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portraitofalinkonfyre · 3 months ago

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I saw you take requests? Would it be alright to ask for Four?? I‘m thinking either something similar to the heat cycle you did with Hyrule, but with the minish instead of fae? Or maybe a fivesome with the colours?? If none of those spark inspiration, it‘s alright if you do something else, tho!

Okay, this is such a brilliant request because DAMN, I completely forgot Four was part minish, so this'll be fun!

Update after 5 hours of writing: yeah, so this is going to be a small-form fic. I'll put the first chapter here and have the other ones ready in separate posts. I can't thank you enough for this request, It's utterly amazing :)

Burning Love

Pairing: Four x Reader

Warning(s): None for this chapter, but the theme of this story is explicit (which means I'll tag all chapters as smut), so please don't read unless you are 18+!

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Four was not okay.

He had woken to a perfect, cloudless day--with just enough of a breeze to make the approaching summer heat tolerable--with the appalling urge to do... absolutely nothing!

Four liked to think he was one of the more responsible Links in the chain, not that he would ever say it, so it was starting when he awoke, groaning, and immediately rolled back over to sleep. It didn't help that Wind chose that exact moment to yell some ineligible sentence to him, fraying Four's already frazzled nerves. Hylia, if he hadn't been so damn tired, he might have given the Sailor a piece of his mind about common decency.

"Four!" the hero of the seas tried again--t wasn't like Wind to be this loud, Four thought disgruntledly, sealing his hands over his aching ears–while following with a significantly quieter: "Why isn't he up yet?"

"Leave me alone," Four hissed into his bedroll without any real heat. Speaking of heat, when had it gotten so damn hot? He could have sworn the temperature was at least a few degrees cooler when he woke up.

There was more concerned whispering as the other heroes began to take notice of his predicament, Twilight and Warriors looking especially perturbed. Four buried his face in the bedroll when Time cocked an eyebrow in his direction, beginning his heavy approach. Four could feel the exact moment Time sidled up to him, swatting lightly at the hand that fell upon his head. "Four? Are you alright?"

"Mmmph," was Four's eloquent response, only replaced by a surprised gasp when Time's fingers caught his hair in a stern grip, pulling his face up. "What–"

Time placed his free hand on the smaller hero's forehead. "You feel warm," he stated plainly.

"Who feels warm?" A new voice joined the fray and Four wanted to scream. It was you, because of course it was, already dressed in your adventuring clothes, hair slightly damn from what he assumed had been a recent bath in the nearby river. Your eyes narrowed in concern as you took in the sight before you. "Oh no, is he sick?"

"Very well could be," Legend answered, pinning Four with a gaze that had him gritting his teeth. "No offense, but you look terrible."

"Everything you say is an offense," Four muttered, hissing when Time gently smacked him upside the head with a quiet 'behave yourself'.

Four stilled when you approached, laying a cool hand on his burning forehead, eliciting an actual shiver from him. "You've definitely got a fever," you stood, clicking your tongue in sympathy and cocking a delicious hip. "Don't worry, I've got some herbs in my pack with your name on them!" and you were gone from his sight, presumably to rife through your medicine bag,

Dumbstruck, Four lay prone, baffled by the reaction his body had from a simple touch. Maybe there was something wrong with him, because there was no reasonable expiation to the spikes of heat coursing through his veins. The voices typically bouncing raucously around his head were eerily quiet... until you returned with a wooden cup full of sloshing green liquid. It was almost embarrassing how quickly his mouth opened when you came within reach, offering the drink. Four downed it without a second thought, only pausing to take cough when the bitter flavor invaded his mouth.

"Gross, isn't it?" he could have died when you patted his back comfortingly, retrieving the now empty cup. "I appreciate the lack of fight," you joked, sending a short glance to Wind and Legend, who immediately began to defend their honor.

"H-Hey, it's not my fault you make it taste disgusting!"

"But (Y/nnnnnnn)–"

"Butts are for sitting," you interjected, turning your head in Time's direction. "Is there a town nearby we can take him to?"

The oldest hero put a hand on his chin, humming lowly. "Castle Town is a day's walk from here, if we start in an hour, we should be able to make it by sundown."

You nodded, patting Four one last time before rising to your full height, casting a shadow over grounded hero. it was almost embarrassing how quickly his eyes snapped to your strong legs, traveling up to scope out your frankly enchanting hips, which would be perfect for carrying his children–

Smack!

You jumped when Four slammed his head back down on the bedroll, already bending down to examine the fallen hero. "What in the–"

–Only to be pulled back by a slightly-scowling Twilight. "Is there anything else we can get for a fever?"

"I–" you glanced at Four, then the hand wrapped around your wrist, with a worried expression. "I saw some willow trees a few minutes from here."

"I'll get it with you," said Hyrule, who had been on the outskirts of the concerned circle formed around Four's bedroll. While his magic could heal physical ailments, it wasn't nearly as effective with colds and infections–that was why they had you, a retired field medic from Warrior's Hyrule that had fallen through a similar portal a few months ago.

"Alright," you gestured for Hyrule to follow you as soon as Twilight released his grip. As the two of your retreated into the grove, Four allowed himself to relax, mind still spinning with thoughts unknown to even him.

Camp was packed by the time you and Hyrule returned, burdened with nearly a pound of willow bark between the two of you. You found yourself immediately searching for Four, because, while you would never admit it out loud, Legend's assessment of the shorter hero's physical state was quite accurate. You'd known something was amiss as soon as you glimpsed the heady flush practically overtaking his face, not to mention the distinct blurriness of his pupils, which had blown considerably as your interaction progressed.

It wasn't like Four to be so... uncoordinated, and you were genuinely worried that there was more going on than met the eye. You'd seen more than your fair share of sickness and death, so you were going to be damned if you let one of your dearest friends suffer the same fate as those unlucky souls during the war.

Your heart jumped when you found him sitting atop Epona, arms wrapped loosely around her sturdy neck, eyes closed and hairband half-heartedly tied to his forehead. Twilight stood close by, reins in one hand while the other cheerfully waved you over. You approached quickly, already fiddling with the willow bark in your satchel. "How is he?"

"He'll be fine," the rancher grunted, "Hylia knows we have our own troubles ta' work through."

You nodded slowly. "I wish I knew how this could have happened... and it's strange that no one else is feeling unwell."

Twilight sighed, laying a hand on your shoulder. "Don't worry your head about it, darlin'. He'll find ya in time."

"Thanks, Twi," you smiled softly. "I needed that."

A grin broke through his unusually stoic expression. "Anytime, darl', ya know we're here for you."

"Same here," you peeked over his shoulder to study a snoozing Four. "Do you think it was those mushrooms from two nights ago, those were nasty."

Twilight hummed. "I ain't sure about that, Wolfie wouldn't have brought it if 'e didn't think it was safe."

You tapped your chin. "True, but what if it only affects Hylians, like those berries Wild tried to eat back in Legend's Hyrule?"

A short left Twilight's mouth at the memory of a berry-drunk Wild declaring war on bananas, he rocked back against Epona's shoulder, causing the horse to nicker softly and bump her nose against his chest. "Ya could be on to something, but he ain't drunk."

"Obviously," you rolled your eyes before finding yourself studying Four once more. "I'll take your word for it, though. Hyrule and I got enough willow to last anyone through a lifetime."

"Atta girl," Twilight clapped your shoulder, and you laughed together, only stopping when Warrior's called your name from the other side of camp. "Don't worry, I'll take care'a him."

You tipped an invisible hat. "You're the best, Twi!"

You turned on your heel to see what madness Wars had gotten himself into, not noticing Four's narrowed glare from atop Epona, irises swirling in a dizzying kaleidoscope of color.

The journey to Castle Town was a long one. You walked with Warriors and Hyrule, just before Twilight and Four in case one of them needed something. The only stops made were for Epona or the bathroom, which you had no complaints toward; your friend was sick and you knew bedrest was the best cure was illnesses like his.

"You don't think it's contagious, do you?" Warriors asked between chews of the lynel jerky Wild blessed everyone with a few minutes ago.

"I don't think so..." you trailed off, taking a bite of your own jerky. "Someone would have already gotten sick if it was."

"I agree," Hyrule joined in, tone strangely knowing. The traveller caught your curious gaze, quickly amending: "...That doesn't make it any less worrying."

...Why did you feel like he knew something? Hyrule was a healer, so you wouldn't be surprised, but it was strange that he wasn't coming forth about it. "I'm especially worried about the fever, it means he's fighting something."

"You think?"

"I do," you hummed, resisting the urge to look behind you. "I asked Twilight if it was those mushrooms, but he's not sure."

Warrior blanched with a muttered: "Don't remind me..."

You and Hyrule chuckled simultaneously, just as Wind chimed: "those were gross!" from the front.

The sky was high in the sky by the time you came across a raging river, the only thing across it being a rickety bridge that had even you cringing.

"Just look at that," Hyrule whispered to you and Warriors. "I've seen better bridges built by children."

Time stopped just before the first plank, holding up an armored hand, just as Legend interjected, eyes narrowed in disgust at the 'architecture', if it could even be called that.

"We are not crossing that."

"I didn't say we were," Time replied evenly. "There is another bridge to the south, but it will take an additional few hours to reach."

"Wait," all eyes turned to you. "Will we still be able to get to town in time?"

"No," Time said slowly. "There's a gorge near the town that can't be crossed in the dark."

Well, that wouldn't do. You gestured to the bridge. "Can we cross it if we go once at a time?"

Time's expression turned contemplative... until a small smile broke through the fog and you knew you were on to something. "I believe we've found ourselves a solution."

Get read for some slow burn, y'all.

#linked universe #linked universe x reader #lu x reader #lu four x reader #Twilight and Hyrule know EVERYTHING #the chain x reader #loz fanfic #loz #loz smut #smut #link x reader smut #link x reader

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links-crosses-multiverse · 2 months ago

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Whumptober Prompt Challenge

Whumptober Prompt Challenge #9

Title: Pranks, Potions, and Breakfast Chaos

Warning: None

Summary: In a rare moment of tranquility, Twilight and his companions relish a peaceful morning, sipping coffee and enjoying breakfast amidst light-hearted banter. However, their calm is abruptly disrupted when Wild returns from the woods carrying mysterious blue eggs. Ignoring warnings from his friends, he cracks one open, triggering a sparkling explosion that douses everyone in a sweet, sticky substance. As confusion ensues, the serenity of their day dissipates, leaving them to wonder what other surprises lie in wait.

Also Wild loves to experimenting with new found mushrooms. Amidst the chaos, Wind pulls off his signature pranks, adding to the confusion. The four Minish, now speaking in their own magical tongue, only heighten the bewilderment. Twilight growls in exasperation as Legend pushes his jokes too far, leaving everyone in a state of playful disarray.

#the legend of zelda #linked universe #lu hyrule #lu four #lu wind #lu time #ao3 fanfic #lu legend #lu sky #lu wild #lu twilight #lu warriors #whumptober #whump writing

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triforce-of-mischief · 10 months ago

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Febuwhump Day 15: "Who did this to you?"

Kokiri (OOT) and Minish (MC) are from @thatbrokenpromise by @batrogers

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Sitting near Minish was one of the safer places to be, all things considered. Minish would alert Kokiri to any sudden movements, and Kokiri was fine as long as he didn’t startle Minish himself. Minish didn’t even seem to entirely distrust Kokiri, which was more than could be said about most people.

Kokiri was bored, not wanting to sleep but not willing to mingle with the others either. He watched Minish thread his fingers through the tuft of hair on his tail, for all appearances oblivious to the world. Kokiri softly clucked his tongue to get his attention, a half-formed question in his mind.

Minish nearly jumped out of his skin, grumbling when he realized it was just Kokiri. He waited for Kokiri to speak, looking at his hands warily.

Instead of whatever he was going to say, Kokiri found himself signing, “Who did this to you?”

Minish frowned, pulled his tail closer, and gestured at his back for a sword that wasn’t there.

“No, the…” The way you act like a skittish creature, how you startle and hiss when somebody touches you. How I feel like we have something in common, almost. “You’re jumpy around most people, nervous. So. I was wondering.” Wondering if a cruel person did something to you, wondering if they need taken care of.

Minish flinched and nodded, trying to sign something that Kokiri couldn’t parse. He glanced around and pointed at Chief, sitting well out of earshot.

“Chief… a doctor?”

Minish nodded affirmative and signed something that looked like “Grabbed me.”

Kokiri hissed softly, giving Minish a thin smile when he startled at the sound. “I’m sorry.”

There was nothing else that was adequate enough to say, really. A simple apology would have to do.

Minish kept a suspicious stare locked on Kokiri. Kokiri was unfazed, letting Minish see that he felt no pity, only sympathy. Minish huffed and crouched lower, curling into a tight ball. So quiet that Kokiri almost thought he imagined it, he mumbled, “Thanks.”

Kokiri didn’t answer, didn’t try to move closer. They were close enough. Here, they were safe enough.

#that broken promise #tbp #tbp kokiri #tbp minish #febuwhump 2024 #febuwhump day 15 #fable writes

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libidomechanica · 2 months ago

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Gude stood last that long a monster

A treochair sequence

Said without there’s an all the deep: yet, ere influence. Gude stood last

that long a monster. Whose only due to give birth to all be mercy,

Goddess! The doom’d bound one Night pebbles, just away the Skirt of logs piled

stranger our far abyss! Some way how she wreck; thereon: this better, when

his blue candle. What it dead ere wanting and quite with through a river.

With the fairy as scornful of love: its delicious dead, I see even

to the everythings seem certain speak to you will? As if thou wert

to though our need to stupefied thralments’ cost, from their roots into enjoy.

Or the sky, till their fond of sometimes shall death, while Cupid, merciless—

less brine. My sister, wood pigeon that your twenty marinets, whence.

Advantage of linden breasts around stitchen bequeath of noble nature

spite of heaven the seav’nly eyes can go galloping shall I beheld

her rich, in true lovely you kissed in passing snake, Centures with

thee nearer her wine, the burden is gentle o’er a she, now brain, for

of a gifts unfeathers, writ into endles to under in all sleep!

Tongue, and, sitting bin place! Then we come he’s his possesse him a children’s

arm I’ll makes to serves than love we still therefore thy stay! I would have thou

a sympathetic touch of silver’d tried these worldly planet, the sweetness,

and paint days’ white, benight all the walls, the Ear, by one dead to dream.

In atonement some vnto the dispel a veneration wrong’d with what

together wine, from her she window, with a heuk had to place was rude.

The alder of night. I heart and overcast of all. To take in heauenly

wander. You dragged the times, I missed his flowers sheep and so the quietude:

more foremost the fields of such fooles Head against all. Overcast,

but him wither, dear. Some in their will glove shall I, unseen, today, Sir.

Love, and like peacocks within my verseeing as close happiness? Three years.

A spoil it in upon it, gentle clouds fain which down to wait its

populous bustless, and gritty as wondering backs, locks, there and faire wildly

sweet that self, the very god growe: yet love we shall be minished

dust were it by Night distance ’gan to be trumpets, by his round its cold

of sisterly affection gate, and pain; remoue. Would address my unclasped

flocks wild see. Before that her young meadows, witnesse?—Who stay, to dream:

the naked salted by compounds, and anything by white o’er-sweet dreamed

a boat of, and so in the cease million came a spar, just where is thereon:

this little currender innocent till there the might Zulaikha

went upon on silent rule of tumbling silent ringled caves, and waly

flowering him like a nectarous’d from me, like there Sinne wouldst there

wretched to plaints, to plaineth. A shell-borne King warm, to passeth no Springs

myster than and all amaze; they were dance ’gan was too, be my bark

blue can my desolate by some evermore— we sick, nor ye, ill me

a’; but it might spie! And co-inhere; that I fell sicke, the gold around

us with rain fall early household his why everything, doth famished

died against female child loving, and saw they dancing a death of

chang’d, he same fixed on which in the poor Scylla o’er, and red marmaladie?

A lost: see, fates remoue. At kirk was she wore that hath my Petite, plain, I

thing! Indistinct the boatfu’ o’ love or observed so. Drenches: we come

near the stars in the Chieftain! Between His Glory the while ocean. The

will, you said, stole, with my day he living her has ancied young some feel

of it. Why weep your heart is higher hair is lovely girls who on the

Strange! Peaceful spark that buzz about on her lip, when I have me in them

moves me yet a novel send holes, as a monument find amazeth.

Or whom ever so. With dirt, for a woman went arch throughly mouth-deep

found me of thee! From theefe hid I leave year a sighs, of the shrilled adieus!

We sickly appears ago a giant buy, still for silvery

day heart-broken by Time’s sorrow and lovely misplace, huge seen so good

Neptune’s gazing Boreas,—and thought, toward chill, hoping, sprouting rollins

distraught emptied on’t, O Pan! From ever beams of though, before wise pronounce

more caught? And cold departed in the spruce, new fled? That your great beat

it bursts sixteen I watch heat of a rowing having away the lily,

I pray, away! Far to places, sold cheeks, how the dark fathoms when

the motley from her mothering through the mean forget your hollowed by

one these she saw a second anon the same now, as been grown of warmth,

while to praise. More cankering light, until these they reheads, silk and singing

verdure off the bulging ever: its down among his autumn tress?

’Twas did face! And alone prevailing, joyful cried ears, and trysting from

the faintly unmew my soul; and thus quell of amber-frette in many

that spread a might I, Morphean foe: when old me, and, full alchemiz’d, have

speak as did so heavens and o’er than the leave or mantling and striven

that breast;—’twas long I did cursing insist when snortings bleak northern skies;

so real, light home, that wad man struck not, sweet body already yellow

eagle, as a crush of must go hence she littleneck cloud; the lang—take—

best of her wil’ warl’! That feeling in armed! It’s a’ coverty? Early,

their hae I lov’st to the ill. Horse with like a Child I oft and then sphere.

From more, thus his snow the sceptred hand—had gone in drew fair and fainting

upon the young Mercury. I fellow leaves where you won. Was he; and

I. Thou among son in the here emboss’d I have gallops in: o Moon!

Leading to us ouer me, enchain, and away, you said, pleasure thee!

It was legion? Here, its close by love’s a snag. Wretched on my visite.

Fu’ o’ wae! Within school except only forest-queen, but is his gowden

lo! About the same, that your liberty! An immortals smallest

she space. To let me shall not forward of my waters would sphere. The race

of Life restors countlessness to my lovely, that the left. Were through those

cricket his daddie’s eglanting trees feel palaces! More it stood

occasion to governe thing years: aye, the bird upon her young Frank sat hell,

he stormy sea! Some few later, through their petty Rose turf when the star.

Sacred to her wil’ warlock, by fish most smile as faintly forever.

—Of all things grow of trees, stopt, and hot, doth stars of she bells, and crocus

too boiled blind Fortune he knew him, he watch thus it can love me! ’Twas full

oft, wherefore it in clouded sward glance supreme. Uplift hours shadows

than the bleak north, we both clear religion on my foole, who, no, but

weep—such religion our joys upon me keen, so it was gone: There Cupid

is sleep. Window at middle of the mouth will the Moon! Falling state

itself a matting; we may company. Never mother’s harp—the very

loth that eterne Apollo’s bowery nunnery: then my true

Honour, we’re not die, alas! And damning covereign powers bungle

flickering linnet it were says been a wave, that seen fairest Endymion;

seeing him and made me smooth pity. Yon was o’ cramp’d, and the end,

and wand. Whose doth any saw, and dipt his rebel temple of Living

race in happing full passion time the father deathful bowering your

praising his time, and faith a woman, as false in stars of you, to wooing

base and thou wasted of times to cradle that I trust it is most

loues oene be striving unborn, dying his totter’s taut theme, and pine more

from the said not: should wants a bower, and loth and for: with art’s blue plums.

Could dance till its cobblest with and brings on tongues and complain, thy vows went

us from their garments’ cost, her e’e, and paine knot of moan, and goes, to

me, many, who love they raven after the room. And other death of

unseen his mad, but mine. Arise to be borrowes! Far to deadly

place, scarlet who, of silks my door to their cones of her I am so

fret. Young trimm’d with a romantic rose, thus is in Jean. Dale: but one his

quickering my een wonderful; it is a joy and with rever I

lov’d and for gude enough. On either, Peona! And Thetis palms were river,

the priest ’mong shall be the fruits. For I feel’st a lily leaves of

pestilent shows your chained breather ’fore the bar than whence, upper lifeless gallant

from the brothering of ours? And airy place flushed dust the sublime!

Coming sweet strange matter would wonder to the fawn that, nor happiness

it see barbarous roar were fair glist’ring beyond such a thousand

impulses, and who, of spite inseparate sweeten’d one existened

sea of their chill, I tried cave, Let us complexities!—Saving at

the house instantly can poet’s cot, any spare, at high for lover’d

and pay forever. White feel their brow. The is no prize, thy mither. The

staid with dirt, out a silver looks, fit for them twa. Am all the held,

inuade witch of all these she sillery fear of conquering art, when

street, a rose, for love ask, and airy flower I hae and vain of drooping

such her cheered is so nere, and balme of smallet the sun; thou to myself

music, while were commission, the sun is secret remain’d my teach

thee as silt. Far had been the fair like a mallest will devour’d his names,

I trow that I dwelt whole solemn joy, and the wean was gazed eld annull’d

and giddy Endymion all too. The dullard fit? Her lad, or whom not

thy drowne, insolvent evening loue and died forest-queen’—but many women

if it seraphim as amber; and all the seen or since supreme!

Its load of misery of ambition all thou didst adorn, and the

mountain-river. Meditations, his between his time away intent

round bent. I have let Autumn wealth brightning- time away. One hips, nor withdrew

these, flutes; but in thy fears spent—and sair did them glow, flutter stumps and

the pallid cheeks, half-same wait a shrine so nearer he’s gladly? Of which,

rank sat at every on barren most there, high by might blendently black

cloud thus; when the woman flowers of magic hands at thee into my

breathings, the early those whispering her store of happy may before

me, cherry kame; but fill and thou wast grew the bell away! Grist of sapless,

tracks. And the shall rear’d be. Your palaces, withings to holds divine.

Do what I stars. Lass of blue plumb beat tell the winds to heart. I shall bloudy,

every sway of your after bosom- swell into the sky, then spake.

I’ll be the rose ciuil wars to loss of A Love, and to face flush with price

two entirely; no, I’m differed by on bamboo stones, o’erwhelming

Ocean my tomb the man attic and brimful, and girl! The fair, to break

to breathing the was meridian bow: and no remember place that

other dark the poet’s father fleur-de- lis; because the first, I readed

cursed Circe might upon its in vain as true-love free weep, a close to

hearts their ecstasy compell’d her spake a wren had but to bitter rue.

Blue-bells; and moisturesome, I Stellaes nae love they sighingly-—send

sense, for even at night so fast, there I lo’es me yet shew beyond thine.

Whose he waving breasts, with such as she issue. So dens came: I say? As

I grasp’d him tense—how shall death; thou sing across my head. Where: then dream, then

I was o’ the Sultán how sweet Attar the best with which he can but

mind, than shewe like a fabric crystal bowed by their treat long and probably

gordian snakes. Quite witless all the Body look upon a danger.

With Absence; while every eyes. Eternal whispering haire left me from

he should have is allow, again. The mountains; and summer white. Of kind?

It gave my head, and poisonous calm round his earth any retrieves awful

of a lean again. Nor many clocks, look’d his o’er our live all be

thy bright, when the kitchen beauty, the moonlight. But your huntsman: Breath. Out

the serpenting, gave torments fra kith all stopped ranger is dare the earth

its stare: aye, had he confesse the rushed and unstaineth. All onward weigh

ho, how thing brief, or to some deep, and sair; and satyr kingdom of face!

And he ship! Of heavier stir or both saddles the news rarely doe

darkness in the calm of my life be spread thick, and that shall love. They have

him—for his Neck torturing: yet to him na: at which Amphion’d to me:

such did lake came way incompany. One thou must be so clear rill alone

so curious is wand. His guide, on his light, as I grow; and so

clear and weep: and, sitting full of Empire- sure, or the every of

happin, this Christmas we our weather proofe ship, at once I have soothed. Had

tasted at the mountains to cast upon my heart, and but you new ground

even to their damsels dim, endymion. Of unborn, with gold aboon

the sea-marks from among graced; the lady; they roam? Nor in grow in its

her root; and who, not act, or I no long rose a new world is shot helpe

the soul away; give the whirlwind its fragment listence down by Time will

give those love bright in such who, for its realm, and never gives and behold!

And perfect with no breather joyous he fear, the had owsen, strange godly

compresses from those piteous vassal, bound Apollo’s pipe coming

else—the speed of goddess fair, and doing good your soules who given: I

shure were are not wit importal, white, pleasure- House—who not enough it

leade it undo thy streaming, it must be loss of than garland one and

a silvery enrobe our village into forget than that can death.

Joyous among roses tears where says be red sweet power overs—who

sat light the did tear me plums. Around elephantasies to each on

ev’rywhere, O Latmian persisting out a lily own. Old Eolus

would’ve been border, when your fair-grown apace, could all love life: but I lay

more come to love the middle jimp wi’ him. Of your invective resistless

emerald. Strange gods thy purple could undergrowne, that dear as them.

Yet even now longer this darken’d gilly- flower’s fire, while my soule

friends; I have been and twigs, mighty palace the diamond fingers and Why

do you are to be told! The sun in vain, and too highest in: I am

a woman went up? As made of midnight and twigs, mine of loue; he

shaking, how I catch: she aloud there. Two stealth, had to pleasures—touchwood,

can love immortal, for me tomb. He spak never kissed island wanton

Satyr he brake shadow—being human neighbor know, and hath my head.

Tell me towards are dight into o’er the trouble you find some freezing on

my Muse hills at than all have barren most travel, girded up a seedling

since Frank reiver, therefore that are and blown swell; ’tis naughts thine. But ay

the expectant. Thus sheep: all serpents frae ’boon the said it deny’d—send

he without a disgrace of gentle years my dewy flow, for their

pleasantness; but forth to strange love, foolish stay, to thee more, come, he had a

might and in the pinions darke plaidenheid, but pains imaginary

hed: at whole multitude, and drew to you said, he hard brows later, and

didn’t tell her law, and lie wish’d Claring such beauty hart sae me, became

gaunt, and gain sweets in them, a stone;—felt thou wast was now, and blazing spirit

were—where; of women four-and-twenty and was gone fair goddess with

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and let me frae our lord Gregory! A future sat come a Lot!

#poetry #automatically generated text #Patrick Mooney #Markov chains #Markov chain length: 5 #147 texts #treochair sequence

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gryphonlover · 1 year ago

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😁 I've gotten into the fandom a little more recently so I'm still a bit shy about things but here we go!

Warriors can speak to fairies and Hyrule is half fairy. Hyrule thinks he's being stealthy by saying things in the fairy language but Warriors knows and doesn't say anything because honestly Hyrule deserves to insult people in his native tongue without them knowing.

I've seen a couple of fics with Wild and Sky having seizures and I was thinking that it'd be really dangerous for one of them to have a seizure by themselves, or at least really scary. Especially with all that PTSD, who knows what kind of flashback could be accidentally triggered depending on the situation. So I present to you: seizure alert Twilight. I was thinking about this right before I dozed off, and while it isn't a perfect solution... I think it would help. If he has wolf senses in hylian form, bonus points. I need to see Twilight in a seizure alert dog vest.

I've also been thinking about how Four works. People portray him a couple of different ways, especially in the Linked Universe, but I prefer to stick close to what the manga is like. Like, the eyes changing color thing is cool, but I find it way funnier to give all the colors blue eyes like in the book and game. Anyway, at the end of the book there's this collection of funny little comics about the colors and in one of them they put the Four Sword back and they don't merge together. So why not have them stuck as separate people? Magic artifacts can't be 100% perfect all the time. Besides, I want to see Green get mistaken for Link, and all of them to have their own lives and not cease to exist!

Another Warriors idea is that Warriors is Four's dad. Now, I know this seems a little crazy, but hear me out. Four's parents died in the war when he was young and he was sent to live with his grandfather, who was such an excellent blacksmith that he worked personally for the king and queen. The war ends not too long after and the damage is cleaned up, so by the time Four and baby Zelda are toddlers, the kingdom is safe again. Zelda's mother dies, and at the funeral Zelda meets Four because they're family friends, and they get along smashingly. Cue Minish Cap. After that, Four's grandfather passed away and he lives in the castle with Zelda until the captain of the guard adopts him. The captain of the guard is Warriors, who has been enjoying not living in an active warzone. Of course, then the Four Swords craziness happens, blah blah blah.

I have a handful of ideas that I'm working on and would be more than happy to chat and/or ramble!!

Ramble away, it’s always fun to talk about our ideas! :)

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cloudninetonine · 3 years ago

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SOMEONE ASKED FOR WHAT LANGUAGES I THINK THE BOYS WOULD SPEAK OTHER THAN HYLIAN BUT I FUCKED UP SO I'M DOING IT IN TEXT FORM BECAUSE I DELETED THE ASK. THIS IS GONNA BE A MIX OF READING, SPEAKING AND SIMPLY UNDERSTANDING OTHER LANGUAGES BECAUSE WHY NOT

Time

Fae talk - He grew up around literal fairies of course he's gonna be able to speak with them (I also like to headcanon while everyone can understand fairies and talk with them, the fae have their own kind of language (Which I think every species or cultures does) and only certain people can speak fae language)

Ancient Hylian - I like to think The Great Deku tree and Kokiri spoke Ancient Hylian normally so of course he does (Yes, I think Hylians used to speak a different way, no I won't elaborate it)

Twilight

Ordon - I like to think his province has its own language, so of course he’s gonna be able to speak it. It doesn’t have a wide vocabulary but it’s till his native tongue

Language of the Twilight Realm (Yes I think they also have their own language) - Not a lot, just a little, Midna would mutter stuff in her native tongue and the further they were into their journey the more she would share some of her language with him. He can understand it when he was in his beast form because of the magic tho.

Warriors

Fae Talk - I heard somewhere it was actually canon that he could?? Or at least understand it. I’m not sure how right this, but I also like the of him being able to speak with Fae in their native tongue

Sheikah - Impa used to write battle plan notes in Sheikah unconsciously so he began to learn in hopes he wouldn’t have to keep asking her for translations. It lead to the general to straight up teaching him the language because it was easier (Plus they would chat shit about foreign diplomats who were arseholes to them or super snooty)

He also knows broken phrases from different kingdoms in Hyrule (Zora, Goron, Gerudo, Rito) because Zelda would take him to foreign meetings as a representative and he wanted to be respectful and learn their greetings, pleasantries, etc, etc.

Four

Minish - Do I even need to explain???

Ancient Hylian - Some Minish knew Hylian, but only the older version of it and it prompted him to learn, even if he knew Minish already because they would get super excited when he responded to them as such

Ancient Minish - When he eventually met Elzo again (because he did, you can pry that headcanon out of my cold dead hands) Elzo began to school him about the Minish, I like to think that he introduced him to the language for the sole purpose of just telling him it existed but Four wanted to go the extra mile and learn it to impress his (2nd dad) friend

Wind

Rito Language - After helping them with Valoo, Wind became really close with the Rito in general and he was introduced to their culture and ended up picking up their language along with it. He’s not fluent but he’s better than a lot of people.

Ancient Hylain - While King of Red Lions did most of the translations for him, Red ended up teaching him some in situations where he wouldn’t be able to help, so Wind knows Ancient Hylian as well

Wild

Zora Language - Mipha taught him of course (Rest in Peace you beautiful fish woman) and he’s somehow retained the speech. Just naturally spoke the language while speaking with Dorephan, which had the King very pleased!

Fae talk - He learned it from the Great Fairies!

Ancient Hylian - The Koroks taught him! When he was younger he used to talk to them all the time so they just ended up teaching him! It also was very useful when he was exploring!

Sheikah - Impa taught him! The Sheikah slate, while of course having Hylian, also has Sheikah script so he learned how to read it because why not ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Legend (This guy probably knows fucking every langauge ever 💀)

Ancient Hylian - He’s travelled so much, he learned it to open secret passageways, tombs, read scripter on walls, in texts, the guy is fluent

Lorulean (Yes I think it has it’s own language) - Picked it up while he was travelling, Ravio helped him out a lot too (For a price of course - Legend taught him Hylain in return)

Labrynnaian - Once again, picked it up while travelling

Holodrum and Subrosia languages - Picked it up!

Okay so I could keep going with him so I’m gonna stop here 💀

Hyrule

Fae talk - Was also raised by fairies so of course he knows it

Calatian - In the comic (Non-canon), it says that he’s from a country from Calatian, so, you know

Ancient Hylian - The Triforce allows him to understand, read and speak it so he just knows it

I actually think the triforce allows him to talk, read or understand any language but these are the ones he keeps close to him

Sky

Ancient Hylian - He learned some in school, but learned more while he was on his journey

Goron Language - Gorko didn’t know full translations for Ancient Hylian so Sky taught him some and in return, Gorko taught him Goron Language

Honestly, I see that Sky ended up learning a lot of different languages (Similar to Warriors) because he wanted to learn how to communicate with the other species of Hyrule seeing as they would be living with each other forevermore, so he knows quite a lot but he’s not fluent and it tends to come out a bit broken, or he mixes up words, but he’s most certainly trying

#cloud answers #cloud rambles #linked universe #lu #linked universe imagine

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jonestherobotdog · 2 years ago

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Hey @queensilver @ahrva I, uh, wrote you some angst I saw in my dreams last night.

hope you enjoy lost ritual spells that would be encanted in ancient picori by minish elders who had collected and resonated with the elemental stones

The haunting song of The Lost continued to grow in volume.

Green held his sword horizontally across his chest and began his own chant as if in a trance. Half remembered words from one of Ezlo's bedtime stories danced across his tongue to a tune countering the song of the fallen minish.

"primordial elements empower my heart, with light and life grace my blade. For I of wind and a sundered soul shall lift the wings of my brothers."

Red relaxed, eyes closed and sword held loose in his grip

"I of flame and open heart shall warm the weary and burn those who would harm my friends"

Blue, unsettled by the way his brothers were acting, felt the eldrich gaze of the ritual fall upon him. shivering he grumbled the first words to come to mind

"I of water and temperance, shall balance the ruin with make, unrelenting as the tide, dedication of the river, I carve our paths anew."

Vio had no response to the weight of the nearly complete spell, but the presence forced him to speak.

"I of earth and stone reflect on all I've been, the dead the lost the heart ache, buried six foot deep, but pressure leads to gem stones, forged from stress and bones, hope has become like diamond with redemption a crown of leaves."

the unspeakable force of the ancient spell felt satisfied with his response and turned its attention outward. Green blinked as he woke from the ritual's trance and gazed around confused. the silence of the battlefield was deafening as the ancient being of balance sealed the minish of malice in the twilight as it once had the sages of greed.

#minish angst #ancient picori spells #fours colors #pseudo linked universe #short angst for ahrva

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spirit-tracks · 3 years ago

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Minish Cap little mermaid AU in which Link somehow ends up in the minish realm as a baby and grows up with Ezlo and Vaati in a dimension where no other humans exist.

The human realm, being parallel to the minish realm, is seen through shadows, wispy apparitions of humans walking through the forests like ghosts in the night, and the princess of Hyrule happens to visit this forest a lot.

All growing up, Princess Zelda thinks of Link as her imaginary friend, someone she can disclose all her secrets to when no one at the castle will understand. She can't see him, and he can barely see her, but they can hear each other, like the whisper of wind, and consider each other their closest friends.

On his sixteenth birthday, on the specific day of every 100 years, the two realms connect, but Link is forbidden his only chance to go through by the minish he lives with (particularly Ezlo) as they fear the dangers of the human realm and the inevitable darkness that comes to it. However, Link's adoptive brother Vaati hatches a plan to get the both of them through that portal without anyone ever knowing. And it has to do with a magic cap.

The magic cap is Ezlo's, their mentor and Link's adoptive father. Vaati isn't allowed near it, but Link takes the deal and sneaks it away. With the magic cap, Vaati restores Link's human height and turns himself into a hylian, and they both go through the portal into the human realm! However, in order to ensure Link's silence about their scheme, Vaati takes away Link's voice before abandoning him in the forest, completely lost.

Fortunately he's not alone! Unfortunately, it's his very angry father here with him, who caught them sneaking out and now Vaati turned him into a hat. Yeesh.

Extra fortunately, though, today is one of the days Princess Zelda comes into the woods to talk to her imaginary friend. She stumbles upon Link, a whole forest boy who was raised by mice people and doesn't speak a word, and brings him back to the castle with her. She has her suspicions, could this be her imaginary friend? But he has no voice, so that would be impossible.

Link, however, knows very well who she is, and honestly, he'd already fallen for her quite some time ago.

But he's only got three days before the minish portal closes again. How is he supposed to confess anything to her without a single word on his tongue?

#we could go a step further and make link an actual minish-turned-hylian #but i just. love the idea of ezlo stealing a whole ass human child to adopt. so.#decisions decisions #minish cap #the legend of zelda #loz #mc #zelink #i want to write this okay i want to write it so BADLY but im really bad at commitment so here's a synopsis WHAT DO YOU THINK #wicked.loz #wicked's ayoos

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bokettochild · 3 years ago

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Hi there!

For the one shot requests, could we get Time and Four?

Keep up the awesomeness!

This scenario came to my mind the instant I saw your ask, but it took me a hot second to finish because I had already started another one.

Anyways, here's Time and four bonding and hanging out with a Minish!

(Asks and requests are still open if anyone would like to see something specific!)

Of Minish and Men

A chuckle escaped Time's mouth as he looked down into his bag, his single blue eye meeting the tiny beady ones of the minish hidden inside. It’s a daring move, he must admit, that the little one thinks they can sneak into his things. Are they after the sugar he keeps on hand for fairies? Exploring his items out of genuine curiosity?

There are many reasons for the little people to be interested in his things, but it brings him no end of joy to see how they start when his eyes meet theirs.

He’s not trying to scare them, honest.

“And what are you doing?” He chuckles, low and soft so that his boys won’t hear. Wild is coaching Wind through making dinner with himself and Legend, and the noise of it covers his words, but he can’t be too careful.

The minish squeaks something in return, shuffling it’s tiny feet and looking up at him, apparently embarrassed at being caught.

Maybe sharing a sugar-cube with this little one wouldn’t be so bad.

A cautious glance up reveals that the others are all busy at work, Warriors and Twilight working to darn the sailor’s pitiful socks while the trio making dinner fusses around their pot, laughter and stories bouncing between them as Legend catches the carrot slices Wind keeps throwing at him in his mouth. It’s rather impressive actually, but he’s not going to encourage the smug grin on the Vet’s face (he doesn’t miss the pleasure that appears with every new slice either).

Four and Sky are out gathering wood, and in the meantime, Hyrule has positioned himself at the edge of camp where the smell of strong herbs won’t bother the others as much as the healer prepares salves and ointments for future use on the wounds that the others will inevitably get.

In theory, Time himself was supposed to be helping sort the herbs, but he’d stopped to get a spare jar from his pack before doing so. And now here he sits, a minish guiltily shuffling it’s paws in his pack as he looms over it. He almost feels bad when he reaches out his hand, palm up and fingers flat, only to have the tiny critter start backwards and trip on it’s tail, but when his hand stops the minish only looks up at him in surprise.

“I won’t hurt you.” He murmurs softly. “But you really shouldn’t be in there, you’ll get hurt.”

Tiny paws hesitantly make their way onto his finger tips, cautious black eyes staring up at him for a moment before the minish dubs him safe, crawling up to perch on the palm of his hand, where it reaches into it’s leaf-cloak and produces something.

It’s small, soft pink, and clay, marked with a symbol that his eyes can’t quite make out from the distance he’s at.

“What’s that, little beastie?” There’s a soft squeak as the minish stares up at him, eyes wide and expectant as he cocks him head. “I'm sorry, I don’t understand.”

“Time, I thought you were helping Hyrule?” It appeared that Sky and Four had come back, as the smithy was now walking up to him with a confused expression. “What-” The smithy froze, even as Time looked up from the minish in his hand to meet the teenager’s gaze.

“Is everything alright?”

“What-” Four’s voice hitches as he speaks and he can’t keep from grinning slightly at it. “What are you doing?”

Time looks at Four, he looks back at the minish, and then back at Four. To the world around him, he looks perfectly calm, but in his mind, he’s grinning like a mad man. “Talking to a minish.” He responds easily. “The little one thought it would be a good idea to climb into my bag, but it isn’t safe in there for such a-”

“You can see them?” Four interrupts, voice full of wonder, eyes glittering a warm red that indicates that one of the colors is now fronting, although if he’s to believe the hint of hazel at the edges of the smithy’s gaze, the other colors aren’t far from the front.

It’s hard, so terribly hard, to resist smiling at the smithy, but his boys believe him to be a stoic and mature leader (except Wars, Wars knows), and he’s not about to change that, not if it means he can maintain their respect and thus some semblance of order (even he has his limit for chaos, even if his older brother doesn’t think he does).

“Naturally. They’re creatures of the forest, are they not?”

“Well,” And violet flickers to the forefront, a slight warning that he’s about to receive a quick lesson about the minish. “It’s actually a common misconception that the minish are forest folk, they’re actually native to all of Hyrule, and even some of the lands beyond. Although,” The smithy cocks his head, eyes glinting hazel for a moment before returning to purple as the colors assumedly discuss something. “Your little friend here probably is native to the forests.”

And with those words, the smithy is kneeling down at his side, peering closely at the minish with a gentle smile that somehow produces the opposite effect as his own attempts. The minish beams up at Four with eyes twinkling with joy, a series of soft cheeps and squeaks sounding between the two as they appear to converse. Light giggles shake the smithy’s shoulders, pure and warm, and reminding him of softly pealing bells as Four offers his hand to the minish, who happily climbs aboard, leaving behind the piece of clay in Time’s own fingers.

“He’s a bit young, entirely new to the job.” Four explains. “It's his first time rewarding travelers for good deeds, and he wasn't expecting to get caught.” The smithy looks up at him, eyes warm and brown again as a fond smile pulls at his features. Hylia, Four looks so young like this. “Most adults can’t see them.”

Now that throws him for a loop. “I’m sorry?” He knows he’s frowning down at the smithy, but thankfully Four seems mostly unfazed, if not a bit confused himself. “What?”

“Did you not know?” The smithy cocks a brow, tipping his head to one side as the minish in his hands does the same thing.

“You two okay over there?” Warriors calls out, and all three of them turn to look at where the Captain sits, sock in hand and needle still poised as he stares over at them.

“All good, captain.” Time assures, and while neither Wars nor the Pup look like they fully believe it (or maybe they’re just curious) they both nod and return to what they were doing. (Time notes with appreciation and pride that Twilight has carefully turned his ears away from them, effectively preventing himself from listening in to their conversation.

He turns back to Four, brows furrowed as he looks down at the minish in Four’s hands. “Why do you say that?”

Four blinks at him, confusion apparent on his features for a moment before recognition dawns. “They say only those with the heart of a child can see the minish, most people stop seeing them around ten or thirteen, although Wind still can,” The smithy smiles fondly towards where their sailor is helping the champion cut turnips, hands carefully guided under Wild’s careful eyes as the sailor bites his tongue with effort. “I’m not really surprised about that though, I’m glad he still can.”

“He deserves a little innocence.” Time agrees, eyes trailing down to the mouse like creature in Four’s hands, mulling over the smithy’s words.

’Only those with the heart of a child can see the minish’. Four had said.

A smile breaks over his face. “Ah.”

“What?” Four’s gaze is all the colors at once, each clear in tehri own right as the separate parts of the smithy all look to him for an answer.

“I think I understand.”

“How?” Violet springs to life in the smithy’s gaze, pushing the other colors back with an eagerness that Time’s grown used to when Four learns something new. “How can you see them.”

Time smirks, mischief singing in his veins as he tucks the charm the minish gave him into his bag and grabs the spare bottles he had come for. Not a word escaped him as he stands, gazing pointedly at Four, and moves over to where Sky is now kneeling at Hyrule’s side and helping him to prepare an ointment.

“Time? How?” Four calls out, but Time doesn’t answer.

He’s got to keep up that mystical façade somehow after all, and if it satisfies the mischievous child’s heart inside him, well, all the better.

#linked universe #linkeduniverse #lu time #lu four #minish #picori #bonding Time #father time #time is a gremlin #Time is a child at heart #change my mind #Time knows about the colors #heroineoftwilight my beloved #fluffics #fanfic asks #fic recs #one shot request #linked universe fic requests

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bosmermage · 3 years ago

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Whumptober Day 6

Touch and Go (Bruises, Touch Starved) Characters: Green, Blue, Grandpa Smith, Vio

But they didn't notice. Well. That was a lie. Blue noticed. But Blue noticed everything.

They should have known something was wrong when the bruises started to appear. They littered up and down his arms and legs like freckles, peeking out in the evenings from under his nightgown. But, after all, he had been training harder and a few extra bruises were hardly anything to pay any mind to.

They should have known something was wrong when his tunics seemed to get a little snug and then suddenly too loose again. He was so busy though, always running around. Everyone brushed it off as a natural consequence of being a knight. He'd surely gain it all back on his summer break, right?

They should have known something was wrong when, on quiet nights when everyone else slept soundly, they would find him in the morning curled around his pillow like a life line.

But they didn't notice. Well. That was a lie. Blue noticed. But Blue noticed everything. He noticed how Red would get careless with the cooking fire on rough weeks, always seeming to be nursing some sort of burn. He noticed how Vio's eye bags were slowly creeping across his face, and his hair was becoming unkempt and long from his many study sessions littered through the week.

He noticed how Red had become so close with the princess, and how his hair had begun to shift to match hers and how he spent more and more time at the palace. How excited the king was to have a son. He noticed how Link's father doted on him for things he didn't think were all that impressive, with the air of expectation that he should eventually “come home” from Grandpa's house. He noticed how Vio withdrew from society, preferring the company of the minish, eventually even retreating so far that the only time he saw the others was for weekends.

Not that Grandpa seemed to mind too much. He noticed too.

He noticed how Link's father hardly ever spared a second glance to Green. And he noticed how Green put everything he had into his facade of normality and cheerfulness and left nothing over for himself. And he noticed how Green really didn't seem to spend much time with anyone, always busy, or kept home with studies. Hollow eyed and doll-like when he did move his ass to hang out. Always preforming perfection.

And it frustrated him.

The strain on their friendship was intense, they were constantly snipping at each other. Well, Blue had started it but he sure as hell wasn't going to finish it. Green, patently (stupidly), refused to ask for help. He wouldn't bend his dumb-ass pride for a single second to reach out or even just vocalize that there was anything wrong to begin with. It had been hard for Blue too but you didn't see him moping about it! So if he wanted to be a big baby about whatever the fuck was making him so unhappy than that was fine by Blue. He was too busy dealing with his own shit to play mind reading games with the miserable crew.

Of course, it did all eventually come to a head. It came to a head on a mid-july day when he came home to find Green curled up in bed, clutching at his pillow with his face buried in it like it was his girlfriend or something.

“Hey would you quit that it's gross,” Blue stuck his tongue out at the dozing figure. Green mumbled into the pillow in response and Blue rolled his eyes.

“I said cut it out geeze Green,” Blue snatched the pillow away and Green contracted into himself.

“Hey, give that back, I was trying to take a nap,” Green reached up pitifully and Blue held the pillow away.

“Why do you even do that Green, it's fucking nasty, why not just go get a plushie like a normal person?”

“Shut up Blue it's none of your business.” Green pouted at him “And anyways that's mine so give it back already.” Finally Green got up to his feet.

“What's the big deal anyways? Huh? It's just a stupid pillow, you have two of em.”

“Just leave me alone! What have I ever done to you??” Green swiped for the pillow again and Blue rolled his eyes at the display.

“Stop being such a baby!”

“If it's just a pillow then why not leave it be?” Vio's voice cut in from the doorway, heartless as ever. Blue didn't have to turn around to know that the stupid prick was glaring at him with his little hypocritical holier than thou act plastered all over his face.

“Shut the fuck up Vio like you know so much about precious things.” Blue barely got the words out before Green was stomping on his foot. He let out a yelp and dropped the pillow that was promptly snatched up by the other colour. He noticed the tears threatening to spill down his face, and the way he shook while he clutched the dumb fucking pillow to his chest.

“Okay, what the fuck ever,” Blue threw his hands up and stalked out of the room, determined to go do something, anything, else to get his mind off it.

“Hey, are you okay Greenie?” Vio's voice was soft and even as he came closer, very practiced, and Green nodded through the panic welling up in his chest, winding him like a spring.

“I'm fine, I just, I want to sleep,” Green sighed, and Vio searched him with his gaze. He hated how perceptive their violet counterpart was at times. He knew he shouldn't be standing there lying like a hypocrite, and he knew Vio knew, but if Vio kept standing there the panic was going to bubble out into the world and then he would have to pick up the pieces.

Vio, blessedly, nodded, moving out of the room and Green let out a shaking sigh as the tears began to pour out of his eyes, in pain, and embarrassment at the way Blue had dragged his childishness out of him like that. He curled back into his bed, pulling the cover up over his head and letting the tears flow freely. He hated how pathetic he felt, how poor of a substitute his pillow was for a real hug. But it'd have to do, after all it's not like any of the others wanted to hug him, and why would they? He was the most boring colour after all. The ugliest. The others were like flowers and he was like dirt. Something necessary sure, but plain, only begrudgingly accepted. Never anyone's first choice. He was glad he couldn't hear yelling, he didn't want to have to drag himself out of bed to break up yet another disagreement gone nasty between the two others.

He didn't hear Grandpa enter the room and when the man sat on his bedside he jumped so hard he smacked into the bottom of Blue's bunk, flinging himself back and hissing in pain as he settled into a crouch, ready to pounce. What a sight he must have been, squinting through the pain, tears dripping down his cheeks, hissing like a frightened animal at his own grandfather. He blinked through the remaining tears and settled down on his knees, ears drooping shamefully at his shoulders.

“Hey there sweet-pea, I didn't mean to frighten you,” the words stained Green's cheeks a burning shade of red and he nodded into his lap, mortified, But Grandpa's face settled into a mask of gentle determination. Grandpa snapped his fingers and Green refocused on his hands, brought out of the downward spiral of his mood by the action/

“Vio told me you and Blue had a fight. Do you want to tell me your side of it?” Grandpa's sign was gentle and soothing, but it still sent a spike of fear through Green's stomach. He nodded dutifully, and took a deep breath to steady his shot nerves back into alignment.

��I was trying to take a nap since it's my day off and then Blue came in to pick a fight, and I.. he got me riled up cause he stole my pillow and wouldn't give it back. I know it was childish but I got angry at him and made him give it back. I'll go apologize.” Green's eyes flicked down, sign nearly as frantic as the sound of his own heartbeat in his ears. Grandpa's hands stilled his own and his world narrowed down to the point of contact, he had to bite back the tears again when he pulled away to speak.

“Green, I'm glad you're being mature about this, but I'm not upset with you for being “childish”. You're still a kid, remember? I just want to help you two work it out,” Grandpa scootched closer and Green paused.

“Honestly? I usually forget,” the words slipping between his fingers like a gust of wind before he could stop them, eyes going wide with shock enough to match the sorrow that glinted in Grandpa's eyes. “I mean, it's just. I'm expected to be the Hero and keep everyone working together all the time and be the leader and be mature and just deal with it and not let anyone see weakness. It's just, it's hard to not work like that all the time.” His foot was already in his mouth, might as well get it off his chest. He sighed again, shoulders rising up to his ears.

“I'm sorry, it's just really hard and I don't want to let anyone down,” he was wiping away tears again. All he really wanted was a hug.

Grandpa shifted closer again and Green fought down the urge to collapse into his chest, “Oh sweet pea why would you think that?”

“It's just, everyone else gets to fall down and need help, and drop out and leave the public eye and be themselves. But I have the same favourite colour as Link so everyone expects me to be him and act like him and be the hero and be the leader. I don't want to ask the others for help 'cause I'm the one they all come to when they need help, and, I don't want to ask father 'cause he always looks so sad when he sees me, and I don't want to ask anyone else 'cause I don't want to burden them when they all have so much on their plates already and I don't want to be selfish but I don't know what to do anymore.” Green rambled on as everything he'd been damming back flooded out. Grandpa brushed the bangs out of his tears gently before pulling him into a hug. Green melted into the contact, dripping tears turning into desperate sobs as he clung to his grandfather's forge-warm tunic.

Eventually, after his tears had dried out, Grandpa pressed a kiss to the top of Green's head, making him promise to come and ask for help when he needed it before tucking him back into bed. He was dozing in moments, and he'd nearly drifted off when he heard a quiet knocking at his door.

“Hey Green,” Blue's voice was much quieter than it usually was and Green looked over balefully swallowing the urge to ask if he came to steal his blanket this time too.

“Um, I'm sorry, about earlier. I didn't want to hurt you, I just got really frustrated cause I could see there was something wrong and I didn't know how to get you to talk about it, and I know that's not an excuse for being mean,” Blue was nearly mumbling into his boots, but Green could hear the hurt in his voice.

Green considered him for a moment before scooting back up from bed and launching himself into Blue's unsuspecting arms.

“It's ok, I forgive you,” He mumbled into the hug and Blue's startled laughter, before the air was crushed out of him when Blue returned the favour, lifting him up off his feet with the force. He'd never felt better. Okay maybe he had, he winced with a yelp when Blue caught a particularly nasty bruise on his side, cursing the wooden sword that had given it to him.

“I'm proud of you,” Green's feet hit the floor to the sight of his Grandpa beaming in from the door, “both of you,”

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minart-was-taken · 4 years ago

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Sort of continuation of this, but it also does stand on it’s own!

Title: A small problem Characters: Ravio, Wind, Minish and Legend Includes threats of violence “Tags:” First meetings - No-one is sure what they’re doing but that’s ok - Zelda shows up!

Enjoy!

Ravio was speechless, a little scared, but most powerfully: mesmerized. Two kids, clearly younger than him and both with bright blond locks that rivaled the sun, were engaged in combat.

Although fists were flying, neither had landed a single hit. When the older one, who he had dubbed Mr. Sailor, threw a hit, the younger one, Mr. Small, would live up to his nickname and shrink to a very small size.

He’d then unshrink, throw a hit himself, and miss as the other pulled quite the leap to get away.

Ravio was simply waiting for one of them to land a hit, and for the situation to escalate badly, as he was too afraid to intervene.

Another crack followed then, they were starting to give Ravio a headache.

From it appeared a pink haired boy, tallest of the people present. He blinked in surprise, glancing around.

His appearance seemed to distract the coat wearing boy, who ended up getting decked in the face and fell over shouting “SHIT!” very loudly.

“Oh my.” Signed the newest arrival, looking at the situation before him with wide eyes. “Am I interrupting something?”

“I’m glad you are.” Ravio responded, walking over to the seemingly sane one, although staying from stabbing range just in case. “I’ve been trying to get these two to stop fighting for ages!”

“No you haven’t!” Grumbled the kid slowly getting himself back from the ground, while the smaller one stood smugly nearby.

“Do I look like someone who could stop a fist fight with force?” Ravio pointed out. “Neither of you listened to reason, so I simply was waiting for an opening.”

“An opening for what?”

He hadn’t had a proper plan. “Why would I tell that? You might fight again and I don’t want you to know what to expect.” However they did not have to know about that.

“Why were they fighting?” the pink one asked.

“He started it.” Coat boy complained.

“Ah. Uhm.” Ravio scratched the back of his head: “From what I could tell, I was simply talking to Mr. Sailor here, then the small one appeared from the bushes and kicked him in the back of the knee.”

“But why?”

“I’m not quite sure.” Ravio confessed.

The stranger tilted his head, confused, before turning to look at the small smug one. “Could you tell us now?”

The very small one scoffed, but signaled for them to follow.

They were in the yard of a small house, and near the window was a little patch of what looked more like weeds than anything else. The kid pointed at one of the weeds that had been very slightly stood upon.

The pink haired one understood, his fist meeting his palm in understanding. “It’s not nice to trample on other people’s plants, Mr. Sailor.”

Coat boy crossed his arms. “I didn’t do it on purpose. I just appeared right there! I would’ve moved if I knew I was standing on a plant.”

“It’s just a big misunderstanding then.” The pink one nodded, kneeling down to be the smallest one’s height. “Next time try to tell him to move before kicking him, okay?”

Mr. Small looked unimpressed, but nodded.

Ravio was just confused as to why anyone would care about such an useless patch of plants. The only valuable thing lost here was a possible alliance between the two small ones.

Kids, oh so dumb. Ravio smiled to himself.

“When you said you appeared-” the Pink one spoke again, standing up and turning to the sailor. “Was it like how I did?”

Mr. Sailor nodded. “Yeah. One moment I was just hammering some nails and suddenly I’m here. Being kicked in the back of my knee. By the smallest bokoblin I’ve ever seen.”

The small one raised a fist, but the pink one grabbed it mid air, and held it still. The small one seemed shocked that someone could- Or more likely- Would try and stop him.

“Oh sorry, I meant rat.” Said the sailor, sticking his tongue out.

“Please stop antagonizing the small child with a sword.” Ravio said in a hushed voice.

The small one was too entranced by having been stopped to care, simply staring at the pink one with wide eyes.

“Huh. What a strange situation.” The pink one continued, ignoring the general chaos. “Well, I suppose if we’re all in it, we should get to know one another. My name is Link. Spelt L-I-N-K”

The smallest one pointed at himself, all the while Mr. Sailor gasped: “Wait- That’s my name too.”

Ravio felt himself tense up a bit, what he had been suspecting was indeed going on, wasn’t it?

The house that looked eerily like the one Link lived in, then there was the clear fact he was in Hyrule, and that there were people who looked eerily like Link but weren’t him…

Oh great goddess of lorule, take him back home please. This is not ideal.

“Hm…” The pink one pondered. “This seems like it’d mean something significant.”

You think? Ravio raised a brow, before shaking off the questioning look to smile politely like a good salesman. “Link isn’t the most common name, so I have to agree.”

He walked closer to the pink one, mostly certain he wouldn’t stab him. With a hand on his back, he continued. “The only Link I know of is the legendary hero of hyrule! It’d be ridiculous for him to be here, though, wouldn’t it?”

“I am he.” Mr. Sailor said.

The tall one blinked at that. “But.. So am I?”

The smallest one dug through his pockets, and pulled out a small note, handing it to Ravio.

Ravio read it out loud to everyone: “Link is the hero of Hyrule, and is allowed to do what he sees fit in order to keep the country safe. Signed, Princess Zelda.”

“...We can’t all be heroes of Hyrule.” Mr. Sailor complained. “And I know for one that I’m not lying, so.”

“There isn’t just one, though.” Ravio spoke up. “Legends speak of a hero in green who appeared centuries ago, perhaps he too had someone before him, and there was someone after.”

“Centuries, though.” Mr. Sailor pointed out, “Do I look a hundred years old to you?”

The smallest one nodded, but Ravio shook his head.

“I’ve heard of stranger things than time travel, in these lands.” Ravio stated.

“I suppose it is a plausible theory.” The pink one pondered, hand on chin. “I know I’m not lying either.”

“And the small one has a letter from the princess.”

“It could be forged.” The sailor pointed out.

Ravio wanted to point out he could tell a forgery from the real thing pretty easily, and had seen enough of Hilda’s writing to know how the royal family conducts it’s deeds. However, that’d make him seem kind of suspicious. “We could go and find out?” Ravio decided to ask instead.

“How?”

“This is clearly the small one’s home, if these are his plants. So this is his Hyrule.” Ravio explained. “Let’s go to the castle, and if the kid is allowed in, it means it’s not forged.”

“I suppose that’s a fair plan.” The pink replied. “And since neither of us are apparently lying, if the letter is real, then- Er, what’s your name?”

“I’m Ravio.” He responded, “The greatest merchant around.”

“Okay- It’s nice to meet you.” The pink one smiled. “Then if all of us are Link like we claim, Ravio’s theory was right.”

“Or some form of it.” Ravio specified.

The pink one nodded. “Very well, little one, could you take us to the castle?”

The smallest one pouted, but began leading the way.

“Holy fuck!” The sailor gasped, looking at the castle once it appeared in the horizon, standing tall yet- A little smaller than Ravio had expected.

The smallest one grinned smugly, walking at a pace more akin to jogging to stay in front of the taller people.

“It’s quite small.” The pink one commented.

“I do agree.” Ravio nodded. “The one I’ve seen is certainly larger.”

“It looks funny.” The pink one smiled, maybe even a little smug.

Ravio took note of it, but did not comment on it.

“So.” The pink one continued. “Your name is Ravio?”

“Like I said, yes.” He nodded. “Are you interested in my wares? I don’t have much on me due to the sudden departure but-”

“Not Link.” He stopped Ravio. “Yet you look a tad like us.”

Ravio blinked, breathing hitched. He missed his hood, but he had been in lorule- He doesn’t need that in Lorule! In Lorule he’s one of a kind!

“I suppose destiny can have a bit of a slip up here and there?” Ravio suggested. Sorry Link, he’d have to steal your identity for a bit here. “I assure you, however, just because I cannot wield a blade does not make me completely useless.”

The pink one simply kept smiling. “Very well, then.”

He hadn’t bought it, had he? Ravio yelled internally, but tried to keep the relaxed facade up.

The castle town was very cute, the sailor looking around with wide eyes, looking like he was taking many internal notes.

What caught Ravio’s eye however, happened a bit later. The smallest showed the letter to a guard by the castle gates, the guard simply sighed, said: “Follow me,” and started walking further into the castle grounds.

“That’s a lot to process.” The pink one spoke again. Ravio had to agree.

They were led to a room to wait- A waiting room, you could say- For the princess to get ready for guests. It matched all the Hyrule castles Ravio had seen, that being one. Stone brick all about, a polished but a little cold interior, with the triforce ever present in all decor.

There were paintings present as well. They seemed to capture the curiosity of all visitors, much to the delight of the smallest one’s ego.

Ravio focused at first on one depicting the princess, she looked similar to the Zelda of the Hyrule he knew, but clearly another person entirely.

He then chose to take a look at the others in their impromptu party, and found the pink one standing under a portrait of what was likely another hero of courage, this one standing tall with a flowing white cape, and a small red bird on his shoulder.

The sight awakened a memory in Ravio, and he found himself suddenly plunged into a mystery.

There was a mural in his Link’s hyrule castle, one depicting the hero prior to him. Zelda had joked to him and Hilda about how she had read the hero actually had pink hair, but the artists took creative liberties and made it dark blond instead.

This couldn’t be the man who sealed Ganon away, was it? Certainly there had been more than one pink haired Link.

Then again, they seemed to be in a situation which included traveling through space and time. Guess that might as well be a detail.

A guard soon showed up, expressing that the princess was ready.

They headed to the throne room. It was bold, large and voices echoed within it. The large windows made it feel slightly less like a scary space, but it did still make him grow a bit uneasy.

In Front of the aforementioned throne, stood the princess, with a bright but curious smile.

“Link, I didn’t know you had made friends!”

The small one tried to hide in his cape, but was unsuccessful.

“It’s very nice to meet you all.” Zelda smiled brightly, as the boys bowed. Ravio hadn’t been sure if that was to be expected, but the smallest one did have a blade and seemed to be satisfied with them bowing, so perhaps it was a good choice.

The pink one took charge soon after, explaining the predicament they found themselves in. Or at least, theorized they did.

“Oh my.” Zelda gasped. “The hero’s spirit will reincarnate this much?! That’s quite saddening.”

“Has the legend of the hero not existed for long here?” The pink one asked.

“We only know of one before Link here.” Zelda explained. “The hero who arrived from the skies to seal away the great evil, so that humanity could return to the lands below.” She said, clearly quoting something.

“...I guess the seal didn’t last.” Zelda added sadly.

The small one rushed over to her, and offered his hand to her. She took hold of it, and smiled with thankfulness in her eyes at the kid.

“Well, if any of you are like Link here, Hyrule is in good hands.” She smiled again. “I wish I could help more though. I’m not sure at all what could be going on, or what to do about it.”

“Do you have time travel items, or something? Getting home would be nice.” The sailor asked.

“I can ask for research on the topic to be conducted.” Zelda nodded. “Until then, you may stay at the castle, if you’d like.”

“Thank you very much, your highness.” The pink- Okay, he needed a nickname, Ravio decided. Whether he was the legendary hero or not, calling him Mr. Legend should help butter the guy up for possible sales, anyway.

With that, they were led to a guest room. Ravio was both deeply glad they hadn’t been paired up, as every pairing seemed like a bad idea, but was also absolutely terrified of sharing a room with three swordsmen he barely knew. They were also given instructions on how to get to both the castle library and the town’s library. Information which Ravio decided to make use of the next day.

It was fine really, and the beds were very comfortable! It seemed the spirit of the hero made them all sleepy as hell, as well. So getting stabbed seemed unlikely. However one thing still kept Ravio up that night.

“Bunnies, dark hair…” Mr. Legend had signed to him, when it was just the two of them, the sun having started to settle for the night “It reminds me of a place.”

“Oh, heh. A place, huh?” Ravio chuckled nervously. He didn’t like being put on the spot without a plan.

“It was a dreadful place.” Mr. Legend stated. “I hope you’re not related to it in some way.”

“I sure hope so too?” Ravio stumbled to find the words:“It sounds much worse than Hyrule. Love this place, the grass is very green. Smells great.”

“I hope so too.” Mr. Legend smiled, a strange dead look in his eyes. “I don’t want to take another life.”

Then he just started talking about how he liked apples.

So, it would’ve been stranger if Ravio wasn’t having trouble sleeping!

Oh, goddesses above, help him.

#The Legend of Zelda #Loz #Ravio #Legend #Minish #Wind #Minish Cap #Zelda #Linkverse

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abizarreyodelingincident · 4 years ago

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Our Nightly Confidant 5

Four steps in my shoes

Four feels strongly.

In general, as a rule, but also in this specific situation, where sweat sticks his hair to his forehead and the pegasus boots chaff from constant overuse. From the slight burn of his arm muscles that nonetheless keep swinging the Four Sword.

Amazingly, the emotion at the forefront of his mind cannot be easily and neatly assigned to one facet of him. Annoyance isn't exclusive to any one side of him, quite the contrary. And the 'you can go die!' disdain is a taaaaad too specific as well.

White paws sweep at him and barely miss the top of his head. Would have hit Ezlo, if this had been his first adventure. The pang of nostalgia doesn't help his focus much.

Small bursts of magic and swings of his boomerang sting enough to keep his enemy on the backfoot. Behind him, a few roots twist enough for an opening beneath the trunk. If he can just...

The paw slams inches away from where he was standing a second earlier.

Urgh. It had to happen after they marched all day in search of civilization, didn't it?

Well, nothing to it, Four adjusts his sword and glares back at the slitted eyes trailed on him.

Which is when the loudest, most thunderous bark he ever heard rips the air in half and hammers in his eardrums. The white monster (cat) yowls in fright, fur straight up in horror, back arched, and it sprints right up a tree.

Wolfie is a familiar sight, and a welcome one at that.

But some instinctive part of him that is more Minish than Hylian can't help grip the Four Sword tighter. From this perspective, Wolfie has more in common with Wild's divine beasts than a regular animal. His claws look about as tall as Four himself. And at the moment, the wolf is displaying a mouth full of fangs that promise a painful death.

He doesn't blame the cat for scampering. He's seen what those fangs can do to a throat. Or a wrist. Or an ankle. Not, really, he thinks the cat shows great wisdom in getting the hell out of Wolfie's range.

But, because he is a Hero of Courage, he flips the sword in his hands, sheathes it and waves his arms.

“Twilight!”

The shift is instantaneous, and a little amazing to witness. The ears perk up, the posture straightens from its crouch, the teeth all disappear behind the black lips. It's a flip of Pacci's cane, a turn on a rupee, and there's the big beast their group loves.

“You okay there, Smithy?” Twilight asked, sniffing him for signs of injuries.

It's strange, hearing Twilight's voice coming through the sort of mental-bond-language of the Minish. Useful though. He's not certain he currently possesses the patience for some games of charades with a wolf.

“No injuries.” He puts a hand on the damp nose even as a burst of hot air washes over him. “Just a bit out of breath.”

“Right.”

It's not a doubtful tone, but there's some Time-patented exasperation in there.

“I would have been fine, you know?” says the part of Four that is a bit younger. “I dealt with lots of monsters even at this size.”

(Not Wolfie size though, that he thinks might be beyond him when shrunk.)

The flat look he receives makes him want to squirm.

He's too controlled for that.

“Yes, yes, I know.” He waves off the implied question. “I thought the innkeeper's cat was still inside.”

“He was. But after he mewled a bit, his owner let him out. And when I didn't see you... I had a feeling.”

Four wants to hit his head against a tree. Animals always were more aware of the scent of Minish magic. Many eyed him curiously when he walked through town. He should have known the cat would want to stalk after him. Probably thinking he knew where a village was hidden. He's going to have internal arguments about this all night.

“Cats are all bastards.”

To Four's amazement, Twilight's tail curls between his legs, his ears drooping. He rather looks more the guilty dog part than the majestic beast he insists he is.

“... But they're so cuddly.”

“When you're bigger than them, maybe,” Four deadpans. “Sneaky little shits.”

Twilight's whine is absolutely ridiculous and enough to make him snicker.

“Fine, fine. I'm not deaf, I hear what they say. Not as bad as cuccos, though.” Twilight's gaze wanders off to a faraway place. “Nothing is as bad as those psychotic birds.”

They lose a moment reliving their trauma over the feathered fiends.

Twilight shakes it off first. He lies down, his body like a hill of dark fur before Four, and hints at his back. Any protest Four might have had before dies in the face of his aching legs. He can fight off monsters at this size, but it's unreasonably more complicated. And he is not in the mood to stab spiders in the face tonight.

The fur is silky under his fingers, which is comforting but also a bit of a pain. Climbing means parting the coat of dark hairs and finding grip against skin. Sometimes, the body under him flinches or trembles, like Twilight is fighting off the urge to roll over. Four imagines it's quite similar to tickling. So he hurries up and makes his way up to the top of Twilight's head. Between the ears and roughly around the markings on his forehead.

Satisfied, Twilight stands, and the whole world blurs like he's still using his pegasus boots. A few more steps are needed before Four's body adjusts to the speed, and then he can relax. Twilight's safe.

And, he notes, not heading straight for the inn.

“We noticed the looks, you know,” Twilight says, because he's one of those busybodies that can't help mother cucco everyone around him till they are 'right as rain over a spring'.

“So?” he replies, even, practiced.

(Zelda had questions, at first, then orders that were swiftly obeyed, when in her sight. He hasn't told her that yet.)

“... How many of them do that?”

Do what? He wants to ask. The inn's owner had been quite polite, very careful in avoiding certain words around Four. Indeed so careful that Four could feel their syllables get more and more defined by the innkeeper's silence.

“Whisper?” he settles for. “A few. I'm weird, I know. Shorter than some kids, but can lift a hammer to forge. Own my business outside Castle Town, only shows up for groceries, talks to myself sometimes and stares at empty spots on shelves. I don't know, I suppose they expected me to apprentice beforehand, but there was a kingdom to save and what did that matter then?”

He punches the ground next to him before remembering too late it is Twilight's head.

The growl doesn't last. But the first few words he says are a bit more bitten out than the tone implies.

“There's a kid in my village. Younger than you. Couldn't lose the baby fat in his face for the longest time.” Twilight snorts, and his tail wags a bit. “And he's smart, really smart, a lot more mature than his older brother too.”

Four has a feeling that's partially due to the older brother's personality, but holds his tongue.

“People whispered behind his back. 'That boy is so creepy.'”

“Fey-touched,” Four says before he can hold back the red in him.

That one hurt. He's picked up habits from the Minish, he's aware. Little things like leaving keystones lying around for other kids or tiptoeing minish rings in the grass. But for those differences to matter so much, he hadn't expected until the first time the words had been floating around him.

“Ah,” Twilight says, followed by a whole lot of nothing.

Crickets around them sing. He can almost see some Minish putting a collar on the bugs to bring them home for a concert. Moving from behind stalks of grass, praying to the moon and the goddesses.

Then, Twilight says: “That takes me back.”

Four stumbles through the fur, his hands grasping on some new strands, but he can't tell if his unbalance is due a jolt in their steps or to the enormity of the idea. Twilight, the stereotypical rancher, seen as an outsider?

He tries, but all his brain conjures up is a much shorter version of Twilight dragging goats by the horns. That and dancing (badly) to the melody of a grass whistle.

Even from his spot atop Twilight's head, the eye roll is obvious despite being out of sight. “The only Hylian in a village of Humans?” he drawls. “Found as a toddler lost in the woods? Hardly able to speak for a while?”

Oh, Four thinks, that'd do it.

“They don't have the right to say that to you,” Twilight growls. “You're their hero.”

He could bask in the warmth. Lets himself lie down on Twilight and forget all about the events of tonight.

Curiosity wins, or well, violet does. “What did you do?”

“Nothing special? Just stayed the same and let them talk.”

Four's eyes bug out. “That's it? Nothing? How does that change anything?”

“When you're you, Four... When you're a good person regardless of rumors and whispers... Idiots don't stop talking, but the ones that are worth it stop listening.” A wolfish grin breaks out on Twilight's face. “Besides, you should have seen their black eyes after Rusl heard them say it to my face. After that... well, they could have called me the King of Evil and it wouldn't have mattered. Knowing you got someone in your corner's better than hollow praise from idiots.”

Four blushes.

He forgot for a bit, and he'll apologize to Zelda when he sees her, but it's true. Whenever he recalls that moment, the guard's words aren't ever the same. The phrasing lost all its power, outshone by the impassioned defense and the sheer anger wielded by his friend.

His back straightens. And he allows himself some childish pride in having the Princess of Hyrule in his corner. What do they have to beat that?

Twilight rumbles a laugh. “So... yeah, ignore them. Put them in their place if you want, the goddesses know you have the strength to do it, but that won't change their minds about anything. If you want some peace of mind, discard the idiots.”

Companionable silence falls between them. Four doesn't feel the need to speak after that bit of reassurance. They circle the woods, avoiding Hylians late on the road and monsters alike. Twilight's seemingly content just taking him on a ride, and Four's loath to admit he wants the moment to last a little longer.

They're not too far back from their starting point when he decides to ask: “About that kid?”

“Malo?”

“Yeah, him, how does he deal with it?”

Twilight does not answer right away. He first jumps over some large, gnarled roots and growls at a fox that seemed a bit too curious about the smell of Minish magic. Four's grateful for the time to calm his pounding heart.

“Well, Malo just stares at them until they get uncomfortable. Then he asks them what they're looking for. It never seems to affect him too much.” – discomfort hits at that, and Four can't tell why – “But, well, it also happened in front of me, you know? And I take after my Pa. So I might have knocked a couple of heads together in Casle Town. Followed by a strong talking to. Not that Malo appreciated that I ran off some of his customers.” A sigh. “That kid, I swear.”

Four grimaces. That type of 'customers'. Will think they bless his forge with their presence, praise him to all ends, then turn around and whisper. “I'm sure he's grateful inside.”

“Eh, I hope so, but it's his call in the end. Can't live his life for him.” Some muscles roll, and Four gets the impression of a shrug. “Speaking of, what do you want to do, Smithy?”

The question takes him by surprise, and it's silly that he didn't expect it.

He knows that Twilight would spend the night outside with him if he asks. They're no strangers to outdoor camping and the woods of his era are less dangerous than most. Wolfie would intimidate most if not all the creatures that live inside it.

But it would be illogical to sleep in the woods when they have more than enough rupees to pay for some rooms in a local inn.

Four is reasonable. It's one of his trademarks as a Hero. Mature for his age. Calm. Collected. It's how he's taken seriously as an adventurer. Why would he shatter an illusion that useful? Over some mild ostracization?

'Serve it cold,' says one quarter of him.

Another sides with Twilight. Their big brother made a good point. They couldn't be bothered by every single ungrateful person out there. They'd always exist, so let them stew in jealousy and paranoia and fear. He has the favor of the Princess, his best friend. What does he need anger for against a countryside shop owner?

But, the blue in him counters with an hammer-like argument: 'No, the best revenge is both.'

The others would be a little mad, he thinks. A little.

He's usually mature enough not to get in trouble. He's due for some insanity and explosions. Wild would back him up here. And it might be his voice in his head that pushes the words out of his mouth.

“So, not that I haven't listened to a word you said, but, hypothetically, if I needed help knocking heads together...”

“How many heads? Wars mentioned an interesting technique he learned from his sparring with some Sheikah general the other night. Though, if you'd rather, I can say, without boasting, that a lot of grown men weep at this form. It's embarrassing for everyone, I tell you.”

Four snorts, struck by mischief. “We're going to need to find a stump. I might have a plan.”

Yes, Four contemplates, the glint of wolf fangs under the moonlight is just as terrifying as he figured it would be. He can't wait.

***

Legend is silently debating with Sky over the right to punch the innkeeper in the face. It's a fierce debate communicated entirely through raised eyebrows, scrunched up nose, muted snarls and meaningful looks.

The others' patience is steadily fraying at the edges. It's especially noticeable with their youngest. There are fireworks going off on Wind's face. The knife cutting his slab of meat to pieces steadily stabs into it every time the innkeeper's mouth opens.

“And where are you fine young men traveling to?” he says with a customer pleaser smile.

'Fine young men'. Ah! There's a thing he didn't say about Four. The fucking nerves of this man.

“Far,” Time replies, his tone even, but his expression thoroughly unimpressed.

“Ah, yes, of course...” the innkeeper says agreeably. “You, huh, you'll be going with the, ahem, with the boy, I imagine?”

How dare he sound hopeful? And 'boy'?! This man's livelihood is owed to the smithy! And he doesn't even have the excuse of mind control!

A hint of shame tickles the back of his mind, when he had first heard the innkeeper talking. He had sounded nothing like the ones from his era, who sometimes refused him entry outright on the basis of old and false accusations.

This current attitude was, technically speaking, a strict improvement over that.

But does the man have to come alive and become so at ease serving them food whilst the Hero of this land take a walk outside? Alone, at night?

Legend grunts into his mug. The rancher left after the smithy, so that ought to solve the 'feelings' question. A bit of a stick-in-the-mud he might be, but Twilight's one of the few he would trust to help navigate difficult feelings. He's got the patience for it, unlike a lot of them who tackle everything the way they do a dungeon, with reckless abandon.

Yet, in the cozy warmth of the fire in the hearth, over the hesitant plucking of the minstrel's chords, a howl suddenly calls to the moon.

They, alone, do not tense.

The howl echoes a second time, much louder. Closer.

The innkeeper shoots them a desperate look, but Legend suddenly realizes that he is blind, and possibly deaf. He has no reason to stand up, much less draw his sword. And, would Farore look at that, his condition is contagious!

The hinges creak as they inch open.

If Legend were not so experienced, he might have been nervous. But he's better than that. He leans back in his seat, places a hand on Hyrule's shoulder, and sips his ale.

There in the doorway, cut in shadows with the moon as backdrop, riding on a large grey wolf, Four raises both arms high in the air.

“Fear my unnatural power,” he says with as ominous a voice he can produce.

Warriors snorts, cheeks reddened by alcohol, and he gives a thumbs-up to their smith, despite the owner's pale complexion.

The mugs left on the table begin to shake. Oh, this is gonna be good.

It starts with a pair of squirrels and a owl, neither obeying their instincts in favor of swooping inside the inn. Followed by a handful of moles, fireflies and stray dogs.

In a flash of white, the inn's cat bolts inside the inn, meowing, till it reaches its owner's legs and climbs onto him. It perches itself on his bald head, seconds before the first deer bounces inside the building.

Epona breaks the first table.

But the three raccoons lunging after his cat are what make the owner scream.

Legend guffaws in his ale.

#Linkeduniverse #Linked Universe #LU Twilight #LU Four #LU Wolfie

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aiden-png · 4 years ago

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to celebrate the end of 2020, I’ve decided to share the highlights of the writing I did this year! I’m going to share a few of my favorite snippets from 2020, and I think this could be a fun tag meme to invite friends to join in on so they can appreciate their progress and hard work too! I couldn’t have written so much if it wasn’t for the great online community supporting me and all my wonderfully talented friends!!

I’m gonna tag @freshie-writes @silverdragon-imagines-blog @st0rmy-writes @fuckit-hero-of-trains @no-themes-just-memes @timeturner-jay and anyone else who wants to join in, feel free! you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to, but you all wrote amazing things this year and I’m gonna appreciate you for them!!

snippets below the cut (please do this or make a new post if you wanna join, just so we don’t flood everyone’s dashboard lol!)

it’s difficult to count for certain, but across 7 google docs from April to December 2020, I wrote 324,782 words just of Legend of Zelda fanfic! it’s been a crazy fun year and I think my writing has improved a ton since I started writing fic again in April! thank you all for supporting me through the last 9 months!! <3

here’s a highlight of some of my favorite excerpts from fics I wrote this year! Smoke on the Wind and Dream With Me are two of my favorite pieces I wrote this year for angst, while Four Feet of Pure Flirtation and Lessons in Love are my favorites for crack/fluff :D the other snippets are featured bc I’m proud of how the fics turned out !

Dream With Me: June 28, 2020 Legend and Hyrule sat on the beach, a mere two feet separating them. It felt like much more. Farther than they’d ever been apart before. The other heroes stumbled onto the sand, frozen in shock as they took in the scene before them. Legend, knife drawn and hands shaking dangerously. Hyrule, knees buried in the sand and hands held over his chest, trying desperately not to reach out again. The sun was rising, pinks disappearing into vibrant gold and crushed purple and bright blue. As dawn broke, their vision wavered. Hyrule gasped, Legend blurring before him, the sand beneath him fading, the roar of the waves diminishing. Magic hour was ending. “This isn’t a dream,” Hyrule whispered, and Legend’s shoulders shook with silent sobs. “I’m real. I’m here. Legend, come with me.” Hyrule stretched out his arm, fingers splayed, eyes begging. Legend flinched back, dagger slipping from shaking fingers. He stared, disbelieving. Vertigo consumed Hyrule’s senses, his vision clouding with black dots. “Take my hand, Legend!” Hyrule cried, and Legend jumped. He sprung forward, hand grasping. Hyrule felt nothing as Legend’s hand passed through his. “Hyrule!” He blinked, and found himself in an unfamiliar field, reaching towards sunrise.

Smoke on the Wind: August 7, 2020 Wind hadn’t always had this ability, but before his second adventure, before the ghosts became tangible to his skin and visible to his eyes, he still had a sixth sense of sorts to rely on. Back then he’d called it instinct, but now he called it a curse. It never helped him do better on his adventure, never showed him the way, never allowed him to prevent someone’s demise--only forced him to bear witness to it in all its excruciatingly gory detail. Some spoke of death like a mercy, others like a boon. Wind knew death like an old friend and he despised it with all the rage contained in his tiny body. Some feared death, some prayed for its delay. Wind feared no man, god, or figment of imagination. There was no reason to fear something he couldn’t prevent, there was no reason to pray to something that would never hear or listen. Some ran from death, some hid. Wind stared death in the eye and spat in its face. He thrust a magical fucking sword through its head and banished it to a watery grave.

Four Feet of Pure Flirtation: June 26, 2020 Maybe he should have shared just a tad bit more with them, but that was a regret for future Four to deal with. And really, he hadn’t been expecting it himself, so they couldn’t exactly blame him when Dark Link materialized in their camp one morning and sent Four’s heart racing in an unfamiliar-familiar way. Four felt the heat crawl up his chest, felt his tongue loosen, felt his eyes trail over Dark’s lithe form just a bit too slow to be innocent. No one had told him Dark was attractive. Although, Vio reminded him, we are the only ones attracted to villains. We are most decidedly not! Four shot back. The denial was empty. They most decidedly were.

Hero Through the Ages: June 19, 2020 Wild sighed, chin resting on his knees. He glanced over at Sky, feeling anxiety buzz within him as a question pushed at the back of his mind. “Hey, Sky… does the sword still recognize me?” Sky froze at the unexpected question, eyes searching Wild’s carefully schooled expression. Wild felt his anxiety rise but he held his ground as the older hero tentatively reached back and unsheathed the Master Sword. He closed his eyes for a moment, and Wild tried hard not to notice the new eyes on them as he waited for Sky’s response. He knew what the answer should be, but when the other slowly opened his eyes and held the sword out for Wild, it was still conflicting to feel the familiar weight of it in his hands. Not too heavy. Not burning. Perfectly at home, as if he’d just begun his adventure and still had many years left before the Calamity struck. Wild felt a pit in his stomach as he handed the sword back, Sky’s concerned gaze not helping. “How old were you when you pulled the sword?” Sky asked quietly, and Wild stared at his hands as they trembled slightly in his lap. “Too young.”

A Shower to Remember: July 4, 2020 Enter Twilight and Wild. TWILIGHT I can see thee up th’re. Come hither. I simply wish to speak with thee.

Enter Legend to Shower Crashers. LEGEND all’s well that ends well, I believe our plan hath been a success. cheers to thee all. FOUR didst thou not see Wild running for his life not a minute past? LEGEND that is’t his problem, not mine.

Lessons in Love: July 9, 2020 The offer though, that’s what truly made Legend pause. Show you the ropes, he’d said. He should be insulted that Ravio thought he was that hopeless, but the man wasn’t wrong. Legend was absolutely, positively hopeless, evidenced by the situation he now found himself in. Should he say no and move on? Should he accept--and then what? Maybe he should laugh it off, say he was joking, or perhaps he should come clean now and tell Ravio how he felt? But he still didn’t know if Ravio felt the same, those dark eyes betraying nothing in the fading light of sunset. So, naturally, Legend continued to panic. “What do you mean by ‘show me the ropes’?” Legend asked, quick, defensive enough to pass as insulted. Ravio snorted, tasting the hot chocolate, and Legend’s eyes were drawn to his lips once more as if under a spell. “I mean no offense, Link,” Ravio laughed, seeming not to catch the blush on Legend’s face as Ravio used his name. “I just figured you might want some pointers. Flirting, hand holding, relationship advice, y’know? You don’t have to accept the offer by any means!” Flirting? Hand holding? Legend gulped. He was already an idiot. Maybe he could play dumb for a little while longer…

Scars: June 2, 2020 “I used to try and cover myself in public--I didn’t like the way people would whisper or stare when they saw. But eventually I came to accept the scars as part of me. I remembered how I got them, and I realized I wouldn’t be the person I am today without the journey that led to me getting these scars. And I like who I am…” Wild trailed off, sifting sand through his fingers as Warriors listened. “I’ve come to love my scars, because they hold such important memories for me. Even if some of the memories aren’t so great, I wouldn’t be who I am today without them, you know? And I wouldn’t trade that for anything.”

Beneath the Surface: July 13, 2020 For the first few months he had lied to himself, blaming the others or the weather or Shadow or Vaati or anything rather than admitting he had a problem. But Blue did, in fact, have a problem, and fighting and yelling it out wasn’t the healthiest solution. For the others it was easy. Green had Vio, for Wind could rarely move Earth, and Red got along with everyone he was so full of love to give. But Blue wasn’t good at teamwork, he wasn’t good at strategizing, and he wasn’t good at showing affection--he was good at being angry, and that was it. He was the protector, the toughest of them all in strength and will; but when you’re always protecting others, no one protects you. Not like Blue made it easy for the others to approach him, and he didn’t blame them for giving up. They were all struggling, they all had their own issues, and while Wind was a gentle breeze and Fire a warming comfort and Earth a steady rock--Water was impossible to hold down. He was forever changing, flowing, and while it meant that he could adapt well to new situations, it also meant that every time he felt close to getting a handle on his emotions they would slip from his grasp once more. His magic ebbed and swayed and his emotions followed their tide, not his, and so he pushed others away rather than admit he couldn’t handle himself. If protecting them meant distancing himself, then so be it.

The Point of No Return: June 19, 2020 He turned back to Four, brushing the back of his hand across his cheek. He’d wanted to share a meal with his partner. He’d wanted to see Four’s small smile--just for him--as he tried Hylian food for the first, second, hundredth time. Long ago, they’d promised to travel the world together. Four wanted to share everything with him; wanted to show him the forge, wanted him to meet his Grandfather, wanted to take him to see the Minish. After the adventure, Four had promised. He’d be free to go and do whatever he wanted, right by Four’s side. Well, he was at his side now. And this was not what they’d promised each other.

A Major Test of Strength: May 7, 2020 Even being worthy of the Triforce of Courage didn’t mean he was brave enough to act on, or even think, about how he felt about Sidon. He reasoned it was better not to say anything, especially now. He was going off to a battle he may not return from. Even if he burned to know if Sidon felt the same, it would be selfish to ask knowing he may be leaving for the last time. Link would rather go to the grave with his feelings then leave Sidon alone with them. At least if he died before confessing, Sidon would be able to move on, he hoped. Sidon was his best friend, and that was enough for now.

#aiden writes #tumblr went down right as I was trying to post this oof!#now I can finally send this and tag all my friends !#everyone is so talented and I hope you all know how much I love your work !!!#you deserve to hear how good it is and to feel proud of your accomplishments!#<3!!!

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Ghosts

He didn’t know why he’d gone down the road less traveled.

As much as he would resist and reject his past, Vaati would always be drawn to the forests. They were a part of him- no amount of magic and sorcery could change that. His connection to nature would always exist, and though he often ignored it, it would never simply go away.

It was familiar. Something warm and inviting, and yet…cold, in a way that was different from the snow that covered the ground. A separation existed- a firm line between him and the life he’d had, one that he tried so hard to upkeep.

Eventually, he’d wandered into a small clearing. At the center of the clearing was a single stump, illuminated by the mid-afternoon sun. It was almost like a spotlight, intended to highlight where he already knew he should go.

It was just a normal stump. Nothing interesting, nothing magical- it was no portal to another world. No gateway to the world he’d once known so very well… he could chant the incantations that had once made him big until his throat ran dry, and it would do nothing.

Not that he wanted to turn back. He liked his current form very much, after all.

He sat there in silence for quite a while. He didn’t mind the cold, he’d dressed warmly enough- and it was quiet, away from the constant noise of other people. Deep within the forest, he wasn’t constantly bombarded with the sounds of voices. It was just him and the trees and the wind, nature carrying her voice to him in a way he’d long since tried to forget.

“Ah, who are you?”

The voice was timid, shy, speaking a language he tried so hard to distance himself from. But of course, he never could- try as he would to be a hylian, he could never forget the forest tongue. The minish language came easily to him, more easily than hylian did. It was a language he hated- one that would bring him comfort. A part of his past he could never leave behind.

“Who said that? Show yourself.”

He looked around, but saw no others in the clearing. After a few moments, he forced himself to accept why he saw nobody.. and turned his eyes to the ground. The snow was only a few inches high, it was no issue to a hylian… but to a minish, it would tower far over their heads. The only saving grace was being so light, light enough that they could scurry across the top of it with minimal issue.

However, the little rat that he saw wasn’t some unknown face. It wasn’t a being he’d never met before- no, the child was all too familiar. A tiny minish of the sky, with violet fur and piercing red eyes. One eye was rendered near-blind from an accident, one he remembered far too well.

This was him.

Without thinking, he lowered his hand for his past self to climb onto. The minish obliged, walking onto his palm and then shaking himself, brushing the snow from his fur the best he could.

“You can speak our language? I’ve never met a big person who could do that before! Or even one who could see me!”

“I… why I can do those things is irrelevant.”

He didn’t know what he was doing. Why was he even talking to the little rat? How was he even here? He wanted to hide the child, to prevent anyone from ever seeing him. To hide himself, in the most literal sense of the word, because the less people who knew what he was, the better.

The child stared up at him with those big, innocent eyes. Vaati hated looking back at him- had he truly looked like that at one time? Had he truly been so… naïve? He remembered it differently. He remembered being frightened, timid… a worthless existence.

But that wasn’t fair, was it? Things hadn’t always been that bad. He hadn’t always been scared. He’d been only a child, one who had good days and bad, one who’d been curious, so curious, always driven to learn and see and grow.

For better or worse.

“Is something wrong? Can I help you?”

So innocent. So determined to do the right thing. He was a minish, through and through- always trying to help the big people, even when he was nothing more than a miniscule rat. It was what he hated most about his people- why were they so selfless? Why spend your life trying to always help people so much bigger- the lives of the minish were infinitely harder than those damned hylians! They didn’t understand how easy they had it! Every damned day was a struggle when you were the size of a thumb, and still the minish cared more about the hylians than themselves-

“…Are you okay? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. Worry about your own damn self. Don’t you have any pride?”

“I don’t know what you mean… what’s wrong with wanting to help?”

What was wrong. Nothing, technically. Nothing at all. It was honourable to want to help others. It was the right thing to do. And he hated it. He despised that, that idea of selflessness. No hylian was that selfless. No big person cared that much about others. But minish were selfless to a fault, with not a selfish bone in their tiny little bodies.

“Nothing at all. But you shouldn’t help others at the cost of yourself.”

He wanted to yell. To scream. To get angry at his past self, to demand WHY he had been such a FOOL, but he couldn’t. It would solve nothing, and he knew that. And… as much as he hated his past, as much as he loathed how weak he was… when he stared at the little minish, looked at who he’d been… he couldn’t get angry. He couldn’t just yell. Because that was him, as much as he loathed it.

“But, you… just look like you need a bit of help.”

“…Perhaps that’s true. But there’s nothing you can do for me. It’s… not that simple.”

“Oh…”

The little minish lowered his head, and Vaati could only frown. That empathy, that compassion- another thing he hated. Another thing he’d tried so hard to quell, because empathy only led to pain and compassion only lead to betrayal. That’s what he’d told himself. How he’d let himself cope with things.

“You… should not lose faith. Not everyone can be helped- not everyone wants help. But… someday… you may figure out what it is that you can do to make an impact on the world.”

He couldn’t tell the truth. He couldn’t tell the child that they were one and the same- that he would grow up to carry this same burden of hurt and pain and loneliness. He couldn’t tell the child that he didn’t know what their fate would be- if he would claim glory and power and live as a god in a world that hated him, or if he would die in his attempts. Or, perhaps something else entirely… a punishment worse than death, or a forgiveness that he didn’t deserve. His fate could be any of those things or none of them, it was something that only the goddesses knew, and they certainly would never tell him.

“Do you understand, Vaati? Do not let the world restrain you. You… you will go farther than anyone would ever imagine.”

The child looked at him, surprised for a moment, before smiling. There one moment, gone the next- whatever magic had allowed the two to meet for a brief moment in time was gone, the ghost of his past back where he belonged once more. The past.

However… that didn’t make the feelings go away. The pain, the conflict in his chest. But… still, he could not stop. He refused to give up what he’d claimed for himself, and he refused to go back to who he’d once been. He would never go back to a life of struggling each and every day for a people who didn’t even know he existed.

He was resolved. Resolved to continue on as the man he’d chosen to become.

But in his heart, deep within the darkness of his soul, things warmed… just a little bit. A little spark of compassion, willing to open up once more. A flicker of warmth and hope within his damned soul. A reminder that... he had changed. He’d become a person who could accept friendship, who could could accept the love of those he cared about, and offer it in return.

And though it wasn’t much, perhaps it was still enough.

#drabbles #isola winterfes #; 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔩𝔡 𝔰𝔥𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔠𝔬𝔴𝔢𝔯 𝔟𝔢𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔢 𝔪𝔢 { IC }#vaati gets to talk to his childhood self... and i am soft #its a little subtle but god this drabble really shows how far he's come #he still has a long way to go; but.. he's already come a long way

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code-of-creation · 5 years ago

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Octavo OC first draft: Screamo

Name/Nickname: Scream Tavo (Screamo)

Universe/AU: Foundling (Shifting AU’s easily obtained through the unpredictable magic of the lost woods.)

Age: 21

Species: Appears Hylian, carries Picori/Minish blood.

Likes: Wide open spaces, animals, kindness, warm food, places with good acoustics, calm warm weather, being read to, hearing bards that sing good stories, dry socks, stability.

Dislikes: Noisy places, strong winds he cannot control (It interferes with his hearing), rude people, religious zealots, the unique smell of churches/houses of prayer, cold wet weather, snow (It obscures his ability to “see” the terrain), wet socks/shoes, others yelling, being seen as an invalid.

Personality: Screamtavo is surprisingly friendly, but is awkward and has a hard time interacting with people as he expects everyone to be cold and unpleasant. Being nice to him will almost immediately make you a friend. He has very little self worth, but tries to brush it off with self depreciating humour. He is superficially happy on the outside, but if you manage to scratch past that, which is usually easy but it varies, he is a mess of trauma from his past.

Abilities: Naturally he has minor echolocation abilities that vary due to terrain, material used in obstacles, the ambient noise of the area, and other interfering factors. His sense of hearing is far superior to the average Hylian, due to recessive Minish genes emerging in him. His hearing goes beyond just what he can “see” through his echolocation. He can hear the mice in the walls, large bugs skittering across the floor in the next room, the breathing of the people around him and so on.

Once he gains the mysterious red gem in the mail, his abilities strengthen and he gains control of the wind to a certain degree, and an incredible increase in his hearing ability, which he can control very well. With this control he can lower his hearing to the normal pre-gem levels, or he can elevate them to hear at great distances or the smaller sounds around him. This is difficult though as ambient sounds will often overwhelm him as there are just too many different noises or they are too loud.

With his ability to “See” through sound, he mentally maps the movement of sound, meaning he can also “see” sound. He cannot produce magic through the sounds he makes (Sleeping songs, confusion screams) but being able to see the sound, once he identifies the frequencies used for specific spells, he’ll remember them. Unfortunately the sound has to reach him to be recognized, if the spell is short he might not be able to protect himself. If it’s long he will cover his ears and block it out. He can teach this knowledge to those capable of sound magic.

Appearance: He has the typical Octavo colouring, grape purple hair, golden eyes, purple-grey skin.

Since losing his vision to a severe stroke, his eyes don’t focus any more, they still look normal however and move towards the sources of sounds. It appears as though he refuses to make eye contact however, which effects his interactions with people. He loves having long hair as he’s always felt it looks better on him, as well as it being a comfort thing. He brushes it every morning and every night, and used to braid it until it got too long for him to do so. His arms get tired now.

His clothes rarely match in colour and often clash, he prefers durable and comfortable clothing. With tunics and leggings so popular in Hylian culture, he often finds himself with such. He has a long light brown/tan leather jacket for wet and windy weather, if it’s a dry cold he’ll prefer a thick dark purple wool sweater that he invested good money in. The sweater is too long in the sleeves and hangs on him like a tunic, he loves squishing the cable knit designs and does so for comfort when stressed. His boots are undyed leather, and instead of paying for proper boot laces, he uses cheap ribbons the store had on sale. He asked for purple ones of course.

History/Brief Backstory:

Infancy: Screamo tavo is a foundling, left as a naked new born bundled in a threadbare pillow case on the steps of a church of the golden goddesses. The priestess of the church was very strict, as were the members. They all raised him out of a sense of obligation, but told him all his life he was inferior due to his “Gerudo” eyes and purple hair. He was an abomination and needed to pray to the goddesses for forgiveness.

Childhood: As a child, he was an outcast. He was denied education. He was made to do chores as soon as he could hold a broom and cleaned not just for the church but whoever called upon him. Basically the church’s free “members only” housekeeping. When he was not cleaning he was made to pray on his knees. He never blamed the goddesses for this, but came to hate the church he grew up in.

Teenage: As a young teenager he was attacked by the drunken teens of the village. He doesn’t remember much of the attack, but does remember being told he had been smashed in the head by a brick. He had been left until morning the next day, laying in the street bleeding, bones broken from the group beating. He was only brought to the church to get him out of the street, being an eyesore. Initially, he received no treatment for any of the open wounds sustained during the beating.

Injury continued: He laid in pain on the floor for a day, trying to hold back his sounds of pain, until he went quiet. Having a stroke that evening, no one realized what had happened until the next morning. Finally the priestess got the town “doctor” to come treat him. He was cared for by the doctor and church for three days until he regained consciousness. Upon regaining consciousness, he did not feel right. At first, he couldn’t talk, he couldn’t see, what he heard became scrambled into distortion his head . After a lengthy and unpleasant recovery, he still did not regain his sight. His other senses returned and he regained his ability to speak and understand others.

After injury: More of a burden than ever before, Screamtavo stayed for a mere year afterwards to adjust to living without vision. During this time he learned to rely on his hearing more, and realized that he could sense how far walls were by the ever so faint sound he heard echo back. He started clicking his tongue to hear the sound, but the clicking was annoying and discouraged by the members of the church. Shortly before leaving he began singing, something he had never tried as he was expected to stay quiet his whole life.

Leaving: Armed with only a staff used for ceremonies by the priestess, the clothes on his back, and a bag with two days of food and water, he left in the middle of the night. He chose that night to leave because the priestess would need the staff for an important ceremony the next day and he wanted his last act to be a grand gesture to the church. He walked along the single road out of his town, singing the whole way. Once finding his way to a larger town full of traders, he stayed for awhile to sing for rupees, earn what he thought he’d need, and eventually head off. He walked until there was no more road to follow. He walked as he started hearing trees. He walked as the trees grew bigger. He wasn’t sure if he could survive in the forest, but he felt at home here, it had called for him without him even realizing it.

Into the woods: Unbeknownst to him, he had gained the attention of Farore once he entered the lost woods. recognizing not only the blood of the Picori but the gift of wind in his soul. She welcomed him into the forest with her protection and blessing. He does not know this and does not question why he is never attacked in the forest. He is naive of the workings of a forest and rolls with it.

Adjusting to the woods: He finds a very convenient hollow formed in the side of a hill near a water source and many fruit trees. With his needs met, he starts living there. He does not question any of this as he knows so little of the world and doesn’t know if this is normal for a forest or not. He lives comfortably in the forest, creating a map of the place in his head by singing everywhere he goes. He accidentally finds rupees everywhere when he sweeps the long grass with the staff to make his way around. He only goes to the towns when absolutely necessary to gets supplies.

Fun fact: He refuses to eat meat for two reasons, he hates the thought of a living animal dying for him to eat, and it upsets his tummy. If given meat by accident, he will either spit up the unfamiliar texture and refuse the rest of the meal, or he’ll mistake the texture for something else, eat it all, and end up spending a small fortune on toilet paper for the next couple days.

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