#wild centric

[happy-snake-noises]

Chapters: 1/2 Fandom: The Legend of Zelda & Related Fandoms, The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild/Tears of the Kingdom, The Legend of Zelda: The Ocarina of Time Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Time & Twilight (Linked Universe), Time & Wild (Linked Universe), Twilight & Wild (Linked Universe) Characters: Time (Linked Universe), Wild (Linked Universe), Twilight (Linked Universe), Wind (Linked Universe), Legend (Linked Universe), Warriors (Linked Universe), Sky (Linked Universe), Four (Linked Universe), Hyrule (Linked Universe) Additional Tags: Feral Wild (Linked Universe), Eldritch Wild (Linked Universe), Chain meets Wild, Dead Frogs I'm so sorry, Wild (Linked Universe)-centric, Time (Linked Universe)-centric, Pre Tears of the Kingdom (Legend of Zelda), I wrote this like two years before the game came out, Linked Universe (Legend of Zelda), Selectively Mute Link (Legend of Zelda), No beta we die like Wild, Wild (Linked Universe) uses Sign Language Summary:

Time didn’t enjoy shifting. He enjoyed landing in an unknown Hyrule alone even less.

The forest surrounding him was alive - the wind rustled the leaves, the critters peered out of their burrows, the crickets chirped and the birds sang. But the air didn’t hum, there was no melody. The forest wasn’t dead, he could see it in the greens and reds and yellows, but it had no song. He didn’t know how he felt about a forest with no song.

OR Time ends up in a new Hyrule and meets a feral child

[acidic-eye]

Unfaithful chapter 3: Doppelganger

Portals usually weren’t bad. 

But, the portal was different this time. Instead of a bright blue, white and gold hue that surrounded him in Goddess magic, a dark, purplish silver portal enveloped him. He felt his goddess magic that resides in him resist against the magic that screamed evil, danger, leave. His head felt as if it was splitting apart, being forced open with a knife and shear pressure. 

He gasped in pain, clutching at his head as he slowly began to reform in the new area, he hadn’t even opened his eyes before he felt his body fall to the floor, thinking was impossible by then, pure pain radiated through his body as he struggled on the ground to try and regain control of his body. 

The undeniable taste of his own blood filled his mouth, blood spilling from his lips before he could stop it. Was he going to die? Wild forced down his panic, opening his eyes dispite the pain from a being of the gods, entering a land far beyond their light, a plane only known to those of evil. 

His vision cleared after what seemed to be hours, eyes burning from the strain of trying to keep them open in the hellish landscape. He was vaguely aware of the man sat before him, chuckling lightly as he struggled to not die on the spot. 

He felt a hand on his own, pain coating his hand as the man touched it, feeling as if it had been branded rather then just touched by him. 

“There we go, sit still now. We don’t want you to die on the spot do we?” The voice whispered in his ear, encouraging him gently as he gasped in a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding in. Wild clutched at his chest, the mechanical beating of his heart going quick as he struggled in the new realm of the unholy. 

“There you go, take your time wild.” The form spoke again, holding his hand still as it rubbed his hand encouragingly, pain searing on his hand in a seeming triangle formation. “See? your fine now, no?” The man asked. 

“What….” He coughed, wiping his mouth from the blood that had dropped from it. “This place… it—“ 

“Is untouched by Hylia yes.” The man said, standing once more, reaching his hand to wild, who took it gratefully. The hand was cold, feeling like he was touching one of a corpse rather then a human. “Goddess magic can’t reach this place, which is rather… inconvenient when it comes to your… situation.” He gestures to wilds whole being, looking him up and down once. 

“Who?” He asked, words failing him once more as he struggled to recover from the pain that paralyzed him. The man laughed at his question, sitting in his rather oversized throne. 

“Really depends on who you ask, officially, it’s Dark Link, or rather the… shadow of you all.” He moved his hands about in a flourish as he spoke, before sweeping his hand in a circle, a chair hit the back of wilds knees, forcing him into the seat. “Honestly, the goddesses are a bit… much aren’t they. ” 

Doppelganger

[17magpiesinatrenchcoat]

solanum my beloved who am I if not drawing my favourite characters looking dramatic

reblogs very appreciated🫶🫶🫶

THE ROT CONTINUES!! yes this is me rambling hiiiiiii so I was looking for references on pinterest for my quantum exchange thing drawing but then I saw the most perfect one for solanum and was like I Must Draw This Immediately Or I Will Die so here we are lol,, the deadline approaches but I have my priorities straight clearly

I suppose this is my current shading style mmmyes very fun but takes AGES

I am actually very happy with this which is rare;; this has been such a terrible year for art for me :(( I hope next year can be better and I can draw more of my fav guys🫶🫶🫶

[roseivander]

I have never seen a team of green names that are less used to being green names for this many episodes

[silver-the-pendejo]

Not your fault.

Wild (Linked Universe) x Reader (Urbosa's kid) (Can be read as Platonic or Romantic)

Reader uses They/Them pronouns Words: 1830 1 year passed between BOTW and TOTK, in the oneshot TOTK lasted 2 years.

Reader took Link's place because he was whisked away by Hylia to go with the Chain. This is pure angst by the way and a bit to much Wild focused.

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Wild was happy at the sight of the Great Plateau. It had been a while since he had been in his Hyrule, more precisely since he joined the chain, so to say he was static at the sight was an understatement, but something felt weird. He could see some things that were the same, but others… he couldn't see the Great Plateau's tower, and he knew it was there before he left, so what had happened in the few months he had been gone?

He shakes his head at that, feeling that something had gone wrong. He looked at the rest of his companions, trying to check if they needed help getting up. He knew that some of them took traveling through the portals harder than others. The most clear example was Legends trying to help Hyrule, who was currently throwing up on the grass. Other members of the chain were also on the floor, but not in a situation as bad as Hyrule's.

"You kay Pup?" Wild jumped a bit, he was so absorbed in drinking the view of his Hyrule that he didn't realize Twilight was standing next to him, it wasn't usual for him to be so not alert. "Yeah, it's just… good to be back home you know?" He relaxed slightly, looking again at the others, most of them were back on their feet, with a few exceptions. (Aka Sky who had decided to curl up on the grass and lay down there, whining about portals being his doom)

"So this is your Hyrule huh? It looks different from the last time we were here" Warriors stood up at the other side of Wild, also looking around.

"Yeah, I'll ask Flora once we see her. I'm hoping she is in Hateno right now," he said grimly, having a bad feeling about something but not knowing how to express it.

It was right there that Time decided to call for a group meeting now that most of them were back on their feet or at least feeling a bit better (minus Sky). They had to check their provisions just in case, deciding that once they got to the nearest town, they would replenish whatever supplies they lacked, probably ask Flora about what happened, and probably apologize to her and Y/N for disappearing so suddenly.

And OH! Y/N, he hadn't thought about his friend in a while, with all the traveling of the other heroes he seemed to forget about Urbosa's kid being Princess Zelda's "knight" (they appointed themselves). They were going to kill him. He was sure of that, he had been whisked away just a week before they were ready to explore the secret passage that he and Y/N had found while looting the castle. They didn't go in but they checked the entrance, let's just say they weren't thrilled by how destroyed it looked and the princess's insistence on checking it out.

He just shakes his head again, taking out his Sheika slate and opening the map, having to stop a gasp from coming out of his mouth, most of the shrines and towers had disappeared, the only ones left being the ones he had to go through during the champion's trials and the Divine Beast's, but everything else was gone, making a pit starting to form on his stomach.

"Something wrong Wild?" He could feel the stares of the others on him, they probably noticed the fact that he had tensed up so suddenly, but he didn't want to worry the others.

"Don't worry about it, but we should start heading to Hateno, it's gonna take us a few days to get there but it's gonna be worth it" He sounded a bit stressed while saying that, leaving no room for arguments. ----------------------

He could feel the stares of the other's on him. He felt a wave of panic once they arrived at the entrance to Hateno Village, it was in the middle of the day so he had felt good about beign back home for a second, but then saw the entrance covered in fungus. He felt like he was having a fever dream, most probably caused by Hyrule's attempt at making breakfast earlier in the day.

He felt weird once he was all over the other side of the bridge that led towards the house, he could see some things had changed (since when was there a swing in the tree that was near the porch, and why could he see a dog house near the stable? Once he was near the door, he could hear noise from the inside, but also noise from his companionships. Mostly Wind was amazed at how the house looked and Legend mockingly said that he thought he was homeless because of how he acted most of the time.

He then took a deep breath and opened the door, quickly noticing the mess around the house, different types of Sheika technology scattered everywhere, he could also hear a small discussion coming from behind one of the piles of technology, quickly recognizing who one of the voices belonged to. "...nd I told you already Purah, It was probably just a malfunction from your tracker, there is no way that the slate was shown to be back and active in the Great Plateau and then moving"

"Well Princess, as far as I remember, my tracker has always been successful in its work so shush!"

He then saw two people move from behind the pile,  one being Flora (when had her hair gotten so short, and those white tear marks on her cheeks?) and the other one an older woman, she had white hair and a red bandana that was covered by most of her hair, she didn't remember meeting her but he recognized her, even when she wasn't the child as he remembered anymore, it was Purah. He saw the way Flora's eyes widened when they landed on him, and how she stopped ranting about whatever she was talking about with the scientist, making the other woman also look at him, her mouth opening and letting out a very surprised (or exited?) scream at the sight. ---------------------- He was currently sitting around the table with Flora, Purah, Time, Warriors, and Twilight. The other boys were looking around the house, being careful not to touch anything. He could see the Smith being fascinated by the weapons that hung on the walls, the Vet and the Traveler were looking around somewhere in the garden he thought, the princess had told them that she had recently started a flower garden so they went to see it. Meanwhile, the Sailor and Sky were somewhere around, he didn't remember where. "Where have you-?" Flora was about to ask him a question when the door slammed open, a tall figure entering the room. He could recognize it everywhere, dark tanned skin and a muscular build, a pair of sharp eyes, one sea green a reminder of who their mother was, the other one a different color, clearly passed down by their father, the same could be said about their hair, same color as that man with a few scarlet strikes that were mixed all over it. They were using clothes he remembred clearly, it was a mix between Gerudo Gear and the standar Hylian adventurer set, long pant's with high booths, a Gerudo top with a vest in top of it. One of their hands had a long fingerless glove, multiple earrings in each ear, some imbuded with magic and others where normal, a opal chocker on their neck and a ruby circlet in their head. Their mother's weapons strapped at their back.

"Can I know why the fuck Bolson was screaming like crazy something about Lin-" The question ended up stuck in their throat, most probably because of the sight of so many strangers in the home, and because of the sight of Link. Something he realized was that their right arm looked weird, it was now a dark weird green with grey symbols on it, a gold-like material going around as a jewel, he could see that the symbols expanded up to their clavicle and down their chest, and probably their back too. And their face…. it was full of new scars he hadn't seen, probably all their body had scars like this.

"You should take a seat Y/N" Flora said as calmly as she could her fingers wiggling around each other, giving the taller a look that he could not decipher.

Y/N just nodded her expression becoming unreadable, taking the sit farthest from all of them, not daring to look in their direction, especially at Wild's (why were they evading him). The princess took a deep breath, probably trying to calm down because of the conversation that was coming.

"Where the fuck had you been?" Y/N asked, surprising everyone in the room, especially him since he didn't remember the gerudo liked to curse. Their voice was a mix of sadness and anger in it, with something else lingering that he couldn't recognize.

"I told the Princess that Hylia needed me for a mission for a few mo-"

"Few Months?!?!? YOU WERE GONE 2 YEARS LINK!!! I HAD TO DEAL WITH YOU BEING GONE, EVERYONE ASKING QUESTIONS, AND THEN GANON COMIGN BACK.... And Zel getting taken away, and the sword and my arm, and Hyrule getting all messed up, and the divine beast didn't work anymore" They ended up trailing off, their anger starting to evaporate, leaving only sadness in their tone. Y/N slumped on their seat, looking way more tired than in all the years Wild had known them.

He opened his eyes in surprise at the rant, what did they mean by years, it had only been a few months right, he couldn't, he didn't leave the most important people in his life to go with his past incarnations because of Hylia's will.

"What do you mean Ganon came back?" He stared, noticing how Purah and Flora seemed to evade his gaze, and Y/N wouldn't look up from where they were staring at the floor.

The other present members of the chain were staring at the discussion happening, they could feel the tension in the air, it could be cut like a knife, and they also didn't like a bit of what they were hearing.

"You are telling me that I left you all alone, to deal with him?"

"What do you think happened to my arm"

The room went quiet again, the only sounds being the ones from the boys outside, even the ones that were seeing the weapons were staring at the table now, seeing the one-sided fight happening.

"Just forget it at this point" Y/N ended up letting the tension out of their arms, standing up, walking towards the door, and leaving, slamming the door a bit on their way out. Everyone else just stared, not knowing what to do now. ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── Me writting timeskips cause i don't know how to continue those parts so :D MMM should I write a part 2 btw? (actual romance now meujejje) Hope u all liked it, if u have any request or anything ask box is open ALSO TY TO MY BETA READER @randomperson7718 (You can see i like to describe clothing and things like that)

[rookflower]

the thing about any post that talks about what "The Fandom" thinks or acts like, is that the warrior cats fandom (as well as like, basically any other given fandom) isn't really one group of people but rather dozens if not hundreds of smaller, overlapping groups of people across different websites who have fundamentally different approaches to the way they engage with media, how much of the books they've read, what personal values they're more likely to hold, general demographic, etc. the warrior cats fandom isn't that big comparatively but i can't really take what the common opinion is on here (as in, this extended group of mutuals and mutuals' mutuals and so on) as what the entire fandom consensus is the same way i can't really take the weird squirrelstar-hating subculture on reddit as broad fanon consensus any deeper than going "hey isnt it weird that this is a prominent group of people who exist in the fandom". anyways point of this post is that while i do it too obviously, i find it kind of fascinating how much discussion is spurned by "fanon" and "what the fandom acts like" when this is a concept far broader and more arbitrary than it's portrayed. there are parts of the warrior cats fandom we probably cant even fathom. who knows what those roblox kids think about sunningrocks ownership if they've even read the books

[tashacee]

Lost and Found - Chapter Seven

Hyrule breathed in deeply, letting the scent of the forest fill his body and revelling in the clean, crisp scent of a winter morning.

The Chain hadn’t stayed long on the island of Valolinna after the darkness had been defeated. The ensuing portal appeared less than an hour later without much fanfare, and for once left them without so much as a headache when they stepped through to the other side.

They had landed on a dark hillside, covered in a thick layer of frost but nonetheless instantly recognisable. They were in Wild’s era, on Sahasra slope, only an hour’s walk from Kakariko village and its soft, warm beds. The sun had set and the Popla Foothills were casting long, frosty shadows across the length of Hyrule Field. It was a cold, clear night, the stars bright in the sky above them and their breath a thick mist on the air as they hurried their way towards the town.

Kakariko’s singular little inn barely knew what had hit it when the ten of them tumbled in, but once Ollie woke up from where he was dozing behind his desk, he was more than happy to find them cucco-feather beds, complete with bed warmers and thick, padded quilts. There was not much chat as they all bedded down that night, finally able to just curl up somewhere comfortable and warm, and they all were out like a light.

Read the rest on AO3!

[blorbopostingtime]

Alr so maybeee this is a bad opinion but tbh I rlly can't keep it in anymore so imma just say it.

WE NEED MORE ANGRY BRANCH CONTENT!!!!!

Like sure in the first movie he could be classified as angry but. ITS SO MUCH MORE GRUMP AND ANNOYANCE THAN ACTUAL ANGER?!?!?!?!?!??!

I want more fics, more comics, more fanart, more everything, where Branch just flat out looses his fucking shit.

At anyone, everyone I do not have a specific thing.

Get this grump ass bitch angry at the way the village treated him for fucking years when he was grey, get him fucking angry at his brothers for leaving and abandoning both him and their grandmother, get him angry at the bergens who he lived in fear of for so so so fucking long (SINCE HE WAS BORN TILL HE WAS ATLEAST FUCKING 20. THAT IS ALL HIS FUCKING CHILDHOOD. TEENAGE YEARS, EVERYTHING. AND FOR ALL THOSE YEARS MINUS 4 IT WAS ALSO HIS BROTHERS, THE VILLAGE AND HIS GRANDMA), his grandmother for sacrificing herself to save him and leaving him grey and alone (HE WAS A CHILD. FOUR OR FIVE AND HE WATCHED HER DIE FOR HIM. DO NOT TELL ME HE DOESNT HAVE ANY SURVIVAL GUILT OR RESENTMENT AT THE FACT THAT THIS CAUSED HIM TO TURN GREY AND BE AN OUTCAST IN THE VILLAGE. I DO NOT GAF ABT HOW MUCH HE LOVES HER YOU DO NOW MOVE ON FROM SHIT LIKE THAT WITHOUT IT), his parents for never being there (whole other thing but! Still think it should be a bigger thing.): EVERYONE.

"Oh, but he got angry at his brothers in the 3rd movie!"

NOT FOR FUCKING REAL.

YOU TELLING ME THAT MOSTLY CALM ASS, SAD AND A BIT SPITEFUL SPEECH WAS PURE UNFILTERED RAGE FROM 16+ YEARS OF BEING ABANDONED, BULLIED, ALONE, AFRAID AND DEPRESSED ?!?!?!?!?!?

HUH?!?!?!?!?!??

CUZ ITS FUCKING NOT!!!!!!!!!!!

AND THATS NOT EVEN MENTIONING THE FACT THAT HE LIVED OUT IN THE WILDERNESS FOR THE FUCKING MAJORITY OF HIS LIFE TOO!!!!!

Let Branch go feral with rage, let him scream at all the ways people have failed him from the top of his normally quiet lungs, let his vision go tinted red with rage, let him fight and punch and kick and elbow and growl and bite and hurt all the people who left him, like an animal gone abandoned in the wilderness and left for dead, who manages to not only survive but fucking THRIVE as a feral beast.

Show me a Branch who screams a sound so primal the nearby birds fly from the trees, let him be louder than any other troll in the village from living in the wild surrounded by creatures that the trolls were still learning about anf befriending who may or may not havr wanted to kill him, and yet talk about how afterwards he could barely speak because after 20 years of quiet speech if that his voice still isn't used to being loud.

Show us how much Branch is ready, able and willing to to use all the weapons he makes, the rocks he collects as projectiles and bluguons, the whittled stakes and knives, the sheer everything that comes with having lived on his own in the wilderness, angry and scared and so fucking alone.

... Ahem.

Anyways, thanks for listening to my rant and

ANGRY, FERAL AND APESHIT BRANCH PLEASE!!!!!!

[occasionallyprosie]

Here's a snippet from that child fic...

He latched onto Wind. Something about him--it wasn’t even that he was the Hero of Winds--was just… more familiar than anyone else. It was like... like they were brothers in their cores, like he had taken every step of his life with him, like their hearts and minds aligned, like they shared stories and lives. It was like they'd always known each other. It was hard to explain, how his spirit sang in familiarity to Wind's, but it was something he couldn’t help but latch onto.

Take it as you will

[artemistorm]

I know I said I was going to finish this fic completely and post it all at once but on a whim I decided against that; here’s the next chapter of Recharge!

Recharge Chapter 3: The Burden of the Sword

Summary of chapter 3: Wild wakes up, group discussion begins 

Summary of whole fic: The Master Sword uses Wild as a human battery. The Chain finds out the hard way. 

[necrotic-nephilim]

can you make a discord server please 🥺🥺🥺 the dead dove discord servers i join are always like harry potter or disney related for some reason.

hi! this was a very sweet thing for you to ask of me, trusting me of all people with making a discord server. also you gave me an excuse to make one, which i've sort of wanted to do anyway-

right now the only ppl in it are me and my poor partner who doesn't know jack about DC, but it's all set up! it is 18+ and very much all things go, relating to dark content. but if enough people from here join i think we could have a nice little community over there bc you're so right, most dead dove servers are not DC spaces, and most DC servers are very anti. we deserve our own little space too <3 come join my server or else /lh

[uncanny-tranny]

The idea that trans people in "safe states" shouldn't still fight for their rights isn't the right thing to do, I think. In fact, I'd caution against complacency. We have to ensure that safe states stay safe states. You cannot assume your rights when they are being taken away in many other states

[charles-leclerc-official]

For a fic title:

My boyfriend’s cats hate me

My Boyfriend’s Cats Hate Me

Charles and Max have been together for almost a full season. Once winter break hits they decide to try living together for those few months. It's perfect. At least that's what Charles thought.

At least until moving day arrives and Charles isn't even allowed near the bed by Sassy, while Jimmy manages to scratch his hand while Charles is just trying to give him a treat.

Max assures Charles that the cats will accept him, just give them time.

Time makes it worse. One morning Jimmy knocked Charles' breakfast right off the table. Sassy takes up what is supposed to be his side of the bed and only scratches his linens.

Charles spends the next few months trying to win the favor of two cats that seem intent on driving him insane, or killing him, or both, to be honest it's probably both.

All the while he and Max try to navigate their new chaos of their living situation.

Anon this is a good one, you are on to something!

this post for ask game

[ophelliate]

So I have an AU idea.

[the-bi-space-ace]

I swing wildly between the sweetest most tooth-rotting fluff to ever exist and blood curdling traumatizing bleeding out on a dirt road angst. There is no in between.

[ettadunham]

sometimes i remember the hunger games and how nobody actually paid attention to what was in those books