope resting on his shoulder and white coat on, it was sometimes hard to believe that this flamboyant man was a well respected doctor. “And handed you trash man’s sim card?”

“Yeah. I’ve already checked the contents of the sim and there’s not a lot to go on.” Aside from your messages, the contents of his inbox were that of an average man’s. Expecting some tea about his trade or even important numbers of other villains, you had to think whether or not Chrono deleted some or not.

“And what about that plan of yours, hmm?” Gei fixed his eyelashes before staring back at you. “What if it backfires and Chrono takes the blame?”

“He won’t. My instructions were clear and I set a time frame as well. Just something to please the heroes for setting me up.”

“You movin over to the dark side, baby girl?”

“Just balancing things out.” You shrugged. “Levi made it clear that they shouldn’t interfere with my relationship with Overhaul. Even though I’m on justice’s side, I still want to tip the scales a bit due to personal reasons.”

“Wouldn’t your badge and title be removed if they found out? And why in Todrick’s name are you so chill with this topic?! Are you certain you don’t have a bug on you?” Your friend eyed you down so quickly. Worried that policemen might end up barging inside his office.

“Don’t worry. I’m wearing new clothes so there’s no way they can. Besides, I’m being as cautious as ever. Seriousness aside, I do have some information you might want to feast on.” You smirked at the mental image of a maskless Chrono.

“Spill…” Gei shifted in his seat and leaned in closer. The look on your face only meant one thing.

“Okay, so Overhaul’s right hand man was the one who met me right? Well~ He took off his mask and I will have to admit the man looked hella fine~”

“Describe! Describe!”

“For starters, he has bluish-gray eyes. Though he looks like he wants to kill a person right there and then, he probably could since his jaw was rather prominent. His voice without the mask is different too.” You watched as Gei listened with such focus. “But, if I were to be honest, describing him doesn’t do him good. He looks really handsome.”

“Why is it always the villains who look good?” Gei commented with a pout. “Hawks aside, because that man is something else, but they just hit different you know?”

“That’s true. Shame they have to wear those masks, though.”

“On the contrary, I think it’s good that they do. Otherwise they’d have to endure the wrath of fan girls.”

“Right. Also feels good when they trust you enough to show what’s behind the mask.” Nodding at your own statement, the memory of having lunch with Overhaul came back. With no given warning, he took off his mask and casually drank water. Realizing that he had done it on purpose, a tiny smile formed on your mouth.

“If you miss him that bad, just call him.”

“He changed numbers and I’m not that desperate to ask Chrono for it. Nao said in due time he’ll contact me but the chances of that are negative.”

“Honey, it’s the modern era. Women aren’t as shy as they were before. If you want something, go and get it. If it is a guy’s new number, then go ahead. It’s not just men who make the first move. And besides, I think Overhoe would be surprised if you just suddenly ring his doorbell.”

“You do realize, I do not have the same confidence as you.”

“Fake it till you make it, boo.” He snapped his fingers in a z-formation.

“You’ve been watching Soopernatural again, haven’t you?”

“Okay, first off, Jenred Padackles is a god and I would worship his feet. Second, that show has references to everything and you can’t deny that.”

“Yeah, you’re right.” Standing up from the sofa, you stretched your limbs. “Anyway, I gotta scram.”

“Where you headin’ off to missy?”

“I have to meet up with Nao regarding the Fukuo Kai case.”

“But it’s your day off. Get a life and do something else other than work, (n/n).” Gei threw a pen to your direction but you dodged it effortlessly. “Don’t make me tell your father.”

“It’s only for a few minutes. It’s in preparation for tomorrow.” Not bothering to wait, you exited the room and sofly closed the doors to his office. Time spent with Gei was always an eye opener. However, it still wasn’t enough for you to stoop so low and ring his doorbell.

Making your way out of the hospital, you took a quick stop to the vending machines and chose a cold cafe au lait. Perfect for the hot and humid weather Japan had to offer. Feeling the cold liquid running down your throat was amazing and within seconds, you downed the whole drink. Tossing the empty bottle to the recycle bin, a gust of wind caused you to lose balance.

“Oh no.”

“Oh yes.”

“I have a meeting to attend to Hawks.” Hawks took his visors off and ruffled his wings. Offering to buy him a drink, he chose a tetra pack of  apple juice. Walking to the vacant bench, you followed him and decided that perhaps his visit would be worth it. “So what did the bird hear today?”

“Twice and Toga Himiko.”

“League of-” Then it hit you. “I see. Since when?”

“Yesterday. One of my informants saw them entering the base and left late at night. They didn’t look too happy about it, though.” Lowering his headphones, he ruffled his hair and stared at the clear blue skies. “Do what you will with this information. Just thought I’d let you know.”

“How and why do you even bother?”

“I work for the HPSC dove. If I don’t want them getting in my head, I gotta kick their crotches first.”

“That’s not the best analogy.”

“Still works though.” He winked and put on his headphones and visors back. Standing up, he offered a hand and you accepted it. Tailing you, Hawks was now opening the door for your car. “And one more thing, another of my birdies caught the scent of the quirk erasing bullets nearing its completion stages. Probably 80% now.”

“That’s fast.” You had to admit.

“Heard he’s been pissed. Be careful baby bird.” Hawks closed your door and saluted before flying off.

80%? That was enough information to speed up the Shie Hassaikai raid. Reaching out for your bag, you took the burner phone you recently purchased and reread each message the both of you exchanged. With two League of Villains now part of the yakuza, the possibility of casualties was much higher now.

Within minutes, you were now on the road. Fingers tightly wrapping the steering wheel. Your thumb bouncing with growing guilt at choosing to hide what Hawks had just said. Of course this wasn’t to ensure his victory, it was to even the field, right? It was the pettiness taking over you and Nighteye going against his words. It had to be.

Turning towards the precinct, you saw your designated parking area. The basement parking was a bit crowded today.

Heading towards the meeting room Tsukauchi had prepared for the small info sharing, you greeted fellow coworkers and kept conversation till you disappeared around the corner. Not too long after, you were now fiddling with your fingers. Basking in the silence till the doors opened revealing your partner and Shinezu. Both men took their seats and commenced the meeting.

“So, Shinezu will be tagging along.” He nodded at your coworker who seemed to be trembling at the thought. “It’ll do you good, Shinez. Trust me.”

“I-I know, Tsukau-kun.” He adjusted his tie, loosening it a bit. “I just think I’m not cut out for this mission you know? I do better behind the scenes.”

“While I believe that’s true, the 4th division works best when you’re around.”

“That’s true.” You agreed. Shinezu may not be the most social cookie out there but his brain was close to Namase. He also had the knack of coming up with solutions when things went wrong. All he needed was to amp his social skills. “We all know the 4th division leader is weak for you.”

“Not t-true.”

“All too true. You’ll be fine, Shinez. Have I ever lied to you?”

When the raven-haired man finally nodded his head, Tsukauchi cleared his throat and relayed the plans for tomorrow. It was the standard undercover data gathering in your books.

“So, to recap, the 4th division will be handling the snooping and we’ll remain on guard should all else fail?” You repeated the information given. Tsukauchi scratched his chin and nodded. Confirming that you had fully understood his message. “All this should happen within 5 hours. Got it. That’s quite cramped but manageable.”

“5 hours was the only allotted time I could fit in.” He scratched his nape and looked away. “You were right when I had to take it slow with my cases.”

“I’m not one to comment~” Waving the conversation aside, you stood up and the others followed.

With the short meeting now over, Tsukauchi and you were now seated in the break room. Cups of coffee present as you exchanged more information about your days and current mission. For a brief moment, despite him not being a part of the Shie Hassaikai Raid, you wanted to pour every single information you had just gained from Hawks. The lingering guilt was much more present now.

“You’re spacing out.” He snapped his fingers in front of you. “You alright?”

“Aside from the growing problem of trashman, I’m fine. Just a lot on my mind.” Taking a sip from your coffee, the usual taste of bitterness was strong today. “Nothing to worry about~”

“You should go home, (n/n). I already took up a portion of your time. Any more and I might drown from embarrassment.”

“That’s gross. Even coming from you.” Kicking him from under the table, the two of you laughed before chugging the remaining drops of coffee. “I will take that offer though. Need me some beauty sleep before shit happens again. See ya!”

Hours had passed and you were now stuffing your face with chips. He was right when he said you had purchased too much but you weren’t complaining. The movie playing now was one of your favorites, Prisoner. Gake Jyllenhall was divine in this movie. It was always the twist of the movie that kept you watching it over and over again.

“I wonder if we had watched this… would the wall pinning  happen?” You thought out loud. Shaking your thoughts away from him, you stopped the movie and stored the chips.

Now that you were settled in bed, Overhaul’s jacket rested on top of you. By now, his scent had disappeared and was now replaced by yours. Grabbing your phone, you opened the messaging app and clicked on a certain conversation. Rereading his messages was not the best idea but at least you would be able to relive whatever memories you had created.

Glancing at your desk calendar, in just two months time, you would meet him again. Would things still be the same? Or would things go back to the way they were? Tucking your phone under the unused pillow, you willed yourself to sleep and surprisingly succeeded.

Waking up not so refreshed happened again. But, nothing out of the ordinary. Not being a morning person, you dragged your body away from the bed and began the necessary clothes. Deciding to just buy breakfast, it took you less than an hour to lock your doors and head over to the parking lot.

Making your way up the steps, you met up with Shinezu.

“You look like shit, Shinez.” You teased him. “Take a chill pill.”

“I already did. But it’s still not working. This would be the first case in a while where I’ll interact with others.” Leading the way, the both of you were now walking through the empty hallways. The sounds of your footsteps muffled by the cheap carpeted floors. “How do you guys even manage to survive situations like these?”

“By taking it one step at a time~” Not the best advice for someone who’s socially challenged but it is what it is.

Opening the doors for you, the both of you entered the room and took your designated seats. A bunch of people from the 4th division were now present. Tsukauchi had not yet arrived but it was still early so it was excusable. Exchanging a few small talk, you caught up with what the 4th division was up to till the doors finally opened.

“Good morning everyone.” Tsukauchi greeted. Feet glued to his spot. His eyesight focused on you. “Before we head out, we have a special guest joining us.”

“Holy shit.” Shinezu uttered under his breath.

- - - - -

a/n: shits bout to go down again! I would like to take this time to thank each one of you who take the time to read this! Unpredictable was supposedly a 10 chapter story but we bout to reach 20 now! i cant really respond to your comments as much but i read all of ‘em and they always make my day :’) my schedule has just been very hectic these days huhu and yeas that ends my rant~ see ya’ll next week! :* and yes, the waiting list is still open :)

[airplanned]

Zelda Trill AU part 3!

It’s absolutely shocking that I’ve never written anything involving Star Trek.  SHOCKING.

So this was really fun and useless.  Enjoy!

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Part 1

After his unpleasant time in Hylia's presence and his turning down an away mission and his mild sinus infection, Link was very much looking forward to spending some time with people who liked him and appreciated him and weren't about to spread rumors that he was untrustworthy or...or...

She wouldn't say anything about the actual mistakes he'd made.  She couldn't with implicating herself too.  If she took him down, he'd take her down with him.  But it was the things that he hadn't done that concerned him.  She was not above lying.

And he couldn't stop thinking abut her.  Not just Zelda, with her flashing hair and flashing eyes.  But hauntings of Tetra.  Of Sheik.

He'd made the mistake of reconnecting with her once.  He wasn't going to make that same mistake again.  He'd seen how it turns out, how inevitably after too long, people turn on each other.

He needed to spend some time with his short-term friends.  Friends who knew only Link and could pull him out of his own history.

He wasn't the last to arrive at Ruto's quarters for her weekly card game.  Most of his friends were endearingly bad at cards.  He half suspected that they enjoyed losing.  Otherwise they'd find something else to do together.

"Liiiink!" Ruto called.  "You made it!  I was worried, because heard you weren't feeling well."

He flopped into a chair between Yunobo and Russel.  "I've had the worst day.  I wouldn't miss it for the world."

Ruto preened.  Yunobo gave him a concerned look.  "We're all having...what's this again?"

"Andorian barley ale," Groose said, holding up his mug.  In addition to trying out card games every week, the group tried out "drinks from around the galaxy."

"Yeah, that," Yunobo said.  "But we can get you some tea if you want."

Link grinned.  See?  Best friends.

The door chimed and Ruto straightened.  "Oh!  Since Malon couldn't come, I invited the new girl.  Come in!"

Link's blood froze.

And there she was.  All the memories hitting him again like a hammer.

So maybe they weren't the best friends after all.

"Zelda!  You made it!  This is Groose, Yunobo, Link, and Russel.  Everyone, this is Zelda."

There was a chorus of "Hey, Zelda," and she flashed a brilliant smile at them all.  Her eyes met Link's briefly, then swept away without even the slightest hint of  reaction.  Groose popped out of his seat to pull out her chair for her, like a smitten gentleman, and Link thought he might throw up at the lovestruck look on his friend's face.  "Thank you all so much for inviting me."  She beamed up at Groose, and the guy's ears turned red with pleasure.  When he took his seat, he scooted it closer to hers.

Link would have to pull him aside later and make up something horrendous about hooking up with Trills.  Would Groose believe they had spikes?

"I'm actually feeling pretty bad," Link said, half way out of his chair.  "I think I should--"

"You do not feel bad.  You're just shy," Ruto said.  "This is why I didn't tell you a new person was coming."

Rude.

"Anyway, we're playing a game called Ben'tick and we need six people."

Ben'tick.  Of course.

Yunobo slipped a mug of tea in front of him and Russel grabbed his shoulder, pressing him back into his seat.

Zelda sat directly across from him.  Which meant they were going to be partners. 

"Excuse Link.  He's shy."

"You're both Trill," Groose said.  "Do you know each other?"

"There actually is a whole planet full of us," she teased.  Her half smile made his heart hurt.  "We don't all know each other."

"Oh.  Right.  Sorry."

That lie wasn't going to last, especially after their scene in the commander's office.  But he did appreciate it for the moment.  They could pretend they didn't know each other.  He could do that.

Goorse asked, "Have you played before?"

"No.  You'll have to teach me."

Link was ignoring her, so he didn't roll his eyes.  Tetra Hylia was a fiend at Ben'tick.  She'd taught him.  Her eyes caught his again, and her fingernail tapped twice against the table.  Shut up.

"Of course we'll teach you!" Groose said.  He stretched an arm over her chair to lean in and run through the rules.  Her eyebrows puckered in confusion, and she asked a series of simplistic questions.

Tetra would roll into a bar on the outskirts, and flop down into a seat at the highest rolling table, announcing that she was the best player in the quadrant, and proceed to take everyone's currency without a shred of guilt.  Zelda, it seemed, was ready to con everyone.  Not surprising considering Hylia was a champion liar.  Not surprising considering Zelda had a level of innocent cuteness that Tetra couldn't have pulled off.  She held up her hand of cards to show Groose and bated her eyes with her lips slightly parted.

"She'll figure it out as we go," Link said.

"Link's going to be your partner," Ruto explained, gathering up the card to shuffle them.  "Don't worry.  You're in good hands."

"It is good to have a partner you can rely on," she said.  Only Link picked up on the edge in her voice.

"He's good at this game."  Ruto grinned at him.  "If you need it, he'll carry you through.  And he'll kick you if you make a mistake."

That was a good idea.  He aimed a swift kick at her shin.

And missed.  "Ow!" Groose barked.  He glared at Link and retreated to his own seat, pretending that he was pulling in his arms to collect his hand of cards.

Zelda lifted her eyes over her fanned hand and smirked.  He was not going to survive the night.

She folded up her cards and tapped them twice against the table as if neatening them--A signal from a hundred years ago that she had four face cards.

Link sighed.  There was nothing for it.  He found a low number to throw out, letting her take the first hand.

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Ruto threw down her hand.  "Okay, we have to have a rule where the Trills aren't on a team."

Yunobo said, "Don't the symbionts communicate with an electromagnetic disturbance?  I think they're talking to each other."

"No, it's the tapping," said Russel.  "We always thought the way Link tapped his cards was a tick.  But she does it too.  They're signalling each other."

"No way!" Groose said.  "Zelda would have to have played this before to know any signals."

Everyone groaned.  Ruto rubbed her temple.  "She has played this before.  She's hustling you!"

Groose snapped around to give her a betrayed look. 

She gave him a sympathetic look.  "Link was carrying me most of the time."  Then she gathered all the chips in the pot and pulled them towards her.

"I'm on shift at 0700 tomorrow," Russel said.  "I should get going." 

That effectively ended the night, and as much as Link tried to delay leaving so her wouldn't have to walk with her, Groose unfortunately noticed and shouted after him, "Hey, Fi, you making a move on Ruto?"

The dangers of Ruto thinking that was true outweighed a brief walk in the hallway, so off he went, following awkwardly behind Groose and Zelda as they discussed his recent shore leave.  He went mountain climbing.  Link knew he fell, but Groose made no mention of that.

"I'm down that way," Groose said, pointing down a corridor away from the turbo lift.  "If you wanna..."

Link would have been better off if he'd left Ruto's claiming he'd needed to be somewhere else, headed to the opposite end of the ship.

Zelda laughed.  "No thank you, but that was a good try."

Groose beamed and gave her a thumbs up.

Link didn't have much choice but to fall into step beside her to the turbolift.

"You don't talk a lot, do you?" she said.  The edge in her voice was back, but not nearly as sharp.

"Leave Groose alone," he said.

"Why?  Are you jealous?"  The turbolift arrived and they both stepped aboard.  "Deck 7."

"Deck 5.  He'd not the brightest, but hes my friend, and I don't want him to get hurt."

"Because I'll murder him?  That's really the story you're sticking with?"

Link clenched his teeth.

"Look," she said.  "I didn't pick this assignment.  If I had a choice, I'd stay as far away from you as possible.  But I don't have a choice, and neither do you.  So are we going to make this work and ignore each other like professionals, or are you going to be broody and impossible forever?"

He turned on her.  "This ship is my home.  If you put a toe out of line, if you put anyone here in danger, if you do anything suspicious at all--"

"As if you wouldn't put this ship with everyone you claim to love onboard on course to fly straight into a star while you escape in a shuttle craft like the coward you are--"

The turbolift jerked and shuddered.  The lights flickered, and suddenly they were falling two floors, three.  They grabbed for each other's elbows as the emergency locks activated, hauling them to a stop with a sickening lurch.  For a moment the lights were off, the hum of the ship silent around them, and there was only the harsh sound of her breath and the fierce grip of her fingers on his arms.  The emergency lights came on, low and red, and they straightened away from each other, instantly on alert.

"We've fallen out of warp," she said.

"Fi to ops...Revali come in."

"Hylia to engineering."

"Fi to the bridge...Emergency override: doors open."

The doors did not open.  Zelda tapped at the dark console, before shaking her head and popping it open, immediately pushing her hands into the wires.  "Power's out.  Let me release the door locks."

There was a hiss, and Link crammed his fingertips into the slit between the doors, gritting his teeth and prying them apart.  The floor of Deck 8 was visible about a meter above the floor of the turbo lift.  The hallway was lit with emergency lighting as well.  Link shook out his hands and then cupped them, offering her a foothold and then hefting her up and out.  He hauled himself up after her and went straight to the console on the wall.

"Main power is down.  Some sort of energy spike."  He tapped away as she eased closer to watch over his shoulder.  She was so close that it pricked his neck.  "Propulsion is down.  Engines are running on auxiliary power.  Life support is functioning off the backup systems. And I can't reach anyone."

"What about comms?"

He shook his head.  "I don't know.  They're running on auxiliary power, so they should be functioning.  This is Lt. Fi to all hands."  They both stared vaguely at the floor, waiting for a response.  Link shook his head,  "Why can't we reach anyone?"

"A localized dampening field?"

"Maybe.  I need to get to the bridge."

"Preferably quickly."

"Yeah." He nodded.  "Let's go."

Part 4

[mckittyarts]

HEY GUYS sorry for the long silence! this thing took a while but im so glad to finally have these gals to show everyone!! but yeah, just like the Links i did a little while ago, these gals are my interpretations of all the Zeldas over the years! because my gals needs some love too baybe!!!

as usual, nicknames and headcanons under the cut!

Harp (Ocarina of Time/Majora’s Mask): - post-ocarina so basically she’s in the adult timeline but seven years older than she were when we last saw her at the end of oot - big mom friend,,,,,,,,,,,, tall and Motherly will adopt every child - she can and will slice a bitch if she needs to dont cross her - her scars were from the 7 years where she hid as Sheik while Time took himself a nice little nap - after sending Time back to his childhood she’s just been working to rebuild her kingdom and is now Queen - like i said on the Links one, headcanon that she’s Time’s twin sister - nothing much to say about her design it’s pretty much the same asdfghj

Plume (Skyward Sword): - still rowdy. still bapey - can and will push you off a cliff - really loves her animals and insists her remlit’s a sweetheart despite what Sky may tell her - really sweet and understanding about Sky and his napping but will still Suplex A Bitch if he’s being an ass - after what happened in skyward sword she’s in the lead of getting the settlement on the surface up and running - changed her outfit a bit to one more inspired by one of her concept designs but it’s kinda hard to see anything but a white shirt in this image asdfghj - a few scrapes and scratches from tumbling around on the surface, nothing too serious though

Dawn (Twilight Princess): - Stoic and Quiet - i’ve had Twi for five minutes, but if anything were to happen to him i would kill everyone in this room and then myself - cares a whole lot about her kingdom and will do just about anything for her people- has been working to rebuild her kingdom too but like there isn’t much to fix anyway so i guess she gets off easy - again, same design as usual aaaaand no real noteworthy scars she’s smart enough not to get killed unlike everyone else

Hope (Breath of the Wild): - NERD ALERT - spends most of her time documenting and rambling - what do you mean shes gotta rule her country she’s found a cool frog she’s gotta take pictures of!!!! - can actually remember her friends and misses them a whole lot :( - HOO GIRL YOU’VE GOT......... A WHOLE LOT TO REBUILD..... WHEW - kept her design mostly as is and gave her the green eyes because nINTENDO ARE SO INCONSISTENT WITH HER EYE COLOUR IS2G - got in a few scrapes after sAVING WILD’S DYING ASS so that’s where the scars are from

Rapier (Hyrule Warriors): - the cool but wildly irresponsible mom - *gives a whole sword to small child* hell yeah kid go fuck those bitches up - also filthy rich even compared to the other Zeldas like look at that ridiculous amount of gold and silver armour it’s not even gonna protect her dumb ass - can absolutely destroy you if she chooses to do so - has a lot of scars because sOMEONE doesn’t know how to gear up properly - knows sign language so that she can communicate with Her Boy 

Canvas (A Link Between Worlds): - the biggest sweetheart you’ll ever meet...... like oh my god bapey............ - Big Fan Of Art - has a whole museum of paintings in her castle - is 100% convinced that Albi is Deceased :( spent a lot of resources to find him but kinda gave up on it after a year or two  - the lighter patch on her face is the ‘splash’ mark from being turned into a painting which also caused the color in her eyes to change - she actually used to have green eyes

Pebble (The Minish Cap): - OOOO BABEY.......... TODDLER - still really close to Minish they always hang out - Dramatic Little Shit - absolutely a sheltered kid there’s no way Daltus didn’t get a million times more protective of her after she got pETRIFIED??? - despite being completely baby she still manages to be taller than her Link lmao eat shit Minish - the feathers are supposed to resemble Picori feathers, no idea if they are real or not

Ghost (Spirit Tracks): - FUCKING DIES ASDFGHGFGHJ - super energetic and sweet - got all of Tetras attitude but none of the smarts. absolute Buffoon - might be out of mortal danger but still gets in trouble all the damn time - barely has any scars because ghosts don’t get injuries but she does have a big burn/lightning like scar on her chest/stomach from having her sOUL RIPPED OUT OF HER BODY - redesigned the dress a bit so she’d look different from Pebble - also the ribbon in her hair is supposed to be a Tetra’s old bandana!! she got it as a gift from her when she was still Very Small

Tetra (The Wind Waker): - Fuck Yeah Pirate Time - completely Rowdy. Will Stab a Bitch - is more like a robin hood type of outlaw she only steals from Corrupt Rich Asshats like a good pirate should - swears WAY too much. Horrible Influence on Children - is missing like half on her left leg, probably lost it to like a gyorg or some shit - scars are from various battles with other pirates, bokoblins, birds, etc. - busy finding a New Continent

Crystal (A Link To The Past): - tired............... needs a break - Just Wants Link To Stop Dying And Come Back Here For Once!!!!!!! dumbass - real quiet but real calculated - Reads Minds and Talks Inside Peoples Heads - real fond of gardening her own herbs and vegetables  -listen i KNOW they’re like her pajamas or some shit but the blue dress just suits her better!!!! also Canvas doesn’t have any alternate costumes soooo

Ribbon (The Legend of Zelda): - ROUND!!!! CHUMBY!!!!!!!!!! - very sweet and very bubbly - will absolutely hug you to death and there’s nothing you can do about it - rebuilt an entire kingdom because uhh that thing kinda fell apart a couple hundred years after ALBW - doesn’t have any scars because she just kinda sat around while Ganon and Link were having a bit of an argument - i changed her dress to be green because of her in game sprite

Dreamer (The Adventure of Link): - HEY GUYS DID YOU KNOW THAT CLASSIC SAVES TWO ZELDAS??? BECAUSE I DIDN’T REALIZE UNTIL NOW - THIS BITCH CAME BEFORE PEBBLE.......... SHE SLEPT FOR /THOUSANDS/ OF YEARS STRAIGHT - is Very confused, doesn’t know what the hell is going on 99% of the time - absolute grandma, doesn’t understand any of this newfangled technology - just real sweet but also completely disoriented - i guess she just kinda helps Ribbon figure out how to get all the old rules and traditions back in place, just a complete big sister for her

[yourdarlingfaux]

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I... ;^; 💖 thank you anon this would be the first ask I've received and I have very little idea what to share but hm, let's see!

1)  I have no idea how many pets I’ve had! I’m not kidding, genuinely no clue!

2) I actually do all my digital art on my phone and I don’t use a pen, just my finger, but now that I have a new phone that I’m still trying to figure out how to use this might change! 

3) I haven't done anything to post any content until recently but I started watching Hetalia in mid 8th grade and started making things for it with a friend during that summer and, well, we still are! Currently we have ~9 AUs and ~40 stories, I don't know how many I'll put out but most of them are 2p ;)

More on my pets/animals you didn’t ask for but you’ve got my memory jogging and I miss my babies:

- I’ve had 3 cats (Belle, Pumpkin Boy, and Sarah) and kinda fostered one 1 kitten (don’t remember his name but it was some initials), basically our other cats were bullies to the new kit and we couldn’t keep him. But we also had some stray cats that came to our house, one was Cookie and the other was Rain

-4 dogs, but one only resided one night with us because we couldn’t support her and she scared away my last cat. The first two were Yorkshire terriers (Gigi and Angel), the one that stayed one night was a Carolina dog named Hazel, and now we have is a Bichon Frise, his name is Beau

- At least 4 rabbits (I mentioned it before, but a rabbit made a nest in my old equestrian trainers stables and so she distributed them, I think I ended up with 2-4, but they didn’t make it..), one was from one of my mothers employees, (he was Star) he was our oldest and longest lived and I miss him, one as a surprise from the pet store (I named her Chile), and one my dad got from work because I think someone found it at a gas station? He was named Bevo for his white and orange markings like the mascot of UT Austin

- Estimate it to be at least 40 fish because we had a pond, the last survivors were goldfish named Princess (for a goldfish I thought she has an impressive size, still sad about her death) and Lucky (a brown goldfish). I also had 4 tetras, and my last fish was a beta fish named Skittles

- Hermit crabs! I have no idea how many of those we had but it was more than 10!

- .... I don’t know how many geckos I had, but at least one leopard gecko

- All the birds I had were from my dad’s work or my cats being wild. Most notable from that group was a dove named Pidgey, Squirt the bird we have no idea what it was but was the only one we were able to release and his favorite place was the purple castle I had on top of my shelf, Lil Pip the sparrow, and Gizmo the duckling (I have so many bird stories)

- .... Frogs, frogs and toads and snails and small garden snakes were frequent visitors to my old home and I kept tabs on them. I have an old video with some frogs, so I know I kept at least two!

- And he wasn’t a pet but while I was living with my grandparents and Angel was still alive she found a ring-necked snake in so I picked it up and named it Punc

- I’ve also done some pet sitting for a ranch that has hunting dogs, chickens, guinea fowls, horses, and cows, and at a different place took care of two mice!

- Oh that reminds me I’ve caught two wild mice, one has left me with two scars and the other was really nice and just sat on my neck