#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

[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!!!!!!

[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. 

[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

[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

[godofstupidsentences]

You’re crying. It’s one am and you’re crying because of a fanfiction

[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

[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.

[fenkizard]

Wild kratts one shot short fic (please mind the tags. It’s mainly violence and injury)

This fic was more or less both practice for fight scenes as well as a precursor to my au. I want to establish that the boys are going off canon in a way because they can and will throw hands if need be. They don’t like to, but they will

[s0uth3park]

How to make Tweek x Craig even better:

Have Tweek say “What about Thomas?” instead of “What about Michael?”.

[ettadunham]

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

[mnh-wrks]

obkk prompt #1

AU: post-canon, alive!Obito

One of the conditions for Obito to be released from prison is to have his eyes removed and sealed away. What Obito didn’t know was during the surgery to remove them, they would also gave him Kakashi’s left eye as instructed by the Sixth Hokage. Kakashi wants Obito to have the chance to be able to see the world and redeem himself.

Something about seeing the world through someone else's eyes, something about finding yourself in a new era, something about reconstructing an old answered question, something.

[occasionallyprosie]

What are your LU/LOZ First headcanons?

Personality, trauma responses, family role (big brother, father, only child, etc), favorite foods/colors/season, anything!

I've never written First before, I don't see that much of him either and I'm working through fanon stuff while waiting for my paycheck to get the Hyrule Historia(is it Hystoria?), but I'd love to hear your headcanons for him!

[breannasfluff]

Wind is delighted when they land in his era. Granted, they aren’t on Outset Island, but Tetra responds to the gossip stone and changes direction to pick them up. They will camp on the sand tonight, but the island is full of fruit and a small pond provides fresh water.

Best of all, they are by the sea. He’s practically vibrating by the time Sky dumps his bags and joins him by the edge of the beach. “Ready to go?”

“You bet!” He runs down the incline of sand, flapping and pushing off to get in the air. The sea breeze is quick to pick up under his wings, lifting him easily. Sky follows, much more graceful in the air. He continues to a higher altitude where he can drift on the winds.

Wind stays lower, dipping to skim above the waves. If he times it right, he can run his fingers through the water. Granted, it means the tips of his wings dip in slightly, but the tropicbird is well adapted to water. He has to preen more than the others, but water rolls off his feathers with ease.

The others play on the beach but don’t get wet past putting their feet in. They’re always twittering about wet feathers and running for shelter at the first drop of rain. Sky makes sense—in a backward sort of way. What use is a seabird that can’t get wet?

The frigatebird pointed out this wasn’t an issue in Skyloft and his soaring wings come in handy for the long jumps between islands. It doesn’t mean Wind isn’t going to tease him anyway.

The rest of the flock put up far more fuss than is needed, in his opinion. Their wings may not stay as dry as his, but they also aren’t diving into the ocean. Speaking of…Wind angles his wings in a tight turn, fixing his gaze on a crab below the water. With a deep breath, he dives, wings slicing through the water. His nostrils plug automatically and the depth isn’t a bother.

He can dive to about 20 feet; much further than the others. The momentum of his dive carries him within reach of the crab and he grabs it by a back leg, keeping free of the pinchers. When he reaches the surface he spreads his wings, floating in the warm water.

“Wild! Look!” He holds the crab up for the magpie to see before kicking to shore. In an emergency, he can take off from the water, but he’s close enough to float in and hop off the bottom. He shakes his wings slightly as he leaves the water. Despite the dive, they haven’t soaked through to weigh him down.

Grinning, he passes the crab to Wild and takes off, swooping low over the waves to look for more. Sky is still high above, wings locked in a lazy circle. He might be napping, so Wind keeps an eye on him between dives.

Four more crabs are added to Wild’s slate before Wind abandons diving. He gives a flock call, ending in a questioning chirp. Come join , it says.

Time leaves his bag to take off, which means Twilight follows him. The others do as well and soon everyone is in the air, chirping and darting back and forth as they play. The sea winds make it easy to rise and fall. Sky—not asleep—dips lower and joins them with a smile.

Four chases Wild; the two chirping away at each other and using the others as half-obstacles, half-shields. Wind ducks in and out of their path, leading to periodic screeches as they try to backpedal.

They are so busy playing that the dark clouds have rolled in before Wind realizes. Tropical rains are quick to arrive on the islands and now is no different. One moment the sky is darkening, and the next sheets of water are filling the air.

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