#yandere linked universe x oc

[gliphyartfan]

I've been thinking about this a bit and wanted to know your opinion, but every time they involve Reader and The Chain in an isekai, Reader knows the Links from video games.

But what if she/he/they knew about The Chain through The videogames, the comic and the writings it reads on Tumblr, just like we do? A Yandere content writer or consumer of said content, Reader will know how to read the signs and avoid becoming obsessed with she/he/they

Or no

Or you can choose to make them obsess over You, why go back to the stress of modern life where everyone is doing everything they can to survive? Why not just stay and pretend ignorance? Why not be pampered to the extreme and never lift a finger again? Sorry for the people who got hurt in your name, but you didn't know any of them deeply and you didn't witness the scene either, so why bother with something that doesn't affect your new life? Of course You would have to pretend to be stubborn so they don't suspect And being very good to them, but that is already returning the affection they give you, a reward for what they do for you...,all that sounds much better than worrying about working, saving, paying bills...

this is such a juicy premise, won’t lie. A self-aware Reader who knows everything about the Chain.

Like…Wild would blush furiously if they casually mentioned cooking all the stat-boosting meals he used to make.

Or Legend would probably be smug if they quoted his exploits from the games or stories or how people talk about his adventure decades after they were told.

Hyrule might be freaked out at first (like, people know of his journey??? People know about HIM???) but would eventually see it as proof Reader was meant to know them on a deeper level.

and all of them would take it as a personal challenge to live up to every expectation Reader’s have of them.

Now…let’s think about it a bit

Reader would know exactly what’s happening when they catch the boys watching them too closely, when their protective behavior ramps up, or when they subtly isolate Reader from others. They’ve read this all before, heck, Reader might’ve even written about it.

They’d immediately try to keep a safe distance, avoiding favoritism or letting them get too close. But let’s face it, The Chain isn’t going to let that happen. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

They’d be hyper away if Reader’s behavior. The second they start acting evasive, they’ll probably see it as a sign that they’re scared of something and need even more of their ‘protection.’

They might ‘accidentally’ stumble upon Reader’s escape attempts, but make it look natural enough that Reader can’t tell if they are actually aware of their attempt or if they actually stumbled upon them.

Now~ if Reader either consumed or written yandere content, then they are painfully aware of how the chain react to resistance. Every attempt to push them away just makes them cling tighter. Reader is caught in the trap of knowing too much, and that knowledge doesn’t make it any easier to escape.

In fact, Reader would probably overthink the chain’s habits and words and stuff like that (if they are an overthinker.)

Hyrule’s innocent smile, Legend’s sharp tongue, Warriors’ charming words. They ARE genuine.

But they’re also all masks, and Reader would know it. But they also know that the chain will use every trick in the book to keep them if they get a hint that Reader wants to leave.

If they ever find out Reader knew about them from games, comics, and fanfiction? Oh, it’s over. They’ll think it’s destiny, that Reader was meant to be theirs.

Like, I can genuinely see Sky say something like ‘You’ve always known us,” and he’s say it with a gentle, almost eerie smile. “You were always meant to be here.”

And everyone KNOWS if Sky makes such a decision, then they are ALL gonna be stubborn too.

And…

if Reader DECIDES to play along, well can anyone blame them?

Modern life is stressful. Bills, jobs, societal expectations, don’t even get them started on the chaos around the world.

it’s all exhausting. Reader would realize they could have a life of comfort and adoration if they just… stop fighting it.

Sure, they might have some murderous tendencies, but Reader’s read enough fanfiction to know how to keep them happy. Play along, stay on their good side, and reap the benefits of being their one and only obsession.

And if Reader is an introverted who doesn’t like being near too many people and prefers to stay home. Then even better for them! (Both Reader and the Chain)

Reader would make a conscious effort to pretend ignorance. When Wild smiles just a little too widely or Twilight’s growls seem directed at someone standing too close to them, They even feign obliviousness when they see a bit TOO much red on their clothes. (Though Reader would probably find a way for them to NOT kill anyone. Beat the hell out of? Sure no problem. Kill? eeeeh…not so much.)

Reader would reward their affection with kindness. compliments, gratitude, maybe even initiating a hug now and then. It keeps them sated, like giving treats to a pack of overprotective wolves. (Twilight is definitely doing the growly growls of happiness when Reader runs their fingers through his hair.)

Like…Reader knows they’ve probably already done a lot of terrible things in their name, but… well…Reader didn’t witness it, and it doesn’t affect their day-to-day life. It’s easy to compartmentalize when they treat them like royalty, their sole focus on keeping Reader happy.

Time would bring them tea, Warriors would ensure they’d never uncomfortable, and Sky offers you soft, soothing music. Wild hums and cooks. Why go back to stressing about rent when Reader can have this?

I mean…they’d have to pretend to be stubborn at times, just enough to keep the chain from getting suspicious. Let’s face it, if Reader is too accommodating, they might worry they’re hiding something or question why they aren’t more wary.

The trick is to keep them believing Reader is slowly being won over. Let them think their affection is working, and they’ll continue pouring their energy into doting on them rather than spiraling into paranoia.

[eternadreeblissa]

Where... Where am I?...

Darkness created from the boulders and rocks that tower above and cloud the skies, I feel I am in a cave. And the only source of light, was through the shrooms and fungi that glow within this place.

I raised myself from where I laid, the heaviness of my body weighed on me yet it did not stop me from composing myself, until eventually, I can stand on my own two feet.

Where is this place? Is this a dream?..

And then, I heard a voice. Alongside the strumming of a harp.

A voice so gentle and soothing, like a lullaby.. In a language so foreign yet also so familiar to me...

My head turned to the source, as if hypnotized by command from a siren. I closed my eyes in wonder, relishing the music flowing within my ears, before treading forward the dark path ahead.

Before me, was an opening, carved like a ragged archway. And beyond what lies there, is a girl with golden hair showered in the light from the large cracked opening in the distant sky.

A girl? What is she doing here?

...And she looks rather familiar...

For a moment, I did not move much. I allowed myself to listen in, enjoying the melody which her fingers and voice play in harmony. Before slowly, I walked up to her. I dared not rush, for I do not want to startle her and ruin such calming melody. And so, with every step I take, not a sound of even the soft ground beneath my feet would scratch, as I slowly advance forward until I was a meter away.

She had not noticed my presence even once. Seemingly immersed in her melody.

But that's alright. I am but a mere bystander. And all I wish is to enjoy the melodies she plays for whomever. Even if she may not see me, I don't mind staying here for a little while.

Yet, now that the distance had shrunk greatly from where I once stood, my eyes had widened upon recognition on who this was..

"...Zelda?"

...

...Thankfully, the song had ended, when I accidentally uttered her name. It seemed I was correct, as the face she made when she turned to me was one of shock.

"You..."

She... Knows me? No.. She *remembers* me?

"Zelda... What are you doing in here? Should you not be in the village of Skyloft?" The words had slipped from my lips..

"I.. I was just playing in peace in here for only a moment. That is all..." She turned from me, cradling her harp with her crestfallen face. "But... What of you? Why are you here?"

"I've come to find you. I was looking for you everywhere." Was I? Since when?

"I see... I'm sorry for worrying you." She stood and smiled apologetically to me. And then, her face had suddenly morphed into an expression of worry. "No... Wait. We shouldn't be speaking to each other."

"...Pardon?" My thoughts exactly.

"Hylia... Hylia will come for you." She shook her head, her eyes squeezed shut as she grabbed my hands.

"Ava, please, go! Immediately! Please leave Skyloft at once!"

"L-Leave?" I was taken aback. To where? Do I even have the means to depart from a sky island like Skyloft?

"I-I'm sorry. Please go, please leave me here before she—" her pleas were cut off, as her knees had weakened and landed on the earth.

"Sun." I called her. But why Sun? Is it because.. "Sun, I would not blame you for any of this, for any of what would happen. Even if you yourself truly wish for my demise, I know it was only—"

Static. The sounds had been muffled and it's harder to hear. I'm not sure what to make of the rest that transpired.

Yet if there was anything I could at least make out...

"I... I only wanted Sky and I to be happy.. How did it turn out like this? I'm so sorry, A—..."

...Zelda was in conflict with Hylia. A division.

Have I... Done something?

I could not linger on my thoughts for long, nor can I even ask any of the questions I wish to address at least to myself within my own mind. As the sounds of a bell echoed from the skies and Zelda hitched her last breath beneath me. I wish not for her to be alone... "Sun.. I forgive you." I held her close to me, as the light blinded me.

[my-insanity-is-an-artform]

The OC Switch - Portals

I was supposed to write about Teatime. Wild wanted to meet Aaliyah and now it's nearly 5am. Rip to me I guess.

@neverchecking, I hope I did your girl at least a bit of justice but this is from Wild's pov so I'm blaming him.

Wild shook his head lightly as he stepped out of the portal. Every portal was always a little disorientating even with his experience of Sheikah Tech. The feeling of being magically transported through time and space was vastly different to the colder electric feeling of moving from shrine to shrine.

Rolling his shoulders to remove the vestiges of discomfort, he pulled the Sheikah Slate from his belt and glanced at it, frowning. The map was acting oddly. In most Hyrules, all it showed was static and the same blank page he’s had at the very beginning of his adventure. In his own Hyrule and in Cal’s, the map was filled out and clear, providing up-to-date information regarding the weather and the time.

This place however made the map glitch and a box popped up stating ‘CONNECTION ERROR’.

Which had never happened before.

Time finally stepped through the portal and it fizzled out behind him. “Sound off.”

Various voices called out, but Wild didn’t, too distracted as he poked at the screen.

“Wild and I are here.” Cal reported quietly. He’d been standing quietly next to Wild, curiously glancing over his shoulder.

“Wild? Is there something wrong?” Time turned to the two which also made the whole group turn towards them.

Cal shifted uneasily. They had only picked up the Hero of Calamity a few weeks back and he still had a habit of freezing up whenever attention focused on him. He’d loosened up, but there was still a ways to go.

Wild jabbed at the screen again. “My slate’s being weird. This isn’t my Hyrule, at least according to this, but it’s glitching.”

Suddenly, a bolt of light connected with a nearby tree, leaving a scorch mark and causing every single person to draw their sword.

“Identify Yourselves!” A feminine voice demanded. Both Wild and Cal froze.

The voice was familiar. Too familiar.

“Who are you to make demands when you attacked first?” Warriors said, taking a step forward only to pause when a woman stepped out from behind another tree, pointing a glowing bow directly at his head.

“Princess Zelda?” “Your highness?” Both Wild and Cal spoke at the same time, but denial shot through them.

This Zelda was clearly a bit older than either of theirs. Her hair was pulled back into a long braid, showing off the almost lightning-like scars that trailed up the right side of her face like a warped mirror of Wild’s own scars. The scars ran down her neck and under the sensible tunic and leather combination most travellers wore.

There was also the way this woman held herself. Confident without excess and comfortable enough with the bow that it held steady even as eleven swords were pointed awkwardly in her direction.

She looked like their Zeldas, but it was very obvious she wasn’t.

She glanced at them both briefly. “You are certainly neither of my heroes if you call me by that name. You came from a portal reeking of darkness. Identify yourselves else prove yourselves a threat to this land.”

“My name is Time and these are my companions. We are seeking the one who is making these portals and transporting monsters through them. Please, we mean you no harm.” Time sheathed his sword and held up his hands. “We also seek the Hero of this land. We believe that Hylia has called him to defend Hyrule once more just as she has with each of us.”

The woman snorted. “I have two heroes of courage under my protection and they shall come only if they wish. She can come down here and ask them herself if she wishes to toy with either of them.”

Sky and First looked as if they desperately wanted to object, but since she was still pointing a glowing arrow at Warriors’ head, they both bit their tongues and tried to still their impulses.

Still her eyes caught on the aborted movement and she stared at them. Something had caught her attention and her eyes narrowed.

“Is that the Master Sword?”

The group tensed as Sky nodded. She stared for a moment then nodded. “Then step forward and put it on the ground. We’ll see if you are who you claim to be.”

Cautiously, Sky took a few steps past Warriors and jammed the Master Sword into the ground before retreating to Warriors’ side. Her eyes squinted at him but let him remain next to the other.

Wild cast his eyes about as each of his brothers all shifted uneasily. They’d been thrown off guard by her appearance and knowledge and it was hard to make a choice. She hadn’t been entirely unreasonable. They had come from a dark portal and it was eleven to one. It wasn't unreasonable that she wanted to defend herself.

And she claimed she had two heroes to protect. How in the name of all the gods had that happened?

The woman smoothly approached the Master Sword and pressed a knee against the blade which glowed and let out a strange chime.

The woman glanced down at it and softened. “I suppose you can vouch for all of them, Fi?”

The sword chimed again and Wild nearly dropped his sword. Just who the hell was this woman?!

The sword chimed once more then dimmed and fell silent.

All tension in the woman dissipated and the bow vanished in a flicker of light. She wrapped a hand around the handle and pulled it easily from the ground. She smiled softly as she tested it’s weight, like she was greeting an old friend. “I apologise for my behaviour, but we’ve had issues with imposters recently and word of these portals unleashing strange monsters has everyone on edge.” She looked up towards him and Cal. “I take it neither of your Zeldas had visions when she was a child?”

“Visions?” Wild asked weakly. Next to him Cal tensed up, clearly uncomfortable with this woman who looked so much like their Zelda looking at them.

Her ear flicked, but her expression stayed gentle. “I had visions when I was younger. And a major personality change if your Zeldas are anything like the one we have to deal with.” Exasperation was clear in her voice.

“What are you talking about?” Wind burst out, voicing the thought they were all thinking.

“Oh, sorry. My name is Tia and I am a version of Zelda, specifically your Zelda.” She pointed at Wild.  He couldn’t help but stare. This woman was supposed to be a version of his Zelda. Like Cal was a version of him specifically. Impossible.

Tia smiled wryly. “I know it sounds complicated, but the long and short of it is when I was seven, I had visions of Ganon and what I assume was your adventure. I got brief glimpses at the other heroes, some clearer than others but you were the main one. A few months ago, my Hyrule merged with another version of Hyrule that was on a similar timeline. We’d both gone through the Calamity and… some other factors which I promise I will explain in a better location.” She added hurriedly before Wild could interrupt. “The main difference between our Hyrules was me and the consequences of my actions versus an additional Champion in the other Hyrule, a Sheikah Champion.”

Wild and Cal couldn’t help but tense up at the idea of another champion. One they could’ve failed and probably had in this version of Hyrule.

“Her name is Aaliyah and she basically attached to the hip with Link. Well, that version of Link we refer to as Sage and my original version we usually call Champ. The convergence was very confusing, but the end result was some people merged with their counterparts, others remained separate due to the fact they were too different or.. not dead really.” Tia explained, finishing awkwardly.  

“What do you mean not dead?” Warriors asked with a baffled expression.

Tia’s expression wavered for a moment then she licked her lips and looked directly at Wild. “The champions. Revali, Mipha, Daruk and Urbosa. They’re alive alongside others like your sister. I saved them.”

Wild felt the world go blurry. The champions? Alive?

And… a sister?

The world went dark.

Ten minutes later, Wild had recovered enough to walk back to Tia’s encampment. She was leading them next to Time and Warriors, who’d seemingly forgiven her for holding him hostage, discussing the portals. He noticed she kept glancing back at him worriedly.

He wished she’d stop.

Cal hovered by his side. It’d been hard at first, confronted with a version of himself that had won. But something about the other had him sliding him into the same place in his heart where he kept all of his brothers.

And now…

“Why didn’t you tell me we have a sister?” Wild asked quietly.

Cal winced and his lips pursed. He blinked several times and steeled himself. “I… I had hoped you would at least remember her a little bit. I haven’t seen her since I joined the knights.”

It was clearly a sensitive subject and Wild was no stranger to those. He dropped it.

But something else bugged him. “Do you have a Sheikah Champion?”

Cal shook his head. “No, we only have five of us plus the Princess. The Sheikah never had a champion.”

Guess that was something else different about this Hyrule. “Wonder what she’s like? Zel-Tia said they were attached at the hip to her version of us.”

Cal hummed in agreement before a loud laugh in interrupted all conversations through the whole group.

“GET HIS ASS SUNSHINE!”

This voice was again familiar. A little rougher but still undeniably his own voice.

Tia’s shoulders slumped. “I’ve been gone for twenty minutes. What on Farore’s Green lands have they been up to?” She muttered before breaking into a light jog.

Bursting from the tree line, Wild saw a version of himself, older and more ragged with shorter hair and a strange black arm, laugh as yet another version, one with longer hair and similar arm bands, wiggle helplessly in the grasp of the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his life.

She had gorgeous short white hair like moonlight on snow. Her lean body seemed to weave through the air like she was the wind itself. Her smile lit up her entire face and Wild swore not even stars would outshine the gold in her eyes. He could see the way her muscles flexed under her silken dark skin as she casually tossed the wiggling counterpart directly into the river.

Gods, he wished that was him.

Cal let out a small quiet noise like a mouse being stepped on.

Wild nodded in agreement.

Yeah, he felt that.

The gorgeous Sheikah stood on the edge of the river, arms raised in victory as she laughed brightly. The sunlight seemed dim in comparison.

“Who the hell are these guys?” The growl of his own voice grabbed his attention for a moment and he glanced to see Tia linking her arm with the rougher version of himself and giving it a light squeeze. He seemed to be glaring directly at him and Cal who was still glancing at the Sheikah.

“Link, this is Link, Link, Link, Link, Link, Link, Link, Link, Link, Link, and Link. They're heroes from past eras.” She said entirely with an innocently straight face, pointing to each of them in turn. He adjusted his arm around her shoulders and pinned her to his side, angling her away from them.

“What.”

“Those portals with the monsters apparently connect to other times which is why I felt like I recognised some of them. These heroes have been dragged around trying to find the culprit.” Tia leaned against him.

The counterpart glared briefly at the group then down at her. “I thought you were talking to a korok.” He growled again.

She poked him in the forehead. “Well, maybe if you didn’t terrify the poor things, I would’ve brought one of you along but since you all decided to set fire to the Lost Woods...”

He slumped under the weight of her stare and seemed to grumble under his breath. "That was an accident."

Wild would’ve paid more attention as Time introduced himself properly, but it was stolen by the way the pretty Sheikah woman was now yelling at the river.

“Come back out here and face me!” Her voice was sweet like a bird song that could listen to for hours.

There was an explosion of water as the long haired version popped out from under the surface.

“Hey. Hey. Hey, Aaliyah~ Guess what I’ve got.”

Aaliyah. Even her name was beautiful.

She crossed her arms and smirked before she paused and pointed down at the possible hero who’s grin only got wider.

“If that’s fish you’re about to throw at me, I will make you eat it raw.”

“Close but no.” And with that, he threw an octorok at her.

Letting out a shriek, there was a flash of steel as she elegantly sliced the creature in two with her sword then gracefully launched herself at the cackling hero, sword left in the ground.

Wild felt the air leave his lungs in a rush.

That was amazing.

“YOU DAMN FUNGUS!” The ragged one tore after him as well, the water becoming a swirl of white foam and splashing.

Tia sighed and moved to pick up Aaliyah’s sword. “Honestly, I’m just impressed he caught one.”

Honestly, Wild was just plain impressed.

___

Tia can be Queen of Hyrule or she can fully corral the trio. She's good but no one's that good.

Wild is just like fully got the rose-tinted glasses on and so does Cal while Sage immediately has their number.

[my-insanity-is-an-artform]

I love this, I love Aaliyah. She needs so much therapy and I am so concerned for her.

I love your writing. The death parts were morbidly fascinating. I need more.

Eye of the Storm

ITS HERE I DID IT

Y'all have been feeding me with your own OC's writing and I finally am returning the favor (If any of you are interested at all lmao). So here it is, Part 1 of Aaliyah's (And eventually Sage's) backstory.

CW: Mentions of childhood abuse including whipping, graphic depiction of death and resurrection, canon typical violence.

It’s never something subtle. 

If she ever had the choice between refusing the memories, as sharp and biting as they are when they appear, she would. If she ever had the choice between throwing away all that had bred her a title soaked in bile and blood, she’d do it. If she ever had any choice in this bittersweet life that was both simultaneously too long and yet short lived, she’d take it. 

But that was the funny thing about destiny, wasn’t it?  That you never really had any choice in the matter. Every choice you could’ve possibly made was made up for you already. It was all some sick cruel game that those in the heavens played in a form of twisted entertainment. Expectant that every mortal scurrying under their feet like ants would fall in line or be crushed for disobedience. 

She had disobeyed once. 

That was something, in a cruel twist of fate, with its dark humor and rotten jokes, that she remembered vividly. She couldn’t recall her mother’s face, or the way her father’s voice sounded, or if she ever had those in her life at all, but she could remember that start of the downward spiral. Of how out of control it had gotten. How the figurative hourglass they had given themselves shattered and sand slid through their broken and bloody fingers faster than they could cradle their broken hope to their chest. 

Her duty, first and foremost, was to the Crown. To King Rhoam and his daughter, Princess Zelda. The Sheikah were ever loyal followers, blind to a fault to their flaws, and she was trained to be the same. No, not the same. She was groomed and shaped to be their best. 

The prophecies in stories and carvings in loose stone portrayed a beast foul and relentless, power beyond anything this generation, not the one prior, had seen before. A power comparable to the ones the heroes of old had faced in their times; whether it be ones aiming to cast everlasting twilight over the world, shrouding it in dark magic, or ones trapped in demonic masks doing everything to bring their world, and moon, crashing down upon themselves. One that would soon be upon them.  

An older woman, Chief at the time if she remembers correctly, had successfully swayed the naive and arrogant king while he was still young and foolish. Persuading him that Champions, warriors blessed with gifts and abilities far more advanced than anything he would see in his life, were to be chosen. To fight for him like valiant sacrifices, piloting technology that not even the Sheikah themselves fully understood. He had agreed and on her third birthday, she was crowned the Sheikah Champion. 

In a small blessing, perhaps mercy, she did not quite recall all the ‘training’ they had put her through in order to hone her abilities for the role. In a mocking laugh, the scars on her skin spat back enough hints for her to guess. Lines upon lines painting her back and upper spine, thin lines that have long since dulled white. Swipes along her stomach and rib cage that have sealed, leaving only taught skin in their wake. Wide slits on her forearms, evident she did not go down without a fight before wilting into cries of sorrow for her pitiful soul. 

But the worst has to be on her chest. 

She remembered it. 

Starting at the base of the left side of her torso, it crawled up in a crackled line, leeching across sun-kissed skin, until meeting the edge of the right side of her collarbone. It was what kept her up at night, fingers tracing the raised edges as she clearly went through every play by play of that fateful night. 

How they had been caught so off guard, following the princess to another attempt of unlocking her powers. How her and the blond knight had accompanied the other, either in support or by duty she couldn’t recall. How nothing came of the wasteful trip.

She sometimes wondered what it would’ve been like, had she not been born Sheikah. She wouldn’t wish her position unto anyone else, but some days, when she had found a tree with tall enough branches and thick enough foliage no one could find her, she thought. Thought about being blessed a Rito, with feathers rich and thick-- mostly likely a white or brown color-- , free to travel anywhere her heart desired using only the wings on her arms. Thought about being graced with a Zora’s body, all lean muscles and smooth scales, flowing wherever the water decided. Thought about being consecrated as an unbreakable Goron with a body made of stone, steady and unyielding to everything thrown her way. 

Alas, she was none of these things. She was simply a Sheikah.

A Sheikah meant to be the picture of ethereal grace and terrifying prowess. A Sheikah with the ability to harness rune extraction and the consequent rune usage. But in a mocking turn of events, not even she could’ve prepared for the sudden laughter surrounding them. High chimed and insulting, echoing in one round after another. 

Training was a bittersweet memory to her. The muscle memory it had ingrained into her kept her alive, but it had taken something so precious in return. She had no memories of her childhood, because she simply didn’t have one. Any bits she scrumaged together were of early mornings, practicing swordplay in front of the rising sun. Of late mornings spent running along the village’s walkways while other Sheikah welcomed the start of their day. Of midday sparring sessions against teams of exponentially increasing numbers. Of early evenings spent worrying herself over languages that weren’t her own and history about wars she would never fight in. Of late nights spent in the dying light of an oil lamp, hands held in another set of calloused ones, that were scorchingly warm when compared to hers, too scared to speak above a gentle whisper in fear of being caught and torn away from the only worthwhile being in her life. Those memories, centered around flowers that shined the color of a cloudless sky and hair that put golden threads to shame, were her favorites. 

They made the harsh realities easier to swallow. He made it worth it. 

His eyes were wide with the fear of uncertainty, darting from where the Princess stood, paralyzed by her own terror, to the Sheikah, watching her every move. She could feel his eyes follow her hands as she grabbed at the stone tablet that rested on her hips. There were multiple options she was faced with here, especially with the skills acquired from years of practice, but only one option saved him. And, by correlation, the princess as well. 

He had made so much worth everything. Every scrape, nick, gash, burn, and bruise worth the hits that formed them. All the sleepless nights spent riding from place to place, offering deals or favors to placate the beings of Hyrule in return for their own share of rewards. The hours spent patching wounds, both her own and his, and handling the stress that arose with every battle they were faced with. 

Maybe it was the lull of his voice, harmonic and euphonias, that quelled her anxieties. Or perhaps it was the warmth of his soul, so hearty and full that it seeped out of him at any given moment. It could’ve been as simple as his touch was grounding and familiar, something she had become well acquainted with in both the dead of night, when their breaths were nothing more than sharp pants and sweat coated their bodies, and in the light of day, when they laughed in short bursts at the lengths he would allow her to go (Braiding flowers into his hair, a truly blasphemous deed). 

His hand had shot out for her wrist the second he clued into what she had decided on. She predicted he would’ve. It was who he was. She had planned for it, angling her body in a way she could push the slate into his chest, and him into the princess behind him, all while drawing her weapon with her dominant hand. Blue peaked in her peripheral vision before her focus was stolen by a flash of silver. It came down too fast for her to truly comprehend what had happened. 

The crack of her collarbone and corresponding ribs still haunted her dreams as she felt her entire torso crumble inwards. Blood immediately flooded where it shouldn’t, crawling up her throat and choking her in a gargle of misery. The burn of dirt crawling into her open wound lit her nerves on fire, adding gasoline to the spark when an outraged cry called out in pure pained disbelief at the image before him before it faded along with the rest of him.

She should’ve died there.

She sent him a silent apology. 

She promised him so much and it was all shattered in one fell swoop.

How Impa had known about her whereabouts that day remained a tight-lipped mystery to this day. Something she wasn’t even certain she wanted to know about. Not when every image of that memory was of those precious moments spent choking on her own blood, coughing it up and letting it cool on her chin only for it to clog once more in her airway. Of feeling the shards of her bones dig into her organs as that same laughter cried out victoriously around her. Of how empty she felt, laying there and waiting for her own, self-assigned, death. 

Come to think of it, she didn’t like thinking back to that aftermath either. How the agony of being moved was red-hot and molten, and how she would’ve preferred death. The feeling of no longer choking on blood but instead choking on something much thicker that invaded her nose and mouth faster than she could cough it out. Of hands pinning her in place as her vision blurred and her lungs screamed for relief before finally giving way. 

Fingers clawed at flesh in a desperate attempt at escape, warbled screams crashing against the walls of the underground hut. Whoever had a hold on her was stronger than she accounted for, squeezing against her windpipe hard enough to crush the vital organ while another hand pushed on her imploded ribcage. There were words being shouted above her, but they sounded far off and muffled. As if whatever was currently suffocating her was also making her deaf. Death would’ve been preferred. 

It would’ve been a mercy to her as years passed. Day in and day out of an agonizingly slow and searing pain as her bones rebuilt themselves. Minutes ticking by in hellish torture as skin stitched itself together. Seconds fleeting away, taking away her mind and soul with it and scattering it along the land she swore to protect, only for it to stretch her thin enough to snap and feast on her broken remains and-

“You okay, sunshine?” 

Blinking, she reeled her wandering mind back into its place, turning to face the concerned male. Those very same eyes watched her every breath, tracing her microexpressions and following her ques. 

A part of her wanted to deny him. Wanted to push it all off and lie, say she was fine. More than, in fact. 

But she had hurt him enough as was. 

Stepping closer, Aaliyah felt an easy smile twist her lips in the same way it did whenever he was there. Here. With her. Her arms wrapped around his waist as her chin settled on his own collarbone, topaz eyes looking up at him in pure adoration. One of his hands, calloused and scorchingly warm, cupped her cheek, thumb rubbing her under eye when she nuzzled into it. Every part of him fits with her. She was made for him no matter what they had tried pushing upon her. She hummed happily at his comfort, keening into the kiss he bestowed upon her forehead. 

“I’ll get there.” 

She’d make sure of it. No matter how many nights she spent stuffing her fingers into her mouth to muffle her sobs or how long she spent fighting long ingrained habits in an effort to fix herself into the most proficient version she could be for him. 

Because while her training deemed her loyalty to the crown, she gifted it to the knight who was once too shy to look her in the eye let alone make such common touches along her skin. 

He was worth it.

[wayfayrr]

hey uh. if requests r open. would it b possible to request a follow up to that self-aware-twi fic. if not thats ok i just wanted u to know i havent stopped thinking about it since i read it. altered my brain chemistry, touch-starved twilight princess link my beloved, etc etc. ur writing is top-tier <3<3<3

I think the best part about this ask is - I've had this written since early January. I actually wrote part two as a birthday gift for a good friend of mine @glowyskull <33

So this is more just me finally posting it sfbgdfbgdb. it's also funny to think that the twilight fic is my most popular fic now considering how the self aware au really started as just a really guiltily self indulgent fic - something fun to write that I didn't think could get as big as it did on my blog. and I'm glad that you liked it so much <333 whimpery touch starved twilight princess link is just so AUGH love him so

[masterlist]

“Oh you’re finally wakin up then darlin’.”

“...hmm?”

“C’mon darlin’, you can’t have forgotten what happened earlier already? Can you? Your fever - cold isn’t that bad so you can't have…”

Who’s rambling… and why does it sound so familiar?  Wait does that mean - is everything that happened earlier all real then, did link really crawl out of my tv just because he was lonely. Because I left him there, left him all on his own to rot in his own solitude. 

“Link? You - that - everything was real then? All of it?”

“All of it darlin’, from how I got out to how I’m never gonna leave ya.”

“Huh..? I could’ve sworn that you didn’t even mention anything like that…”

“Mhm, well you’re ill and still a little out of it darlin’ so you probably just forgot, you did agree though.” 

It does sound like something that I would agree to, I mean I’m the reason that he’s sentient. It would be cruel of me to throw him to the other wolves, he isn’t from here but besides even that, he isn’t from here. He doesn’t know how this world works, it would be worse than sending a dog to a shelter. It would be his death sentence for certain, and after all that I put him through for a simple pause in playing. The way he’s petting my hair like this though, it’s enough to simply just wash the rest of my worries away, if I could I would spend the rest of my life right here easily.  

“About your illness though, do you have any red potion anywhere?” 

“No, no things like that don’t exist here link and the painkillers I have aren’t worth moving for.” 

“If you’re sure… I’ll go and get them for you the second you change your mind.”    

“You don’t even know where I keep them.” 

His hand paused at that, causing me to let out an involuntary whine. I couldn’t even think to stop it with how it slipped out instantly, which he seemed fond of. Cuddling me closer to his chest and resting his head on top of mine, with what felt like a giant smile on his face. 

“I can look for them, It’s not like I won’t need to learn where everything is now that I’m living with ya… besides I’ve already put you through so much stress when you’re not well.”

“You didn’t mean to link, how could you have known I was sick?”

“...I don’t know - I just - it shouldn’t have been hard to know with how you looked when you opened the game. I’m sorry love I just wasn’t even thinking I just wanted to be out, but I should’ve been more considerate to you.”

With how silent he is in the game you could never have guessed how much he likes to ramble, it’s the second or third time it’s happened since he crawled out of the glas- the glass. Are his bandages holding up, he seems fine but he’s not from here, any infection could be deadly. He wouldn’t even see it coming with how much he’s fawning over my comfort right now. 

“Link?” “Yes, darlin’?”

Oh wow, he - well he’s whipped already. Is it real love or has all that time trapped alone twisted him into this. I’d look into getting him therapy but… if he mentioned the truth then it would be a matter of seconds until he’d be diagnosed with something inaccurate. No one. No one at all would ever believe that a video game character actually broke out of their game - especially not someone like Link falling for an exhausted student like me.

“Are you feeling alright? You have so many cuts and wounds right now.”

“It’s nothing that’s worse than anything else I’ve ever had. They do feel more real though.”

“...real?”

“They feel like real wounds, not something that could be healed away in seconds and they’re just tiny scrapes.”He sounds so giddy as he’s talking about being hurt - it’s unnerving when he starts holding me even tighter when he’s saying it. I don’t think I’m ever going to be getting away from him ever again… if I wanted to. Why shouldn’t I take a chance at having a relationship though. He cares about me - he really does even if it’s unhinged - it would be so nice to come home to him, to be able to spoil him and be spoilt by him. Even being held like this feels so unreal, so impossible that I shouldn’t be here with him. So much so that I want to stay here and fall back asleep without any argument. Didn’t he even say he wanted to be my lover? Why look over a gift too closely?

[yanderelinkeduniverse]

Start of a Cycle | Part One

@gliphyartfan @imprisioned-in-the-hole @screaming-until-god-hears-me Here’s something I’ve been working on that I decided to post now before I spend another week working on the second half. (Mind the tags)

This is heavily inspired by @my-insanity-is-an-artform’s AMAZING “not zelda au,” just taken in a different direction.

Kokiri designs are heavily inspired from @earthnashes redesigns for them, specifically the ones in this post.

The sound of the wind blowing through the trees and birds chirping softly were the first things you heard when you came to. There was the feeling of warm sunlight on your skin and soft green grass under you and when you groggily opened your eyes, the you saw the sky that shade of blue you can only really see in the early morning.

A groan left you as you slowly sat up, an ear ringing headache pounding through your skull. What happened last night?

As you sat there, trying to figure out how you fell asleep in the woods of all places, all your memories of last nights events came flooding back to you.

The portal.

The dreams.

The shadow.

Your eyes widened as you realized that you had been kidnapped by a shadowy doppelgänger, literally taken in your sleep. The shock of the sudden realization has you shooting up and off of the grass, looking around frantically. To your dismay, nothing about these woods seemed familiar to you.

Okay, calm down, you thought, taking a deep breath. You tried to assess the situation calmly and look on the bright side.

For example, at least you were tied up in some dingy cabin out in the middle of nowhere!..Although that could just mean that you’re going to be hunted for sport-

Not helping!

“Alright..alright, I’m just going to walk out of these woods and find the nearest civilization,” you stated firmly, refusing to allow panic to settle in.

Setting off on foot, you headed in the direction that looked like it had the least amount of foliage, though that was hard since this forest was dense with plants. Plus, there was a thin layer of mist that seemed to cover everything like a blanket.

As you walked, you took note of how the trees were incredibly large, wide bases and trunks that grew high into the sky. You also noticed quite a few structures placed in odd places around the forest, ranging from small stone statues to wooden bridges leading to nowhere.

Is this like…a playground or something? you thought, continuing on and hoping that you were getting close to the forest’s edge.

It felt like you were working for a solid ten minutes until you ended up…exactly where you started.

“Oh come on!” you yelled up at the sky in frustration. All that time spent trecking through the foliage, getting leaves and the occasional twig stuck in your hair, and you had apparently walked in a complete circle like a dumbass!

Not a circle/You just got lost/Please don’t ever call yourself dumb

“Ugh, what do I do now?” you groaned to yourself, pacing back and forth as you contemplated going in a different direction.

A sudden giggle brought you out of your thoughts and you snapped your gaze over to the source.

Peaking out from behind a tree was what appeared to be a little girl with long green hair pulled into a long braid. You nearly yelped out of shock when you noticed the wooden antlers atop her head.

Oh my God, where did that stupid shadow drop me, you thought, eyes nearly bulging out of your head at the sight of the little girl. Well, at least you could ask her some questions.

Unfortunately, as soon as the girl noticed you noticing her, she darted off.

“H-Hey! Hold on just a minute!” you called out, immediately running after her.

You chased the young girl through a new part of the woods. There were the same large trees and statues and structures, but there were also hollowed out tree trunks that served to connect other areas.

Strangely enough, it seemed like the girl wasn’t really running from you, but rather leading you somewhere. Whenever you ran out of breath and were forced to stop, you’d always find her peaking out from the opening of another tree trunk, watching you with big open eyes.

But every time you called out to here, trying to explain how you were lost and needed help, she’d dart away as quick as lightning. And if you were pretty sure you heard her giggling more than a few times.

If it weren’t for the fact that she was incredibly fast, you’d think she was just playing a game with you.

She is/Children of the Forest/They love games

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity of running, you managed to catch up with the strange little forest girl. Or rather, she had stopped running, allowing you to catch up with her.

“Geez, kid…I’m not..as fast as you…!” you panted out, hands resting on your knees as you desperately tried to catch your breath.

When you looked up, your eyes widened as you took in just how odd this girl’s appearance was.

Wooden bark matching that of her antlers crawled up the girls arms and faun-like legs and small flowers dotted her hair and the antlers atop her head. The only piece of clothing she wore was a small, dark green cloak with a golden clasp depicting a symbol you couldn’t recognize.

Holy crap she looks magic! you thought, mouth agape as you took in her appearance. There’s no way that’s cosplay, is it?

As you studied the girl, she seemed to be studying you too. She slowly circled around you, observing your clothes and eyeing the bulge in your pocket where your phone was. When she was done, she stood right in front of you and made direct eye contact, eyes sparkling with curiosity.

“There have been visitors who come to the woods before, but I have never seen anyone like you..!” she explained, voice filled with wonder.

“Oh, uh, thanks?” you responded, wondering if that was supposed to be a compliment.

The girl smiled from ear to ear, bouncing in place a little as she squealed loudly like a kid on Christmas.

“That’s wonderful! We haven’t had anyone new come to the forest in such a long time!” The girl suddenly reached her hand out. “My name is Cyra, it’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance!”

Though a little surprised by her outburst, you politely shook the girl’s hand, giving her a smile of your own. “It’s nice to meet you too, my name’s (y/n). Could you, uh, actually tell me where I am?”

“Hm? Don’t you know if you came here?” Cyra inquired, blinking in surprise as she let go of your hand.

“Yeah I didn’t really come here as much as I was…kidnapped and dropped off here,” you stated bluntly, rubbing the back of your neck awkwardly.

Cyra looked up at you like you were crazy and you couldn’t blame her, but it was hard to come up with a better story to explain your situation when you barely understood what was going on in the first place.

“Oh no, that’s horrible! We should go ask the Great Deku Tree for help, he’ll know what to do,”Cyra advised with a determined look.

The Great…Deku Tree…? Why did that name sound familiar?

Father/You know him/He knew you

As Cyra began to walk down the path leading deeper into the forest, you in tow, you continued to wonder why that name rings a bell. It was only when Cyra pulled aside the hanging vines that blocked your way that you realized where you heard that name before.

The Great Deku Tree…was a character from the Legend of Zelda series.

At the exact moment you came to this realization, eyes widening as it dawned on you just where you were, you were greeted with the warm sight of a forest village bustling with little children that looked similar to Cyra, except they lacked her cloak. Alongside them you spotted a multitude of little wood babies running around and playing with the bigger kids.

And not too far off distance, you finally saw the top branches of a truly humongous tree, the Great Deku Tree himself if your hunch was correct.

“Come on, let’s go!” Cyra chirped happily, not noticing your internal plight.

You swallowed thickly, a nervous sweat building up on your forehead, and nodded slightly.

Oh Christ, how did I get into this situation?

[moonyhasmanyanimals]

All right. Torture my drafts with me

Idea from @yandereunsolved

[cosymelody]

Hello! The name's Melody and welcome to my page!

Request Status: Open!

I write for the fandoms I enjoy and I would love to have suggestions and requests for writing! I’ll write images, drabbles, oneshots, and headcannons.

Rules, Masterlist, etc. ⬇︎

I will do:

Nsfw

Yandere

x Readers (Platonic or Romantic)

Gore

...

I will NOT do:

Incest

Noncon

Religious themes

Pedophilia (child reader/characters)

Zoophilia

Explicit abuse

Drug usage/abuse

Yandere x reader is red

Non-Yandere x reader is green

Headcanons are marked ✎

Fluff is marked ☁︎

Angst is marked ☹︎

NSFW is marked ⚠︎

Linked Universe

Headcanons

Humans are Hylian Space Orcs with Yan! Chain ✎

Yan! Chain with HSO!Dom! Reader ✎

Seperate

Time

Nothing yet

Twilight

Nothing yet

Warriors

Nothing yet

Wild

Nothing yet

Wind (platonic)

Nothing yet

Legend

Nothing yet

Hyrule

Nothing yet

Four

Yan!Four with Masked!Reader Pt. 1, Pt. 2, Pt. 3, Pt. 4 ☹︎☁︎

Sky

Soft Yan!Sky with a sleepy reader ☁︎

Yan!Sky abandoning Hylia for reader ☁︎

First

Platonic Yan!First ☹︎☁︎

Fierce Deity

Nothing yet

Courage

Nothing yet

Koridai

Nothing yet

Calamity

Nothing yet

Sage

Nothing yet

Creepypasta

Linked Universe

Undertale

TF2

...

Fnaf

#Melody-writes (Headcanons/imagines/oneshots)

#Melody-art (Art/doodles)

#Melody-talks (Random asks/ramblings)

#Melody's-OC-Haven (Oc stuff)

Feel free to ask any questions about me or my OCs! Special anons are more than welcome as well!

[gliphyartfan]

Your dear double anon has returned

Anyway, I hope you had a good night's sleep and breakfast, because I'm back with more thoughts on LU I had this at 4am when I couldn't sleep (that's exactly why this sounds so far-fetched and mixed, perhaps a little meaningless(?)

I've been thinking a lot about Villain Chain lately, you know, by cloudninetonine. Also in humans are hylian space orc reader but that comes later and thinking a lot about cloudninetonine basically since I reread his/her mess au.

This is all set in mess au, in fact.

So far I have only found three writings that involve them and I have not found any more, which is a shame, because I'm interested in the concept of when a hero is a villain and a villain is a hero, I've always been a fan of role reversals in any context.

And one of the writings I read was about how they became like this when their guide/Reader/player died and they made a huge statue for them as a tomb and they see the guide/Reader/player from the original chain and kidnap them to maintain it and so on (this no has minimal relevance, I just woke up very talkative, although I'm sure I sent you messages yesterday)

Yeah, wrong, but I've kept them in mind because, remember the yandere version of cloudninetonine's chain? Where they're older and guide/reader/player isn't really their guide/reader/player but they think it is? Well, here I came up with an interesting continuation.

guide/reader/player is not really the guide from the original chain either.

Whether it's Dark Link or Villain Chain, they corner the reader and are like 'aha! You have no escape, little guide' and with a blank expression guide simply (when the adrenaline and fear have passed), grabs the blade of the sword that is pointing at their neck and bends it.

Here is the first clue that something is wrong, if it is Dark Link, whether by this action or not, he realizes that there is something wrong with the guide, it is not as he remembers it. If it is Villain Chain, there is bewilderment because the guide who described that shadow that plans to betray them did not resemble the guide they had before them who was not affected by magic, potions or weapons.

is not the guide that Dark Link remembers or that he described to Villain Chain because it turns out that is not the guide either, Reader is a guide but not of that specific chain.

Either because Hylia was confused or she searched for a stronger guide/Reader to stop Dark Link she simply looked for a Reader/Guide who she felt had even a modicum of power over the Hylians and found Guide/Reader from Human are Hylians Space Orc.

But that's where my train of thought ends.

Looking back after getting a proper night's sleep and reading this out loud, I feel like this was so far-fetched but my tired, sleep-deprived brain couldn't figure it out in time.I'm not particularly satisfied with these ideas, but perhaps I'll salvage something for the future.

Or maybe I'm thinking of ideas for a Villain Guide/Reader/player getting to know everyone, seeing as how no one has really done anything like this and some players can be evil in video games.

—double anon (since you already know my problem with Tumblr and the fact that I have to send at least two messages for one to arrive, I wasn't sure if I should give myself a name because my attention span It's null and void and I bounce from fandom to fandom every week. and I disappear the moment I decide to give myself a anon name, but I've been paying attention to Linked Universe for over a month, and I think that's reason enough to know that I won't disappear anytime soon, although I have your Tumblr profile saved in my Google bookmarks anyway so I'll still come visit even if it disappears)

This is a doozy. (Quite the long one, tad overwhelming. 😅) I’m not that familiar with villain chain? Let’s see what I can do with what I can figure out.

One thing I realized is that When Reader sees how the Villain Chain practically worships them, they’re baffled.

To this Reader, adventure games are meant to be just that, games.

The idea that she’d be revered as an actual deity is unsettling, and she’s torn between keeping up the act to protect herself or leveling with them. If she lets on that she isn’t their Guide, the Chain only becomes more obsessed, deciding she needs saving from whatever memories she’s ‘lost.’

And if she realized the Chain has suffered from the loss of THEIR Guide, Reader tries to gently reason with them, perhaps offering compassion?

Big mistake sadly. The moment they show even a hint of softness, the Chain decides Reader has truly “returned” to them. They double down on their devotion, misinterpreting kindness as affection, and it fuels their possessiveness.

To jog ‘memories,’ the Villain Chain might recreate locations or scenes from the past with the old Guide.

They could go to absurd lengths ya know, clearing whole areas, painting fake backdrops, even dressing up in the same worn, ragged clothes they had when they met the Guide. Reader plays along, but she’s constantly trying to figure out an escape plan, as she now knows nothing she says or does will convince them she’s not their Guide.

The Chain takes turns watching Reader, monitoring her behavior for signs that she’s “returning” to them. This means Reader can hardly go anywhere without someone at her side or in the shadows. Even a sigh or a glance could be analyzed endlessly.

Twilight would try to remind Reader of the old days by isolating her in forests or mountainous regions, telling tales of their past escapades.

He thinks being in these familiar places will awaken her ‘true self.’ But when this doesn’t work, he only becomes more frustrated, insisting that Reader must remember and that her real memories are just buried.

Hyrule would repeatedly try to heal Reader, convinced they’re suffering from some curse.

Every time Reader resists or tells him to stop, he assumes it’s the curse talking and only becomes more insistent, going as far as sneaking healing spells while she’s asleep or distracted.

[eternadreeblissa]

"You were gone for more than a month Link!" She reasoned. "I waited for you for as long as I could but I couldn't just stand in the castle forever when my father hasn't returned!"

"Yeah, and you went and took the glory all for yourself while you were at it."

"I was looking all over for you as I journeyed Link. I wouldn't have known you were trapped inside that mirror for who knows how long!"

"Because you didn't bother to look hard enough!"

"Maybe you wouldn't have been trapped if you weren't so busy trying to get another kiss from a noblewomen."

Fists clenched.

"That so called guide you call of an intruding fairy didn't help you at all; in fact all she did was stall you in your journey did she? She didn't have a lot of magic or powers with her, and as someone outside of our world what can she do?"

"Didn't have a lot of magic?..." "So you noticed— you knew she was weak. And you took advantage of her condition and sealed her away?!"

"You're so defensive. When did you care about her so much?"

"Ever since you never spared me a glance."

!!?

"I admired you. I adored you with all my being, and I worshipped Hylia wholly. With not a speck of recognition given your way. And her? That so called 'intruding fairy' you call her gave me more than what you could ever hope to give me. Even if you gave me your power glove, or the wand of gamelon, or the entire kingdom of Gamelon and all the wealth and status I'd need you will never be able to give the one thing only Ava could do best. The one thing you will NEVER be able to compete with, and in turn I can never be yours, or be the soldier that white goddess demands of me and my brethren to be."

"Return to Ava what is rightfully hers...

...or we shall see how well your wand can compete with my glove."

The other goodies of this piece!

[thewickedweiner]

@honey-minded-hivemind @sugar-soda Chat I may have cooked

This is for a platonic yandere Steven universe/X-Men au I've joined in, we're supposed to make our own ocs for it, Sugar had made theirs, and now it's my turn :]

this is Nacre(I keep spelling it as Narce-) or Noi

They're off colored and have a slight crack, they aren't as tall as other Nacre gems, but they're tall amongst pearls, getting cracked caused Noi to have a damaged voice so they can't sing(but they are talented at playing instruments), as well as unable to form a proper weapon as it always comes out wonky. they're jumpy and tend to hold a hand over their gem, always scared it'll crack more or shatter, Noi is more sensitive, but also the one who seems to resent the Diamonds the most, likely due to something from their past, stating as much to the other Reef trio whenever diamonds are brought up "they're numb from the gem down", never elaborates on why they don't like the Diamonds or homeworld

Here's the original Doll Divine design and a little thing I did on picrew(by Lt.Cnowflake)

Doll Divine link: https://www.dolldivine.com/classic-games/gemsona-maker

Picrew link: https://picrew.me/en/image_maker/2265840

[justpoliteconversations]

Masterlist

It's slowly growing. Best to organize the trash heap before it becomes a hoarding situation.

::FANART::

Wind + War's Scarf

::LINKED UNIVERSE::

Chain

Midnight Impulses [Chain + Healer!Reader]

Comfort [Yandere!Chain + Isekai!Reader]

Small Problems [Chain + Reader]

Glory Bound [Chain + Mercenary!Reader]

Human Things [Short Skit + Reader]

Morning Grind

Sky

To Keep [Yandere!Sky x Isekai!Reader]

Time

Missed Communication [Time x Isekai!OC x Malon]

Graveyard Waltz [Deity!Reader + Fallen!Time]

Twilight

Favor [Twilight x Reader]

Four

By Omission

Gifts

Trust [Four + Veteran!Reader]

To Obtain [Yandere!Four x Isekai!Reader]

Soft Morning [Husband!Four x Reader]

Legend

Breakdown [Isekai!Reader + Legend/Marin]

Parts: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4

Of A Feather [Legend x Winged!Reader]

Hyrule

The Pinks

Fool's Bet

Warriors

The Negotiator [Reader + Mer!Warriors]

Comfort [Mer!Warriors + Reader]

Wind

Cuddles [Wind + Mother Figure]

Cuddles [Wind + Father Figure]

Misc

Olive Tree Sonnet [Warriors + Juniper (OC)]

Running Circles [Reader + ???!Link]

:: BREATH OF THE WILD::

Apple Merchant [Link x Isekai!Reader]

Parts: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6

AM Alternate Extras: Embrace

Fall Birds [Link + Reader]

Harvest Season [Reader + Link]

:: Twilight Princess ::

Unsung Hero [Link + Veterinarian!Reader]

:: Hyrule Warriors ::

Lavender Armor [Servant!Reader + Link]

[dramawiththem]

We did not expect this to be going this way, if anything, all the people that were involved in this situation were hoping to avoid talking about this in public. To not stress everybody out; we as a group decided to move on and wished to forget that this all had happened. 

Though alas, due to the recent behavior of someone involved in the situation, we had no choice but to create this document to talk about our personal experiences surrounding them and one other person. The two people in question have been kicked out of our private discord server due to their actions harming people within the server.

We're sure some of you know who they are, if not, they are Bailey (angry-trashcan) and Nikki (neverchecking), two names that you will see continuously throughout this text. Within these texts, you will be reading about what they have done both within and outside of the server, and how we hope that this will clear up any confusion or lies spread amongst the Linked Universe (LU) x Reader and Yandere LU x Reader communities.

We want to take a minute to also call out the anons; who did not respect Moss's wishes after they had explained that they no longer write for Sage. The same anons who may or may not have gone to Nikki about this should be ashamed of themselves. A boundary is not something that should be pressed and crossed, especially if the boundary has been repeated multiple times. 

The person you are interacting with is a human being, with feelings, sharing their work out of love. They’re not a bot. You can’t continuously press them for information. Especially if it forces them to step back for their mental health. To those anons, do not make excuses. Understand that your actions have consequences and can cause damage to the people within or outside of your life, be aware of what you say and do.

DISCLAIMER!

Every piece of evidence you read and/or see was used with consent from the owner.

Please understand and realize that this is NOT an invitation to harass or send death threats to any people involved in this. This is to clear up any misinformation that might've been placed in this community, so we, the server, decided to bring to light this issue and release our side of the narrative.

We want to move on from this and we know people want to know what happened. This is the only time we’re going to address this. Any and all questions about this are going to be deleted and any harassment will be swiftly dealt with and reported. 

Again, this is not an invitation to harass or send death threats to anyone who was involved in this drama. If you proceed to ignore this message, you are not any better. So please, do not engage in inappropriate behaviors.

The following evidence you are about to witness deals with NSFW, alleged predatory behavior, cheating, and racism. Be cautious when reading through the posts.

Racist Time, Abuse, Romanticization, etc.

On December 1st, 2023, in the #random-shares channel, Nikki and Bailey dropped a document consisting of their ideas regarding racist, misogynistic and homophobic stuff.

Making Wind (yes, a confirmed/canon minor) ask questions about sex then being hit by Sage. They have also made Twilight an misogynistic, hating on women; Legend being an abusive father; Time being racist and homophobic, so on and so forth.

While dealing with these themes in fiction isn’t wrong, having these themes portrayed in a joking and/or lighthearted manner is concerning.  

If you've been to Nikki’s tumblr, you would see that she is - in fact - a white woman. (as seen here). If you have been a follower of Nikki or interacted with Nikki's content, then you know of her POC oc, Aaliyah.

Nikki would go on to use this oc as a punching bag for other characters. Making those characters racist towards her, creating her to be a black woman stereotype that is constantly angry/aggressive towards others, being singled out by the Sheikah/King/Knights, and being whipped. However, Nikki would also use Bailey's oc, Ceres, to "protect" or "save" her oc, Aaliyah, during these racist moments, which leads to the idea of a white savior complex.

Let it be known, we are not saying that you cannot have a POC character as someone who is not a POC; but if you create a POC character without doing proper research into the culture(s) for your oc, put them in situations of abuse, make them a target for other characters, and/or only use stereotypes for their personality, then you're giving off the impression that you're a racist and pick-and-choose what qualities best suit your needs, especially when one of their purposes is for racist storytellings that they don’t fight against, despite having an “angry and aggressive” personality.

We would also like to point out how they both romanticized abuse in their writings. Making a certain character (Sage) someone full of spite and hatred. Someone who accepts that crossing boundaries is healthy. Alternatively, there are times that Sage gets treated like a dog, or where his s/o despises him. Those aren’t exactly the greatest combination of traits.

We understand that dark content exists, and we are not trying to shame any person who likes that content. However, there needs to be a realization that romanticizing them is NOT okay, no matter how your personal experiences may have shaped you. Dealing with a trauma through writing and other forms of art is completely normal but romanticizing the abuse and thinking it’s okay is indeed unhealthy and dangerous. 

Writing dark content is hard, it should always be portrayed as what it is, toxic and unhealthy, not as impossibly romantic.

Outright asking for hand pics/Asking about sexual experiences

Early on in the discord server, it came to everyone’s attention that Nikki asks for “hand pics” under the guise of it being a joke. Upon later realization, we realized that it was in fact, not a joke.

A new person ended up joining our server later, the first thing she asked of them was of course, hand photos. It wasn't revealed till later on that those photos were asked, in fact, for fetish purposes, which no person present in the server (besides Nikki and possibly Bailey) were aware of or took part in this. 

Beware that it’s not a joke nor is it "platonic" to ask for body part photos, especially from a stranger or even a friend, when the intentions are over a fetish that wasn't communicated, thus, not being consented by the other part. Taking advantage of someone like that without their knowledge is wrong and unacceptable. 

Putting aside the fact that they asked for pictures of other people, they also sent photos of their feet in the chat too, abruptly, knowing how everybody felt about it. When asked to stop, they ignored it; proceeding to continue sending photos under the guise of “a joke”.

There are no screenshots for this due to the fact that the messages were deleted by a mod. Take this as you will.

Minor Involved

January 3rd, 2024, Bea was contacted by Nikki privately to server mute a person. We will not be revealing who that person is out of safety for their wellbeing. This person was actually a minor pretending to be an adult. 

Of course, they quickly left the server before Bea could do anything. Everyone within the server blocked the person except for Bea, who would go on to have a private conversation with them about how serious and dangerous the situation could have become. Had we not found the message of them confessing their legal age, things could have possibly escalated. 

All of that said, Bailey was in contact with this same person outside of the server. She had their address and they both explicitly sent nudes to each other. That person revealed to her later that they were underage. At the time, we all blamed naivety and recklessness for Bailey’s actions; and for some cases, those were definitely a cause.

Though, after everything that happened in February and March this year (2024), plus all of us looking back on Bea’s private conversation with that person, we believe that this person was being taken advantage of. While we do not have the full story, we came upon this realization due to this person’s claims about how scared they were of Bailey potentially doxxing them or doing something with their private information.

Again, while we do not have confirmations, we suspect that the anonymous person may have been coerced to send inappropriate photos to Bailey.

Confirmed relationships.

Two days following the minor situation, Bailey and Glowy privately messaged each other about potentially pursuing a relationship after Bailey confessed feelings for Glowy. 

Glowy reciprocates those feelings, but asks for time to get to know each other, give Bailey time to heal after the minor situation and they spend around a month talking and flirting with each other.

If you've ever scrolled through Nikki's (neverchecking) Tumblr, then there's a possibility that you would know that they were dating someone before their current relationship.

By now, we're sure you're aware who this person was, but just in case you aren't, it will be shown and further discussed down below.

Please go to part 2 on blog

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[Image description: A plain doodle of Jason Todd gesturing towards a large palestine flag. / End ID.]

@dcufans4palestine COMMISSION SHEET.

general info:

— commissions are paid for through a donation to any of the options listed on the dcufans4palestine's carrd. while this commission sheet is for a dc centered event, i'd also be willing to do stuff for marvel (and possibly invincible and dead by daylight). at around 70%-80% completion (with copymarked wips along the way if you want. to see how the process is going) you must send proof of donation and then I'll handle the finished piece likely a day or two afterwards.

— you can contact me here on dms, or more preferably at robo.bud (discord). please reach out to me before sending money through as i'd like to access whether i'd be comfortable and/or able to take on your commission.

— writing and art will likely take around 3-5 days, especially as i'm doing a monthly art challenge at the same time right now. i only have 4 slots open (0/4).

— nsfw pieces aren't something i've done much, but i'd be willing to try with a $5 discount. (unless you're commissioning something already priced at $5) only for 18+.

— i have examples linked, but most of everything is older stuff since i haven't posted much for awhile.

— if there's a * symbol beside a point, it means you should discuss exactly what you want from me and we can talk prices.

commissions:

writing: examples.

— $5: around 0.5k words.

— $10: around 1.5k words.

— $15: around 2.0k words.

— * $20 or $25: around 3.0k to 4.0k.

art: examples.

# proportional length. (starting prices are for single, colored + shaded sketches.)

— $5: bust.

— $10: half body. (usually cut off under stomach, pelvic, or right over belly button.)

— $15: full body.

# additional add-ons.

— + $10: clean lineart.

— + $15: for every additional character.

— * + $5: sketch background. (i'm not the best at them, but i'd be willing to try sketches.)

will and won't do: ask if what exactly you want isn't mentioned.

— okay with: the main stuff (fluff, angst, hurt/comfort), major character death, alternate universes, character references, plot heavy fics, polyamorous relationships, * mini comics, self insert, original characters, oc x canon.

— not okay with: heavy gore, aging up minors for nsfw, underage nsfw, pedophilia, incestous relationships (all forms, whether that be step, foster, and familial figure), celebrities/actors, a/b/o, and yandere.

— relationships i'm the most comfortable doing: clark kent/lois lane, clark kent/bruce wayne, bruce wayne/selina kyle, (non-movie) bruce wayne/eddie nygma, mary jane watson/peter parker, (atsv) miles morales/hobby brown, dick grayson/koriand'r, tim drake/kon-el kent, cole cash/zannah of khera, cole cash/bruce wayne, michael carter/ted kord, vic sage/helena bertinelli.

— (nsfw) kinks i'm the most comfortable doing: breeding, (minor) blood kink, (minor) knife/gun play, praise/degradation, pegging, bondage, petplay, feminization/masculinzation, cockwarming, brat taming, spit kink, boot kink, and daddy/mommy kink.

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THE ART OF QUEEN SACRIFICE - A Dark Doflamingo Romance

SUMMARY: In chess, a player commits “queen sacrifice” by intentionally giving up their queen to gain a significant strategic or material advantage upon the board. But life is not a game of chess, and such strategies are easier prescribed than practiced — a lesson the princess of Mary Geoise will personally learn when she offers her hand in marriage to the infamous pirate warlord Doflamingo in order to spare her beloved kingdom from his wrath. [Pirate!Doflamingo x Princess!OC. Unnamed/undescribed OC for x-reader fans.] [Pirate AU. Yes, a pirate AU for One Piece. It makes sense in context, promise.]

TAGS & CONTENT WARNINGS

AO3 Link - This fic is hosted in its entirety exclusively on AO3

FANDOM: One Piece

PAIRINGS: Doflamingo x OC (can be read as Doffy x Reader)

RATING: E(xplicit)

WORD COUNT: 8 chapters total, 75k+ words

GENRE: Dark Romance

TAGS: Alternate Universe - Pirate, Alternate Universe - Royalty, Stalking, Manipulation, Emotional Manipulation, Intrigue, Corruption, Chess, Chess Metaphors, Strategy & Tactics, Yandere, Yandere Donquixote Doflamingo, Pirates, Princes & Princesses, Eventual S m u t, Romance, Dark Fantasy, Non-Linear Narrative, Fairy tale vibes, Cis Female Reader, Cis Female OC

WARNINGS: Canon-typical violence, s m u t in chapters 6-8, Doflamingo is a manipulative bastard

CHAPTER 1 - EXCERPT

The princess of Mary Geoise stood upon the balcony to watch her beloved kingdom burn.

She dressed plainly for the occasion. No finery, no frills, no fuss. That night she wore but a simple gown and plain shoes, bare of all regalia but the bauble she never took from around her pretty neck. She clutched this necklace in her shaking hands for comfort. Most days she hid it beneath her clothes, tucked under modest necklines and away from the prying eyes of her maids and watching father, but the time for such caution had passed.

They were almost at the end, now. Her father could levy no punishments graver than what awaited her come dawn.

“My lady.”

The third and newly appointed general of her father’s armies — for their enemies had slain the first and his replacement alike — bowed upon the flagstones at her feet. Distant fire reflected in the depths of his worried eyes. The princess could not remember his name, though she recalled the black tattoos upon his hands well enough. She bade him stand with a nod, gaze returning to the tableau of destruction playing out before her. Fire had not yet touched the noble quarter, but sparks rose to the stars at the city’s edge, spreading inward through the other districts in a sullen, rust-red ring.

“What news?” she asked with the taste of ash upon her tongue.

“Our blockade has fallen. Pirate forces breached the city walls.”

She closed her eyes. “How many?”

“A-all of them.” The general swallowed. “The Pirate Warlord sent them all.”

From his rightful place atop the conquered throne, her weary father murmured, “Don’t…don’t call him that.”

The wan-faced king sat slumped, mouth slick with wine, fingers clasped around the neck of the seventh bottle he’d downed since news broke of the pirates reaching his kingdom’s shore. He did not look like a king that night. Tonight, he was just a man, the dignity of his station crumbling in the face of imminent defeat.

And like a diamond that had lost its luster, he was ignored. “Pirate ships block the harbor,” said the general. He answered to her, now — a princess in name but the kingdom’s queen in practice.  Especially after the secrets that had recently come to light. “There can be no escape. Not anymore.”

He needn’t have said it. The princess already knew. A game of Monarchic Chess sat behind her, half complete, tiles of the board arranged in the shape of her kingdom, the game of this attack splayed out upon them in perfect, miniature detail. But although the game was not yet finished, she could already predict the outcome. The number of ships, the element of surprise, the pirate warlord’s tactics…her forces were outgunned, and with no warning to aid them, they were outmaneuvered, too. The blockade had been naught but a desperate, last-ditch effort to repel his forces, her final attempt to save them — to save not only herself and the monarchy, but to save the people she had vowed to protect. Her people were the ones who truly mattered in this scenario. She had known her efforts would fail from the outset, and that she acted on their behalf in vain, but hope compelled her try for one last chance at victory.

A chance now slipping through her fingers, as impossible to grasp as hope itself.

“Thank you, General.” She turned from him, and from her father, and returned her attention to the kingdom she had failed. “You are dismissed.”

But he did not leave. Instead he said: “There’s more.”

Bitter laughter charred her throat. “What more could there possibly be?”

“Messengers from the Pirate Warlord — from the enemy.” He corrected himself with a sideways glance at her father. “They came to tell us citizens have been taken hostage.”

Her blood ran cold. “How many?”

“Hundreds. Our operatives have confirmed it. They are gathered in groups, held at gunpoint.”

She considered this for a time. “And the Warlord’s demands in return for their safe release?”

“He…” The general looked as stunned as she felt. “He hasn’t made any.”

“So far,” the princess murmured. “There is still time yet.”

And so she waited. The general left. In his absence, advisors slinked from their hiding places in the shadows of the throne room to stand about like carrion, black-cloaked and beady-eyed, waiting for the corpse to pick clean with their sharp beaks. They wrung their hands, watching her. Whispered in her father’s ear, though he was too drunk to heed them. Many though they numbered, and brilliant in their own right, they were no help to the princess. They never had been, she ruefully mused. She alone had been their savior for many years, unknowing all the while, fighting their battles for them atop the Monarchic Chessboard. But now, even with eyes at last open to the truth, she was helpless to deliver them from this hell on earth.

It was over. It was well and truly over.

High in her tower above the city, the princess’s eyes burned as she gazed at the burning kingdom, lids heavy and thick in their struggle to remain open. So many sleepless nights. So many games played. So many tears spilled that evening, and in the many evenings before the Pirate Warlord attacked her borders outright. But all had been for naught, and now he marched upon her shores. Her enemy, her foe, her villain — he would be here soon. Soon, she would look the devil in the eye, and fall.

Unable to resist, she allowed her tired eyes to close. Smoke and ash rose from the burning city. Wind caressed her cheeks, her throat, even her hands as they clutched the necklace she loved so much. But the cold comfort of the jewel on her palm could not guard against the distant screams of her people as they were menaced by the pirates who had laid her father’s armies to waste. There could be no comfort for the princess as the noose prepared to pull tight around her throat. There could be no stopping the ring of fire sweeping toward her.

Closing her eyes was an insult to the citizens she had failed to protect. They did not have the luxury of awaiting their fate from the impersonal height of a palace tower. 

Thus, she opened them again to stare into the heart of her burning, beloved capital…but to her surprise, the image before her did not match the horrors in her head. The fiery horizon had not moved. The ring of fire had not closed. No, it somehow held steady, a constant halo of destruction that had moved not an inch deeper into the capital city and the palace waiting at its heart. The onslaught had been held at bay by…she knew not what. Had the invasion halted? But why?

What was the pirate warlord waiting for?

Her hands left the stone parapet along the balcony as she whirled to face the throne room.

“You there,” she asked, but the advisors scattered like crows under the stone of her gaze. She turned instead to the guard at the door. “Where is the general?”

“I can find him, Princess,” the guard said, scrambling. “I can — ”

He vanished through the huge oak doors. She returned her stare to the line of fire. Her knees ached from standing on the cold flagstones for hours on end. The princess had not moved since they received word of the unified pirate army’s invasion of the capital, but she refused to sink into despair alongside her wilting father. The bauble in her hand gave her strength. Oh, that beloved pink jewel she wore on its delicate chain — it gave her courage even when weariness clawed her eyes and dug sharp teeth into her psyche. She rolled it through her fingers, weighing it on her palm and giving the sparkling gem the smallest kiss when she thought no one was looking. The diamond held more than mere glitter or monetary value. It held the very core of her dreams in its facets, glinting back at her with a thousand possibilities and all the lives she might have lived had the unthinkable not occurred.

But the unthinkable had occurred. The war had been lost. The pirates had won. She would never be able to tell the person who had given her the gem how much his words had haunted her since their parting. She would never be able to tell him she wanted to reconsider the offer she had rejected. She would never be able to take his hand and say yes as she so longed to. That possibility had gone dark the moment the fires lit. If only she had met him in some other life, perhaps — 

The door opened, and the general said: “He has stopped advancing, Princess.”

She spun in a tangle of skirts. Once again the general knelt upon the stones behind her. Her father moaned atop the throne, but she hardly heard his cry of despair.

“Have our forces rallied?” she asked, but there was no hope in her heart. “I did not think they would be capable — ”

“No. They are not capable.” He passed a tattooed hand over his weary face. “He could press forward again at any time. He has the forces to destroy us in an instant.” But here he paused. “And yet.”

“And yet he has not.” Her hands fisted, fingernails scraping soft skin. “Why has that monster — ?” She shook her head. “He is just a man.”

“Princess?” asked her general.

“Never mind.” She dropped her hands and turned, head held high, tired eyes unyielding as they dragged her scattered advisors from the shadows. “Tell me again. Tell me everything you know about him.”

“We have told you everything already, Princess,” they whispered.

“Then tell me again,” demanded the princess, “about the Pirate Warlord Doflamingo.”

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