#LU everyone else too
Text
Whumptober Day Seven
Title: The way you shake and shiver
Prompts Used: Shaking hands, Seizure, Silent Panic Attack
Warnings: Injury. Panic attack (of the silent variety). Poison. Seizure. Death, but it's a bad guy and he's there for like three seconds. Blood. This one's a little graphic, but not worse than day three.
Whumpee(s): Warriors physically, Wind mentally
General Notes: Me: *has bad day*. Also me: "Time to project on my blorbo". Why yes I did research how far away you can hear someone in the woods, and I did ignore what I learned. I am so sorry for referring to Warriors as a 'boneless noodle'.
This one got away from me, as they all seem to. In my opinion, it's one of the best. But that's me ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
It was supposed to be a simple patrol - that was all. They were meant to look around, establish a perimeter, and return to camp with either an ‘all clear’, or ‘there are bears nearby, we should move’. It was nothing they hadn’t done a hundred times before.
Wind was chatting absently about a group of wild horses they’d seen earlier when Warriors abruptly slapped a hand over his mouth, cutting off his excited rambling and tugging him closer with a sharp “shhh!”
Wind obediently fell silent, ears perking for whatever sound had caused Warriors to abruptly be on high-alert. When he heard it, it was subtle. Just a slight rustle of leaves, and the snap of a twig. Something was nearby, and until they knew otherwise, it was safest to assume it wasn’t a bird or something else equally as harmless.
The sound of a bow being fired was all the warning they got, and for a moment, Wind was sure that nothing had actually happened. Just a sharp intake of breath from Warriors as if he had been startled, and it wasn’t until he exhaled that Wind caught on. Warriors’ breath left him as a suppressed whine; the breath of someone absolutely determined not to scream.
Wind ripped Warriors’ hand away from his mouth, and it was easier than he expected it to be; and when he turned around, he saw why. Warriors had an arrow embedded in his right bicep, through his scarf which was rapidly turning purple as his blood mixed with the blue fabric.
“Wars!” Wind yelped, drawing his own bow and knocking an arrow, spinning a hasty circle to search for the culprit. He heard them before he saw them, the distinct little giggle of a Yiga who had found their mark. The victory laugh was a mistake, and Wind jerked toward the sound and loosed his arrow as soon as he saw the emotionless mask of the culprit. It struck in the center of the Yiga’s chest, pinning them to a tree before they vanished in a puff of multicolored rupees and bananas.
“Wind?” Warriors’ voice was shaky, and Wind jerked toward him at the sound. “I...” he swallowed thickly, swayed, and Wind rushed forward to grab his arms and hold him steady. “I can’t feel anything,” Warriors panted, voice slurred. “I think that was poisoned.”
“Poisoned!?” Wind squawked helplessly, but had no time to plead for elaboration before he had to catch Warriors when he pitched forward. It was a haphazard descent to the ground; more of a controlled fall than anything else, and by the time they hit, Warriors was incoherent.
“Wars?” Wind tried, shaking his intact shoulder slightly and earning little more than a string of nonsense syllables in return. Wind looked around frantically and came up sorely short of anything helpful, and the only real upside was that they were, at the very least, armed. And the yiga was gone, assuming he didn’t have backup. That was a chance he was willing to take. “Help!” He called, hoping beyond hope that they were close enough for the others to hear. He could always leave Warriors and run to grab someone, but that was far too risky. Warriors was in no state to defend himself, and if he truly was poisoned, then this was a time-sensitive problem in a way that a simple arrow-to-the-shoulder wouldn’t be. Wind was alone, completely out of his depth, and on a time crunch. It wasn’t ideal.
Still, there were things that had to be done, and it was up to him to do them. First and foremost, the poison. Whatever it was and however it worked, it probably wasn’t the best of ideas to leave the poisoned arrowhead in Warriors’ arm. Removing it would undoubtedly create a whole host of new problems, but one step at a time.
Wind clenched his fists for a moment and took a deep breath, willing his hands to stop shaking so he could do as little harm as possible. It only half worked, but he would take what he could get.
He curled his left hand around the shaft of the arrow, and quickly moved his right to pin down Warriors’ good shoulder when the captain tried to jerk away. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Wind chanted under his breath, quickly stuffing one end of Warriors’ scarf into his mouth to serve as a bite-guard. “One, two, three,” he counted down, more for his own benefit than anything; Warriors was too far gone to care.
Wind shoved the arrow forward, resolutely ignoring the bone-chilling sound of the arrow being forcibly shoved out of the other side of Warriors arm; somewhere between a crunch and a squish, mingled with Warriors’ half-delirious scream - a jumble of sounds that Wind was sure would haunt him forever.
“I’m sorry,” he repeated pointlessly, drawing a knife and half-cutting half-breaking the fletching off of the arrow. He rolled Warriors slightly to the side so he could grasp the head of the arrow and yank it all the way through, instantly releasing a flow of blood that gathered on the ground.
It was almost automatic, the parts that came next. Using Warriors’ already ruined scarf and a nearby stick as a makeshift tourniquet, staunching the flow of blood with no choice but to create more potential future problems. With a little luck, someone would turn up soon and Hyrule would be able to fix it. Until then, the future functionality of Warriors’ arm wasn’t the priority.
For a moment, everything was okay. Warriors was still shot and poisoned, but the arrow was gone and the flow of blood was slowing. “You’re gonna be okay,” Wind assured, surprised by the steadiness of his own voice. Warriors’ eyes flicked around haphazardly, either not finding or not focusing on their target. If he had heard, he gave no indication.
Wind twisted around the tourniquet stick one more time for good measure, and started to push himself to his feet. He could run close enough to camp to be heard and be back by Warriors’ side in under two minutes, if he hurried; and it looked like the best option, now that the threat was almost definitely eliminated, and waiting seemed more dangerous than leaving him unattended for such a short time.
He made it a grand total of a single foot away before Warriors abruptly stiffened and began to convulse, blood spilling down his face as he bit his lip, eyes fluttering closed and hands curling tightly around some stray leaves.
“Wars!” Wind yelped, stumbling back over to Warriors, mindless of the rock his knee slammed into when he threw himself down beside his brother. He had been at least a little confident, before. He knew what to do about arrow wounds, and he knew how to fashion a tourniquet out of random items. He did not, however, know what to do about the fallout from poison.
Warriors was breathing, if nothing else, and when that breathing turned garbled Wind scrambled to grab Warriors’ good arm and heave him onto his side, allowing the blood and saliva to trickle out of his mouth and puddle on the ground rather than in his lungs. “You’re okay, you’re okay,” Wind muttered under his breath, mostly to himself since he was fairly sure Warriors couldn’t hear him. He grabbed Warriors’ good hand and pried his fingers open enough to hold it, wincing at the tiny rivulets of blood left behind by his fingernails.
He used the corner of his tunic to wipe at Warriors’ mouth, hanging on tightly to his hand while he waited for whatever this was to pass. He refused to entertain the possibility that it might not. Poison wasn’t meant to inconvenience; it was delivered to kill.
Against all odds, Warriors eventually fell still. Whether it was three minutes or half an hour Wind couldn’t reliably say; it felt like an entire day. Residual twitches worked their way through Warriors’ now-limp body, and his eyes rolled around behind his eyelids; and Wind took it as a sign of life even if it wasn’t exactly a good one. It was still life.
“I’m not going to try to leave you again,” Wind promised, huffing out a laugh that sounded deranged even to his own ears. “Let’s go find the others, they’ll know what to do.” It was a hollow promise filled with vows he couldn’t keep, but a promise that went unheard hardly counted as a promise broken.
Wind grabbed Warriors’ good arm, draping it over his shoulders and pushing himself to his feet, dragging Warriors up after him. He hauled him as much over his shoulder as he could get, but he couldn’t take his full weight, and the bottom foot or so of Warriors’ body was left dragging in the dirt; but it beat leaving him alone to aspirate on his own blood.
Warriors flopped like a boneless noodle, and Wind kept one hand on the makeshift tourniquet to keep it from loosening and becoming useless. It hadn’t felt like a long hike, when they were both conscious, walking, and healthy. Now, it felt like their chosen camping spot was miles away.
Wind shifted Warriors slightly so he could straighten, whistling their agreed-upon tune that meant they needed to regroup. He should have thought of it earlier, really; whistles usually carried further than voices. But in his defense, his mind had been on other things.
The reply was distant but immediate, and Wind wasted no time responding, adding the extra note that meant they needed to hurry. He received the confirmation whistle, and kept walking for what felt like an entire additional mile before help arrived.
Twilight came careening through the woods, beating the others in a way that Wind wasn’t willing to question at the moment. “Twi!” He panted, eagerly relinquishing Warriors when Twilight grabbed him, lifting the captain off of the sailor’s shoulder and lowering him to the ground.
“What happened?” Twilight asked, hands hovering helplessly over the arm, eyes flicking back and forth from the blood on Warriors’ arm, Warriors’ face, and Wind’s tunic.
“He got shot,” Wind began, clenching his hands as the shaking returned promptly at the Warriors hand-off. “By a Yiga, he said he thought it was poison, then he just...” he waved vaguely, gesticulating the approximate movements of someone falling over.
“He got poisoned!?” Wild careened into the scene, a wiggling skeleton arm in one hand and a massive ax in the other.
“Who got poisoned!?” Hyrule stumbled up behind him, face going pale and eyes blowing wide as they landed on Warriors. “What happened!?”
“He got poisoned!” Wild waved the skeleton arm.
“Someone got poisoned?” Time joined the crowd.
“Warriors!” Hyrule gestured wildly.
“Warriors got poisoned?” Legend popped up.
“Who did what?” Four panted, bracing himself against a tree and pointing to Warriors. “What happened to him?”
“What happened to who?” Sky wheezed, finally joining the group and steadying himself on Time’s shoulder as he caught his breath. “Is everybody okay?”
“No!” Wind snapped, far past annoyed with their antics. “Warriors got shot by a Yiga and poisoned!”
“Yiga have poison?” Wild frowned, completely missing the point.
“How long has it been?” Hyrule asked, producing his bag and already beginning to rummage as he knelt beside Warriors and Twilight.
“It...I don’t know,” Wind raked a hand through his hair and throught. “We hadn’t gotten that far, so...almost as long as we’ve been gone?” He had absolutely no idea how long that was, but hopefully Hyrule had some concept of when they had left. “He collapsed almost immediately, then he started shaking like...like he’d been shocked or something. And I got the arrow out, and stopped the bleeding, and...I didn’t know what else to do.”
“You did everything right,” Hyrule soothed, producing a vial from his bag and popping the cork out of it before nodding toward Twilight. “Will you lift his head? This should counteract the poison, and he’ll be as good as new in um...not very long.”
Twilight obediently slid his arm under Warriors shoulders and pushed him up, allowing Hyrule access to tip the strangely colored slime down Warriors’ throat.
Hyrule’s hand glowed slightly and he moved it to Warriors’ jaw, quickly healing his busted lip before moving to his arm and knitting together the torn flesh until it was little more than a fresh pink scar. He pulled the tourniquet off and turned expectantly toward Wind. “Are you hurt?”
Wind shook his head rapidly, eyes still trained on Warriors. He barely reacted when Time put a hand on his shoulder and spoke. “Let’s get him back to camp; he’ll probably be out for a while.”
Time and Twilight each took one of Warriors’ arms and lifted him, hauling him with apparent ease all the way back to their little camp. It didn’t seem to take as long, now that they were all together and Warriors was on the mend.
Nobody had bothered to put out the fire before dashing madly through the woods, so the camp was fully set up and ready for camping when they arrived.
Legend dragged Warriors’ bedroll closer out from under a tree and to the warmth of the fire, in the most external show of genuine concern he was likely to show for the captain. “I want his shade,” he defended under his breath, moving his own bedroll over to where Warriors’ used to be despite it being nearly dark.
Everyone shuffled around after that, setting up their respective sleeping areas and shooting concerned glances toward Warriors. He hadn’t stirred, but some of his color had returned, and at the very least, he wasn't convulsing anymore. Just laying there, like a lifeless log.
“I’ll take first watch,” Hyrule volunteered. The ‘just in case’ went unsaid, but everyone heard it anyway.
“You need to rest,” Sky argued. “I’ll do it.”
“I’ll do it,” Wind shook his head, unwilling to let Warriors out of his sight until he proved he was going to be okay.
“You should take a break,” Twilight objected.
“I’m fine,” Wind glared, despite feeling no real frustration toward the rancher. He probably should take a break. But he wouldn’t be sleeping anyway, and there was no point in multiple people being awake. He stalked over and dropped down beside Warriors, staring resolutely at the fire in stubborn protest of anyone who would dare fight him on the matter.
Time looked him up and down, downright scrutinizing until he was satisfied. “Very well; you take first. Wake me for second.”
There were no immediate takers for third, and Four eventually raised his hand to volunteer.
With watches settled, everyone quieted down and settled into their bedrolls. Hyrule checked over Warriors one more time before retreating, and though everyone laid down and fell into silence, it was painfully apparent that nobody was sleeping.
Blankets rustled as assorted Links tossed and turned, and not a single breath evened out in the indication of sleep. Nights like these came and went for every one of them; and sometimes, after days like these, they came for everyone at once.
Wind ignored his very-much-awake brothers and scooted closer to Warriors after a while, scooping his hand up off the ground and holding it, playing absently with his cold, motionless fingers. His other hand moved to Warriors’ shoulder, tugging aside his tunic enough to get a better look at the now mostly-healed injury. It looked so harmless, now. Not at all like it had a small handful of hours earlier, back when Warriors was hanging onto life by a thread. When he was bleeding and seizing and nobody who knew what to do was around to help.
Warriors could have died; had come very close. And suddenly, now that everything was basically okay and Warriors was almost definitely going to pull through, it felt very real. The poison, the blood, the absolutely terrible moment when Wind had made it feel impossibly worse by crunching the arrow clear through Warriors’ arm. Hyrule had said that Wind did everything right; but that didn’t stop it from being too close.
He was shaking again, and he was distantly aware of it, but he couldn’t be bothered to care. It felt as if there was a rock in his stomach, a hand around his throat, and a slowly-tightening belt around his lungs because Warriors had almost died. In some strange Hyrule that wasn’t even his own, swept away by dimension-hopping portals and never to return home.
He didn’t hear anyone approach, which was probably why the hand that landed on his shoulder caused him to jump clear out of his skin. “It’s just me,” Time rumbled softly, sitting down beside him and tossing an arm around his shoulders, tugging Wind snuggly against his side and propping his chin on his head. “Take a deep breath, sailor. He’s okay now.”
He tried to comply, but broke off halfway through a breath and gripped Warriors’ hand tighter. He didn’t know what he’d say even if he did have the air to argue, so he remained silent.
Warriors almost died looped around and around in his head, the only coherent thought he was capable of having. He thought Time might be talking, but he couldn't process it past his own thoughts. He gulped greedily at air that felt entirely unsatisfying, clutching Warriors’ arm to his chest and leaning into Time, knowing he wouldn’t actually calm down until Warriors gave them some real indication that he would survive. That the last few nightmarish hours wouldn’t be Wind’s last memory of him. That that pained scream wouldn’t be the last sound he’d ever hear escape his brother’s lips. Because Warriors almost died, and for the moment, a horrible ‘and still could’ was still hanging over them.
Wolfie showed up on the side opposite Time, and Wind buried one hand into his fur, trying to follow along when the wolf took a pointedly exaggerated breath.
Once again, the passage of time was an abstract thing, but some significant amount passed before Warriors’ hand finally twitched in Wind’s grasp, and his eyes fluttered open filled with absolute confusion. “What...” he rasped, breaking off with a weak cough that caused him to grimace in sheer discomfort.
“Wars!” Wind yelped, and it sounded more desperate than excited, but he couldn’t be bothered to care. His ears twitched uncomfortably at the sound of his own voice, the first sign that he’d apparently been crying; which was a heck of a thing not to notice, so he must have been zoning pretty hard. But that didn’t matter anymore; not with Warriors awake. “You’re okay?” It was meant to sound like an assurance, but it came out a question, and he didn’t correct it. He wasn’t sure, afterall. Mere seconds ago he had himself convinced that Warriors would never come back from this.
Warriors cleared his throat, flicking his tongue across his lips and blinking sluggishly. “I...think so?” He lifted the hand that Wind wasn’t holding and flexed his fingers experimentally. “What...what happened?”
“You were shot by a Yiga and poisoned,” Legend dropped down beside Wolfie and gave him a tight nod of acknowledgement. “You’re awake.”
“I...kind of remember that?” Warriors rubbed tiredly at his face before tilting his head toward Wind and frowning. “What’s wrong? Did they get you too?”
Wind shook his head rapidly, letting up on Warriors’ hand just enough to allow blood-flow. “I’m fine. Now, anyway. I’m glad you’re okay.” It was the understatement of the century, but Warriors definitely didn’t need the long version of exactly how glad he was right now. He just needed to worry about himself, and getting better. Because he would get better.
Warriors squeezed Wind’s hand and gave him a weak smile. “Thanks, for...whatever you did to make me stop being very poisoned in the woods and start being less poisoned in camp.”
Wind laughed, only slightly less deranged than earlier. “Any time.” He had never wished so hard to never have the opportunity to keep a promise.
#Whumptober 2022#No.7#Linked Universe#LU Warriors#LU Wind#LU Time#Poison-induced seizure#Panic attack#Very minor oc character death#Blood#Oh yeah#LU everyone else too
37 notes
·
View notes
Text
LU BACKROOMS???
This is basically me describing backrooms based on the Chain, one on the safer side and one deadly and how to survive them :]
@trippygalaxy @vio-starzz @mushr0oms-and-m0ss @shadowlinktheshadow @raven-does-artstuff-894 @treasure-goblin idk who cares about this but I spent all day on it-
Time
His first liminal space is fairly safe. You can’t die unless you do something diabolical.
His safe room like would be basically like this
You fall down somewhere, probably on your walk home, but you pick yourself up and see that this is very much not the side of the road. This is a grassy field.
There weren’t many grassy fields where you lived. And even those fields were no where near as expansive as this one.
Upon looking around, you see a giant wall and a drawbridge. You start walking to it, thinking that you somehow fell hard enough to pass out.
You reach Castle Town and get weird glances from many. While you’re scouting the area, you spot a little boy in green picking up random dogs. You look at him weird when he puts one dog down and chases after another one.
The boy catches you staring and with one glance, you’re suddenly in that big grassy field again
So yeah, if bro looks at you, you get set back. After a while, this space will easily drive someone insane. This is because no matter what you do, you will meet him, and you both will meet eyes, and you’ll be sent back to the beginning.
So in a way, Survival Rate: 98% but it’s gradual and you might get out of there before you go insane
For his “You’re most likely gonna die” room
I wanted to incorporate Majora’s Mask into it, saying that the masks are hunting you.
There goal is to capture you and bring you to Fierce Deity. He thinks that you killed Link.
But you didn’t because this little kid who told you that he was who the deity was looking for is literally following behind you-
This kid could be regular young Link or Ben Drowned, though it would change the survival rate massively
Survival Rate for young Link: 67%
Survival Rate for Ben Drowned: 15%
This is because the only way to stop being hunted and/or not die is to present a piece of Link to the deity when you’re eventually caught
If it’s Link, he’ll accept it and call the masks off and you’ll be free to move on to the next hell or, if god loves you, you’ll go home
If it’s Ben, you better be fast on your toes because you’ll be hunted until you die or get out of there.
I want to also want to add that the masks don’t just pop up out of no where when they find you.
You know how you have to follow the music in order to learn Saria’s Song? Don’t do that. You’ll be caught
When they emit the Song of Healing, run, Link/Ben will be right on your trail and even if he wasn’t when you stopped running, he’ll always find you even if he leads a mask to you
I forgot to mention that Link/Ben will give you hints as to how you need to give Fierce a piece of his tunic or hair or something close to it
Also that Link/Ben physically can not get close to FD as they are, as the boy says, “part of the same soul”
Twilight
Idea given from @tiercel13 and @link-posting
That whole game has this unsettlingly warm ethereal quality where it's like- you're comfortable but uncomfortable at the same time and it's so weird
But basically I would say somewhere like a large field that's in perpetual twilight. You've never seen it before but it feels safe and familiar, like you've been there a thousand times. Still, there's something just slightly off, and it prevents you from ever being able to truly relax
It’s a village, deserted in the canyons, it’s wooden houses crumbling with time and weathering
Survival Rate: 100%
I think we all expected this one but you’re being hunted. It’s just you, the flora, the fauna, and a big wolf trying to kill you
It’s Wolf Twi but it’s not wolf Twi. Like, that’s the Blue-eyed Beast alright, but that’s definitely not Twilight. That’s a Wolf hardened by the need to survive. A need to eat.
The thing about this room is that it’s very survivable, but only to a select few people
For people who know how to manage in the woods, who know how to make fires without lighters, who know how to properly cook wild animals without utensils and iron, for those who are experienced in the wilds, they have a much easier time surviving this
But for those who are always inside and have little to no outside knowledge, you’re cooked almost immediately
This is a genuine hunt. This wolf can hear god knows how far, this wolf can track you with even the faintest scent
The only reason why the survival rate is as high as it is, is because it hesitates.
That’s how many survive their first encounter with the wolf, the wolf hesitates to take that final bite
I feel like the only real way to get out of here if to survive for a certain amount of time
Survival Rate: 52%
Warriors
Another idea by @tiercel13 because they are so big brained
For safe it's the castle barracks but they have a completely nonsensical layout
there's random doors where they shouldn't be and some of the actual ones are gone, there's things in the rooms like it's just been vacated but a layer of dust covers everything
It must be vacant right? Those shadows that lurk behind the corners are just you going crazy right? Nobody is here. Nobody is here. Nobody is here. Nobody is here-
Survival Rate: 87%
Idea given by @hyrules-feral-hero
You got claustrophobia? That’s too bad, you’re stuck in a fairy bottle now
You don’t get ripped apart or anything like that
Your death will be slow and painful
Conserve oxygen? There’s no reason to, you’re not going to be set free :)
Survival Rate: 0%
Sky
I feel like being blunt with this one
Safe space is just a vacant Skyloft
No one is around, just the occasional keese and Remlits and rapid Loftwings flying about so watch your head!
It’s peaceful and welcoming and airy but empty.
I imagine that this would bring about some sort of uncanny valley feeling, but that is probably the wrong word for it. Because who lived here? Why are these birds so big? Why are these raccoon cats so aggressive at night?
Survival Rate: 100%
Get Silent Realmed😌
Basically just that. If you don’t know what the Silent Realm is, it’s basically a thing you do in SS where you have to get 15 tears
You have to get 15 orbs, if you step into waking water or a spirit’s light or take too long to get one of the orbs, the guardians will be after you
The guardians are what make this space dangerous. If they catch you, no matter how insignificant the gash was, you will die
You can get these guardians off of you when you get the next tear, but until you get all of them and retreat back to where you started, you are at the mercy of the guardians
Survival Rate: 73%
Wild
Picture this, you just woke up in this weird place so naturally, you ask someone where you are.
“This is Faron woods, are you a traveler?”
“…sure…?”
“Great! I can’t really leave this stable with my condition, so could you do me a favor and give this to my wife?” The old man asked
“…what?”
“She lives over in Hateno, up passed the Dueling Peaks!” He shoves a note in your hands
“Sir I-“
“Thank you so much! Here’s your pay for your kindness!” Upon inspecting what he had given you, you see that this is a bare diamond
You were bringing this man’s wife this letter.
Survival Rate: 85%
Evermean forest, good old homicidal trees, need I say more?
Survival Rate: 95%
Wind
Imagine chilling on a boat with your grandpa but your grandpa is the boat.
Yes, the waters are expansive, you haven’t seen an island in days if at all, but this boat is keeping you company, telling jokes, soothing your nerves
Maybe you should be freaking out that this boat is talking, but his voice is nice so what can you say?
You start to joke around, singing dumb sea shanties, he chuckles with your antics, but keeps moving forward.
The sea is vast, but at least you’re not alone
Survival Rate: 98%
Imagine this: You’ve just been dropped in this random place. Now you’re on a random raft in the middle of the sea
Suddenly, the wind isn’t strong enough to push you forward and you’re on top of a tidal wave
Your raft finally gets back on steady water, but now there’s a shadow looming over you
You turn around and you can even comprehend how big it is
It’s probably the Kraken btw
Survival Rate: 0%
You’re cooked 100%
Hyrule
I’m realizing that a good bit of these rooms are in the woods, well, Rulie’s is no better🤷🏽♂️
Except these woods don’t have anything trying to actively murder you and eat you
These woods have things trying to help you
Little floating glowing grandmas if you will😌
As soon as you fell into these woods you smelled sugar and sweets, you were still very discombobulated from your fall and now you were suddenly in woods?
Soon enough, you’re swarmed by lights of different colors, they ask you if you’re alright, if you’re ok, what is someone like you doing here
Then they guide you out of the Fairy woods, whether that means that you end up in another room or go home is up to god
Survival Rate: 100%
Idea given to me by @tiercel13
A neverending cave slowly circling further and further down. The deeper you go the more it seems to close in, the air seems thicker, and the voices of people you almost recognize begin to echo off the walls, crying for help
This room, similar to Time’s “safe space” is mostly a “you’re going to go insane” rather than “that thing is gonna fucking kill you” :)
Survival Rate: depends how sane you were when you entered
Four
Imagine going on a wild goose chase for coins kinstones in a field with all the pieces hidden in tall grass
Survival Rate: 100% but it’s hell
This is gonna make some people mad but let me cook rq
You guys know Poppy Playtime? The Smiling Critters that chase you? That one clip from the Hour of Joy when they were eating that one guy alive?
That, but Minish :)
Survival Rate: 0%
As you traverse these woods, you realize that there are no animals in the wake. No rabbits, no mice, not even a wolf.
But this forest is littered with the bones of those lost animals.
So basically for backstory, minish got overpopulated and that meant they ate meat religiously. It was enough to feed, but soon enough, they ran out of food and now they’re hungry again
There is no survival here
There are too many Minish and you are locked in their woods
You can here their chittering and chatting, but if they spot you, you’ll only know by the dead silence of the forest
You can try breaking the bones you find on your path, opening the middle so they can smell the marrow rather than your flesh
But you only have little time and some bones are thick
And- wait…who’s bones are these? These are Hylain bones-
Legend
There are so many choices with Legend…
For his safe room, you’re just chilling on the walls. Not in the walls, on them. Your image is planted on the wall. You can move freely, you’re just glued to the wall, 2D
You’ll probably use this to scare the weird people who live around the house who’s walls you currently inhabit.
Survival Rate: 99.9% (Someone played too much and the family who lived there destroyed the house)
You guys no the movie Us? It’s basically that
There are different versions of you running around and they kinda really want you dead-
Survival Rate: 65%
#linked universe#linkeduniverse#the backrooms#liminal spaces#lu au#lu time#lu twilight#lu warriors#lu sky#lu legend#lu hyrule#lu four#lu wild#lu wind#linked universe twilight#linked universe time#linked universe warriors#linked universe wild#linked universe wind#linked universe sky#linked universe four#linked universe legend#linked universe hyrule#SHADY RANTS#this took me way too long💀💀💀#thank you everyone that helped!!!#if anyone has some ideas go for it!#I haven’t olayed a lot of these games so I wouldn’t be surprised if someone else’s sounded so much better than what I have-#SCREAMS FROM THE SHADE#loz link
159 notes
·
View notes
Text
I’ve been thinking about branching out and writing some more small scenes with First and the Chain. Just like little ficlets with them getting to know each other, comforting one another, and just having some much-needed light hearted fun.
So, I’m curious
What shenanigans do you want to see First get up to with the Chain?
#I’ve already got a fic in the works with him accidentally touching the shadow crystal hehe#but I’m interested to know what else y’all want to see#no guarantee I’ll write all of the suggestions I may get#but I’d love to here everyone’s thoughts#*hear*#trin rambles#first meets the chain au#linked universe#linkeduniverse#lu first#also#I’m up for writing stuff about First’s life before the events of the manga too
51 notes
·
View notes
Text
Another weird dream. This time it was weird in a different way though, there was some kind of monster thing that where if it attacked you (killed you? Ate you? It was vague) you got like, absorbed into it, and it took one of your abilities or something. It was just this big dark cloud though, it was spooky.
In the dream, all of the chain had fought it and been absorbed except for Wild, because somehow because of his sleep in the shrine when the monster tried to absorb him it didn’t really work, and Wild was left as this weird spirit thing. He got weaker over time though, like the monster was still absorbing him somehow. And the only way to make sure he didn’t get totally absorbed was to somehow get magic from the northern lights. I don’t know how he did it, but somehow he managed it at least once.
He went to find Malon because she somehow knew what was going on, and they were trying to get a plan together but my alarm went off so I don’t know what happened next 😭
#it had really pretty images going on too it was all snowy with the northern lights and stars and things#rambles from the floor#linkeduniverse#linked universe#lu Wild#dreams#Wild were you okay was everyone else okay what happenedddddddd
25 notes
·
View notes
Text
Don’t piss off the person in charge of your meals.
Forget copious amounts of goron spice, if the chain really pisses off Wild they’re making either dubious food, rock hard food, or monster stew. What’s the rest of the chain going to do, cook a 5 star meal to avoid the purposefully icky food? No way, the most elaborate meal they can make is absolutely nothing compared to what Wild makes for them when he hasn’t been pissed off by them.
#oh you pissed off basically the only guy who can cook?#have fun with the consequences of your own actions#if they thought the goron spice was bad then oh boy are they in for it now#wild can do so much worse if she wants#lu chain#linked universe#lu wild#wild is a feral child but a great cook#and if you piss him off too much the feral child overtakes the great cook#and you get dubious food or worse if that happens#so don’t piss off the one in charge of your food#wild can’t stay mad at them long though#especially once they apologize#he makes a simple but delicious meal for himself#but makes enough for everyone else#so that once he’s calmed down the chain doesn’t have to eat such bad food#i feel like wild understands the importance of having food you want to eat and wouldn’t actually deprive the rest of the chain of good food#but still. it just proves you don’t piss off the cook
38 notes
·
View notes
Text
One Piece #789 (vol. 78)
I'm using all my restrain not to upload the whole issue. This is my jam.
(Also I love Zoro's reaction. As usual, he shows his faith in Luffy by going "you fucking better beat the tar out of the big bad!" It reminds me of him going "If he couldn't do at least that [take down 50k enemies with his SK haki] then I should be captain". Like, the crew has a lot of faith in Luffy, but Zoro in particular is always kinda demanding that he live up to it, while everyone else takes it as a given. Not that he doesn't as well, really, I think this is just his way of expressing his faith without being too vulnerable about it. He's wrong in the head, and I love him for it.)
#One Piece#one piece manga#Monkey D. Luffy#Dressrosa arc#Dressrosa#Don Quixote Doflamingo#I'm not tagging everyone else#zolu#<-it could be platonic I'm just covering my bases#I'm not tagging the zo to the lu because the meat of the post isn't about him and I don't wanna bloat the tags#man spoiler (to myself too lmao) but what are people gonna act like when ACTUALLY becomes a god (or smth)?
48 notes
·
View notes
Text
Love how every once in a while some random bigot appears in the LU tag. Go find a different webcomic or something if the fanbase being mostly queer bothers you so much. ANYWAYS EVERYONE IN LU IS QUEER AND TRANS!!! BE AFRAID!!!
#h talks#they all act like they're being targeted too like. cmon you started this 💀#'predatory and overtly sexual' oh so you're stupid then :) thanks for letting everyone know#everything else I have to say is entirely impolite#should I edit them all into a pride parade for fun 💀#i just. like in what world would any of the lu characters be bigoted like that. Wild canonically crossdresses . bro does not care#linked universe
76 notes
·
View notes
Text
maybe i should have lu ten and jee know each other since jee apparently fought at the siege
#id say to parallel zuko and lu ten since im doing this with my au abt him and zhao#because zhao was lu tens no. 1 terrorizer until the bitter end too#but jee wouldnt know anymore than everyone else does about lu tens death so it wouldnt really matter either way lmao#so its just me wanting to include jee i fear.
32 notes
·
View notes
Text
uni… i finally… finished it…
here we go! wind, with the help of wild, has gotten his hands on an entire jar of goron spice. unfortunately, earlier that day, warriors made fun of wind’s pirate accent. truly unfortunate.
#AAAAA#I WENT WAY TOO OVERBOARD WITH THIS#scolding myself there was no need for me to tire myself out with all that shading 💀#oops#can y’all’s tell i can’t do backgrounds yet?#bcz I cantttt :)#anywho uni i hope u enjoy#and everyone else 💙💙💙#i headcanon that the captain was a very low spice tolerance :)#windy’s art#art requests#linked universe#linked universe wind#linked universe warriors#lu wind#lu warriors#oops that’s a lot of tags 💀
33 notes
·
View notes
Photo
so anyone gonna talk about how he looks like while being attacked by a foe or,
#limbus company#hong lu#project moon#like Jesus everyone else looks worried or nervous or something meanwhile with hong lu im like 90 percent sure hes not only smiling#but blushing and shit too
127 notes
·
View notes
Text
Numb (Linked Universe oneshot)
(@ludoluck @goosekee @artisticgamer)
@triforce-of-mischief @silvercaptain24 @zarvasace @ajscico @uncleskyrule poking y'all because this is my submission for the writing challenge! :D Still no pressure, you don't have to do it; if you change your mind it's totally fine! But if you do it, please poke me so I can read all the Sky stuff :D
Summary: Nearly losing Twilight was devastating to the entire Chain. Sky managed to hold it together the best, though, and seemed to be doing fine.
Until he wasn't.
(Click here to read on AO3)
Twilight was improving.
It had been a long road. The Ordonian had spent nearly a week trapped at the inn, exhausted and steadily trying to get his strength back. He’d been in bed so long that he’d needed help with basic functions, and it was clear that it had been very emotionally draining for the hero who was so used to being strong and independent.
Time had been by his side as much as physically possible, and he honestly rarely left the room. Hyrule and Wild came and went with potions and elixirs – it seemed like the champion had spent nearly as much time hunting for new ingredients as he did lingering by Twilight’s side. With Wild preoccupied, Warriors was in charge of gathering supplies and food. He also took charge of the group since Time was too worried over his descendant to think about everyone’s needs. No one blamed him for it.
Warriors had been stressed. Sometimes he vanished for a few hours, and Sky would find him swinging his sword at nothing, pushing himself to the point of collapse because that, as he claimed, was how he coped. Sky would guide him indoors and tell him to rest, would tell him that he would take care of everything.
So he did.
He hugged Wind when the sailor broke down the next morning. He reassured Legend when he paced the room worriedly. He gathered supplies for meals. He supported Warriors when the captain faltered. He made sure Hyrule and Wild slept, he brought food to Time. He helped their leader take care of Twilight’s daily needs while Hyrule and Wild focused on his wound. He tried to reassure and calm Four; he noticed the tension between him and Wild and tried to mediate it as best he could.
It had worked well. They had gotten through it. It had been two weeks since Twilight’s injury and the Ordonian was back in action for the most part. Epona carried him for their walks because he was still too weak to really get far, and they took frequent breaks. Twilight was frustrated at his progress, but he was also one of the most stubborn heroes and therefore kept pushing forward. Sky would stay with him in the night when he would lose his composure a little and cry in discouragement or exhaustion, speaking words that he wouldn’t dare say in front of Time or Wild. Warriors oftentimes helped to support him through it as well, but Sky could see the weariness in the captain’s eyes.
They’d all taken a toll from the wound, though they’d really only acknowledged Twilight’s injury. Not their own.
But that was fine. Twilight was the one who had almost died, after all. The rest of them just dealt with the repercussions.
And Sky did what he could to help.
Because somebody had to, and he wasn’t going to not be the one to help everyone.
Besides, he was fine. He’d cried a little the first night as he’d supported the others. But then he’d pressed onward. And it seemed like he was handling it better than anyone else. At this point he was the only one who hadn’t broken down multiple times in one way or another, though nobody had acknowledged it. They just continued to rely on him.
So here he sat, three weeks after Twilight’s injury, staring at the ground.
And staring.
And staring.
His head felt simultaneously heavy and light, as if he finally had become the airhead everyone teased him to be. His body felt too heavy to fight against gravity, but strong enough to stay in the same position. He felt like he’d stop breathing if he just used one more ounce of energy. He felt too empty and too full. He felt like he should care about anything right now but he just didn’t.
He didn’t care about anything. He didn’t feel anything. He hadn’t felt anything in nearly a week.
But it had been fine, because it allowed him to focus on others. He’d figured he’d gotten his worry and hurt out of the way the first night. So then he was fine to help everyone else after that, because they were most certainly not fine.
And he’d just been numb.
At one point Sky had paused while holding Wind after the sailor had a nightmare, and he’d thought, I should feel something, shouldn’t I?
But he hadn’t.
I guess that means I’m okay, he’d figured.
But now that numbness had spread, like an acid eating away at his soul. It had already hollowed his heart, and now it was hollowing his mind and body.
Some part of his mind that was still somewhat functional wondered if he was maybe just tired. He’d had plenty of times in his life where he’d been too out of sorts to really care about anything. Groose had always made fun of him for it, though recently it was lighthearted.
Maybe he should sleep. But he wasn’t tired. But he was.
His head hurt. And he just stared.
“Sky?”
That was the captain. He should respond.
Sky looked up to stare at Warriors, who was watching him worriedly.
“You okay?” he asked softly.
Sky stared longer, just breathing. Then he gave a small, automatic smile and nodded. He shouldn’t worry the captain. Hylia knew the man had enough to worry about.
“I’m okay,” he said, and goddesses just speaking took so much energy out of him. “Just tired.”
Warriors chuckled. “Best get some sleep, Sky; you do seem to need it a lot.”
An observation. A sting. A lighthearted remark. A slap in the face.
Sky blinked. And felt nothing.
“Yeah,” he mumbled before returning his gaze to the ground.
He heard the captain linger for a moment, hovering over him. Something started prickling in his body, a sickly feeling in his stomach and tightness in his chest. It gave him energy, and he snapped into focus for a moment, rising to his feet and waving off the soldier as he continued to watch him. “I’m okay.”
And so he was. He was okay.
Just numb. Just going through the motions. Empty smiles, empty eyes, empty heart. But it worked. He could still function. He could help Wild make dinner when the champion started late because he’d been helping Twilight. He could do some chores and take an extra watch so Time and Warriors actually rested. He could do sword drills with Wind, Legend, Hyrule, and Four and teach them some maneuvers. He could help Twilight exercise and improve his strength. He could listen to all of them rant (except Time, Sky was fairly certain that man only confided in Malon), he could nod and offer a shoulder to cry on or a warm hug.
And then one day, someone said, “Sky, how does your sailcloth still smell so good? I swear, you put perfume on it, there’s no way it’s Zelda. Here, let me see—”
Something in Sky broke.
“You touch it and I’ll kill you,” he hissed, eyes burning a hole into everyone.
The camp froze. The air grew instantly thick. Sky felt his own head spin, his heart racing.
He hadn’t meant it. No, not really. He would never kill his brothers, goddesses no.
But he wanted to hurt them. He really, really did. Just for a moment. Just in the time it took him to spit out the words.
Sky felt sick and scared and hurt and angry and empty and full and insane and he shot to his feet and walked away. Walked far, far away, into the forest, away from them and away from the words and away from everything.
His walking turned into a full-on sprint.
He ran forever. He ran for a second. He didn’t know. All he knew was that he skidded to a halt, gasped for air, stared at the sky and started to cry.
And cry and cry.
Sky doubled over, sobbing until he sank to his knees, his entire body heavy, feeling like he’d been crushed by Tentalus aboard Skipper’s old ship. He couldn’t control his breathing, he couldn’t stop his body from shaking. He couldn’t stop his mind from spiraling.
I can’t believe I said that – what is wrong with me?!
He was so alone and so scared.
Sky barely registered soft footsteps crunching the dead leaves around him. Feet scuffed behind him and then stopped, and the same quiet footsteps settled in front of him. A little hiss emitted from the person in front of him, and in the corner of his blurry vision paws disappeared from view, and the sound of a chain dangling tickled his ears, barely audible over his gasping.
“Sky,” Twilight’s tone was so quiet Sky almost didn’t hear it. He hugged himself and curled in on himself so tightly his was going to bruise his arms. He could hardly draw in breath, tears and phlegm and spit intermingling and dropping to the ground, hidden by his hair.
What is wrong with me what is wrong with me—
Warm hands settled in his shoulders, one sweeping up and down his back. “Sky, what’s wrong?”
Sky rubbed his face with his palms, spreading moist soil all over his cheeks and forehead. His breath hitched when he tried to speak, and he devolved into sobbing once more. He tried wiping his face again, digging his fingernails into the skin so sharply that he felt little rivulets of blood intermingle with the tears.
Hands hastily snatched his away, and he hiccupped, “I—I d-d—I d-don’t—don’t know—”
He couldn’t get a single word out beyond that, sagging to the ground bonelessly, Twilight’s grip holding him back from completely faceplanting into the soft earth. The rancher’s grip shifted from Sky’s wrists to his armpits, tightening and pulling him forward until he fell against the softness of Twilight’s pelt. Arms encircled him, and he lost what little control he had over himself.
A cool, damp cloth wiped the half of his face that wasn’t buried in Twilight’s chest, but he was too distraught to really do anything about it. He heard rumbling voices around him, barely discernible over his cries. It sounded like Time and Warriors. He didn’t really care.
He was terrified. He felt so out of control. He didn’t know how to stop crying, he didn’t know why or how he went from feeling nothing to feeling everything.
Make it stop, please make it stop!
“I—I don’t—I don’t k-know w-why—” Sky gasped, coughing on his words and nearly hyperventilating in an attempt to speak through his tears. “I—what’s w-wrong with m-me—”
“Hey,” Warriors interrupted him softly, patting his back as Twilight held him more tightly. “It’s okay. Don’t worry about why, just let it out.”
This was so messed up and stupid, he was supposed to be helping the others and now—now—
The more Sky tried to figure it out the more scared he became, and the more he cried. Twilight held him throughout the ordeal, slowly rocking him back and forth. Eventually the rancher shifted, and someone else pressed against them both, adding to the hug. Warriors’ distinct cologne filled Sky’s nostrils, and he felt a warm scarf wrap around him.
Something about the change in position and increased heat made his body finally loosen up, though he imagined pure exhaustion had to do with it as well. Sky’s sobs devolved into sniffles and hiccups, and he felt Twilight’s calloused fingers massage the back of his neck in an attempt to help the muscles relax. Sky wasn’t feeling everything all at once anymore, and the numbness was gone too.
Instead, he just felt empty.
The world moved and Sky moved with it, being gently pulled somewhere. Before he knew it he was lying on the ground, tucked into someone’s side with a couple blankets thrown over him. He let out another involuntary hiccup, the remains of his earlier cries, and a hand rubbed his back reassuringly. He wasn’t sure how they’d gotten back to camp when he’d just been sitting on the ground somewhere in the forest, but he distinctly heard the sounds of every one of his brothers.
“You sure you grabbed everything?”
“Yeah, packed up the whole place. We good to camp out here?”
“It’s secure enough.”
“Is he okay? What happened?”
“Does he need dinner?”
“Just leave him be for now. We’ll try in the morning.”
The voices grew quieter and less coherent, but Sky at least had the reassurance that they were all there. He felt horrible and guilty all of a sudden, torn between apologizing and running away, and tears burned in his eyes again. He was far too tired to repeat his earlier breakdown, though, and instead whimpered as the tears slowly leaked out.
The person holding him tensed and fabric rustled as they looked somewhere. Someone walked over and chuckled.
“Can’t handle some tears, old man?”
“You’re far better at this than me.”
“Just keep holding him. I’ll get the camp settled and be back. Rancher’s with Champion, he’ll be fine.”
Someone sighed and held Sky tighter, and he felt a gentle kiss press against his hair. The tenderness of the gesture made him tremble and whimper again, and he turned his head to hide his face in the person’s shirt.
“Go to sleep, Sky,” Time’s voice rumbled over him, his breath tickling Sky's scalp.
Sniffling, he nodded and let his exhaustion win over him.
#writing#linkeduniverse#linked universe#lu sky#and everyone else but especially him#lu twilight#lu warriors#lu time#if someone wants to continue this and give Sky some more comfort/resolution please do#I projected too much onto him to give him too much comfort lol#I've had a couple breakdowns like this and it's not fun#when your brain is just automatically wired to numb out whatever bothers you#you don't know what's wrong when it all comes crashing down#write in your own style challenge
151 notes
·
View notes
Text
Linked Universe X Reader Fairy Tale Collection
@luimagines . Second chapter in the act before it properly picks up into the title proper which is at the end of the act, gotta have that build and set up. It's short for that purpose only plus I don't want it to drag on too much.
Fun Fact: by Medieval Logic, Theaters would exist on LoZ, just be rare.
-Just an Anon on A Stroll 🐚/ Wintertime Storyteller.
Opening Act, Scene II
As Time predicted, you've all reached the village just before midday, it was idyllic and quiet, sleepy in the simple provincial way you hardly could experience back home. It's situated in between the Era of Time and Twilight, so the geography nor the culture had changed so much that you'd need to adapt quite yet, and strangely enough it reminded you a bit of the Kakariko in Legend's time or Four's Hyrule Town, with it's mix of local markets, a bustling farm an hour of it's gates, the citizens house's modest but charming in design and surrounded by the woods, it was a breath of fresh air to any weary travelers on the road, on the edges of being a town but not quite.
There was one very notable feature, though, a strong oak tree on the center of the square which a river cut through, and further out at it's outskirts a theater standing proud and tall, with a stained glass window above it's door in a crystalline, shattered array of rainbow flowers glinting against the early afternoon sun. It was enough to make you pause from where you've been examining the prices of potions and plotting how to best haggle for it's prices (a painstakingly learned skill, but one that's served you well, you send a mental thank you to Legend). Staring trasnfixedly at it with a tilted head, squinting.
The building stood proud and tall on the edges of the village, even above the town hall. Two story and almost like it's own miniature castle, it's walls painted a solemn gray and it's rooftop and structural beams made from dark wood, it's sign was oddly aged from what you could see from the stall though. You couldn't even properly make out the Hylian in it anymore from beneath the little carved raven holding a quill, from one of the windows of the upper floors, you swore you could see two prinpicks of crimson light.Though when you've blinked they were gone, and it could easily be attributed to the shadow cast by the rooftop, a wave of unease shot through your core and your hair stood on end as the very familiar cold of goose flesh overcame you, it made you rub your own arms to try and bring the warmth of the sun back but alas, twas a futile attempt.
Something about that place rattled you to the core with just a single glance, and you didn't like it.
"Cold deary?" Inquired the old lady, snapping your attention back to her and her wares, right, red, green and blue potions were what you were here for, the last ones a rarity but you've all gathered more than enough of the ingredients in between jumps so they wouldn't be as expensive, thankfully, she simply waved off your apologies with a knowing smile, "It's quite alright, must be the storm winds. The fortune teller did say weeks in advance to prepare for it will come today, so make sure to bundle up tight, they give anyone an awful shiver this far from the plains."
"Thank you." You smiled, gratefully passing her the necessary ingredients for the blue potions as she bottled up each of the potions from her cauldron, you catch Twilight's eye from where he's stopping Epona for a drink at the river and wave him over, someone will have to tell the other's sleeping in the open is off the table today, you see Hyrule come back with a pack to him and after a short exchange, it seems Twilight directed him to you. Good, the potions look to be of almost perfect quality from what you can observe, but it's always good to have a second opinion from the main group healer, "If I my ask, is there any nearby inn here we could possibly stay in until it passes? Or maybe a tavern?"
"Oh no, unfortunately not dear. My apologies." She shakes her head at you, finishing up with the red potions and moving on to the green ones, the sinking feeling in your stomach returns as she sighs, "A tragedy happened recently you see, monsters and bandits attacked our village in these recent weeks, while we mostly came unscathed. The inn was not so lucky and took some heavy blows when the men came to defend our home, the poor healer has been besides herself with overworking to fix up the injured, poor thing."
"Excuse me ma'am, if I may interrupt?" Interjected Hyrule as he reaches your side, polite as ever as he smiles, the old woman blinks in surprise but waves him on, "Did you notice anything off about those monsters? Anything unusual at all? And where is the healer if I may? They could probably use the help and I'm not half bad with injuries."
She bites her lip in though, humming to herself, while at it you pass one of the potions to Hyrule to observe, gotta make sure you weren't ripped off after all, "Well... There was an unusual amount of Wolfos and Stalfos for one, Wizzrobes too among the moblins, when the armored bandits were cut by our men. They bled black, like ink you see. The Wizzrobes were the ones to set the inn on fire, riding on beings with the head of a feline, body of a man and a horse's bottom." She sighs, moving onto the green potions, before smiling at Hyrule, "Almost though I'd die on the spot from fright, thankfully my granddaughter managed to grab me away to shelter. In any case, aren't you a nice young lad? Thank you for offering dear, but they should be fine, my granddaughter occasionally helps the healer in between her job at the tailor's. So they should be alright, you and your friends have bigger things to worry about than our woes as you seem like a burdened lot." She laughs, head raised high as she turns back, "If we all survived for so long, we aren't about to start lagging now! So don't trouble yourselves eh?"
You and Hyrule trade a look, your lips twitch at the light flush he gets from the old lady's words (because frankly they weren't wrong) before the good humor is tempered, Lynels weren't around in either Time's or Twilight's eras and between that and the black blood, you'd bet your trusty dagger that the Shadow was behind it, but why here? Why the inn? Hyrule coughs, "W-well, I wouldn't say it would be a trouble... If I can help-"
"Nonsense dear, really. It's quite alright." She sent him a stern look, shaking the ladle at him and making the Traveler rear back a bit, you chuckle, patting his head.
"It's alright 'Rulie, we should probably take her word for it before you get brained. Plus you need to rest a bit anyway." The road seemed to get more arduous as time went on and unfortunately, that meant more injuries, pushing Hyrule when he already did so much for you all would just be cruel. He deserves a break. "Is there anywhere else we can stay to wait out the storm, then?"
"Oh yes, you're quite in luck actually. You see the theater?" She nodded to it, you have been trying very hard not to think about it actually, you though to yourself, tensing up a bit, Hyrule looked over at the building with a blink before looking over at you with a small, worried frown, "The director is a very kind person, they're willing to offer shelter and food to any travelers and performers free of charge. I'm sure if you've talked you could work something out, their theater is the pride and joy of our little village, and quite cozy too backstage."
This all feels... Too convenient, or too suspicious, but hearing the distant rumble of thunder and spotting the circle of clouds in the sky, you soldier on and send a reassuring smile to Hyrule, no matter how uncomfortable the view of that place made you, you refused to let your companions sleep in the rain when it's the clearest option available, you then nod to the old lady, "I see, where can we find them?"
"Usually it would be in the theater, but it's closed today to give the actors some time for rest, so your best bet is beneath the square's tree. They like to sit there and tell stories to the village's children or anyone who'll listen until the moon is high in the sky." Chuckles the old lady, smiling merrily. It makes a part of you uncoil a bit, maybe you're just being paranoid, anyone willing to take the free time out of their day just to entertain kids can't be too bad right? (... Right? Though you've all been proven wrong before), So you nod and turn to Hyrule, handing him the rupee pouch with the payment for the potions, "Thank you then ma'am, can you handle it here, then find Time and tell him about this, Rulie? If he doesn't already know what's going on that is and if it isn't any trouble."
He shakes his head, taking it from you before placing his hand on your shoulder, leaning away from the old lady to talk quietly into your ear, "No problem at all, but will you be okay? You looked shaken back there. If anything we can just wait until the others are done."
You smile, gently squeezing his hand back, "I'll be alright, it was just something that was nagging at me. It's better if one of us try catching them now to talk or else we might miss them entirely before the storm starts and you're better with medicinal items, so let me handle it while you finish up here, okay?" He still doesn't look convinced, "Tell you what, if I run into one of the others. I'll ask them to accompany me, deal? We'll meet by the bridge anyway, so it will save time."
He still looks reluctant, worried in that way you knew Hyrule could get in the way he always made sure to round the members of the group up after battles to heal all of their wounds, in the way you, Legend, Time and Wild practically had to pin him down so he could take a break and let others handle it himself, remember him that he didn't need to keep pushing until he broke and had to rebuild himself from scratch like the kingdom he was named after, before nodding, albeit giving you a stern look and poke to the shoulder, "Alright, but you better be careful you hear? Healer's orders, everyone's well being is important in all ways."
You giggle, saluting, before nodding to the old lady an heading off with a wink, "Sir yes sir!"
Passing through the stalls, you spot Legend and Four at the blacksmith's, Wild and Twilight talking shop with the owners of spice and vegetable stalls, Calamity at their side a silent but observant shadow, eager to learn even if he wasn't the best cook, waving to them (and studiously pretending you didn't notice the sharpening of Twilight's eyes and the traded look with Wild, their instincts unparalled when someone they considered part of their makeshift pack wasn't at their best, you prayed to Farore they wouldn't worry much for a repeat of the Hateno Camp Incident was not something you wanted), soon you cross the bridge and reach the village square, following the sound of a strong and animated voice you presumably find the director.
They looked over all common, at a glance, almost bewilderingly so given the world you've been taken to. With long salt and pepper hair, black rimmed glasses, open dark and light gray coat over a black vest and trousers, they'd could pass by as a citizen in Warriors' castle town, the one notable feature was the blood red gem round their throat in a crimson ribbon and a similar crystalline, feather like ornament on their hair, they made animated gestures as they spoke to the small crowd of enraptured children, oddly enough their coat sleeves reminded you of sweeping wings, flapping this way and that as they made dramatic gestures.
"-The mirror shattered, and the hero could finally, truly, see himself again, returned to his true form and able to see his beloved once more after so long. Held in the arms of the witch at last, they walked hand in hand, towards freedom, towards a new sunset, the end." Concluded the narrator, chuckling themselves at the clapping and slight snickering from the children, they bow theatrically and clap their hands together three times, before winking, shrugging as they turned away, "Of course, that's not the end of their story or of their many many misadventures. Though I doubt any of you little rascals would like to listen..."
"Tell us another one! Tell us another one, Storyteller! No fair! You can't leave it at that" Cried out a little boy from the crowd, making the director laugh before their eyes set on you once they spin on their heel, even with such friendly visage, you can't help the slightly chill of discomfort on your skin before they look at the sky quickly turning cloudy, patting the boy's head after crouching to his side, they wink, "Tell you what, once the storm passes. You all come to the theater, and I'll put in a proper show for you lot, alright? Now scram! Shoo! Your parents must be worried about you little gremlins by now." They shooed them off, to the children's many protests,n qa before leaning against the tree with a smile, "Couldn't help but notice you there, let me guess, have business with little old me? Seems like an awful lot of new faces do, recently."
You take a deep, deep breath, steel yourself with the knowledge that you're all in a very public square, some of the children are watching curiously still and should anything happen, that you can see Wind, Spirit and Wars on your left just exiting the general shop with supplies, any of your friends would have your back should your bad feeling be true, "Yes, hello there, apologies for cutting in, it sounded like they were having fun." That much was true, children loved stories, so making them wait to hear more when they were so clearly exited was a small stab of guilt, the director only laughs, waving you off.
"Oh none of that, they get me almost everyday in the theater and out of it. So I can spare the time to talk to strangers." They offer you a low bow, "The name's Raven, everyone calls me that, now! What do you need?"
"Me and my companions were just passing by, but as you can guess, plans got a bit derailed."
"The storm, yes, plus the monster reports I'm guessing." They tilted their chin to the west, and once you looked over a cringe runs through you, the inn really was reduced to rubble... It reminded you of some of the ruins in Wild's time, for a second there. Yikes, the Shadow definitely did a number in it in compensation for not getting to the rest of the village.
"Precisely, we heard from the potion maker that you offered lodging and meals for travelers temporarily as a result."
"For a price, you'd be correct." They added, smiling and chuckling at your expression, "Oh no need to make that face, that's just how the world works. Though I'm not interested in money, stash whatever is going through your head back in the chest of your mind and slam the lid shut!"
You breathe a sigh of relief, so the old lady wasn't lying after all, though it makes that niggling feeling of unease rise up again, "I see, but then what-"
They raise an eyebrow at you, "Isn't it obvious?" They sigh, shaking their head with a disappointed tsk, "I'm a storyteller at heart you know. Even above my love for theater, is my love for stories, you can stay the night as long as you all stick around to listen to thirteen of my tales to completion as they are performed on our humble stage."
... You blink, "...That's it? That's all you want?"
The person crosses their arms in front of their chest with a hmph, chin raised, it makes the blood red gem on their neck all the more obvious and for some reason, compels you to look away, "I'm half offended that you said 'that's it' of all things, but I'll let it slide. Yes that is indeed all I want." They smile, it's a small, eager thing, they look to almost bound into place with excitement, and the sight made you smile, "Me and the troupe rarely get to perform for new people anymore, you know? The village is small and we rarely get any travelers nowadays. At best we are a pitstop unless something like this happens, can you blame me for wanting to capitalize on it? Boredom is as lethal as a sword to the head and heart I say!"
You giggle with an agreeing nod, "You're not wrong... But are you sure?"
"As a traveler on the road you and your companions would know best I wager, consider this a break for you all and a gift for me. I'm as sure as the sky is blue and the grass is green." They nod, before looking over your shoulder, smiling in amusement at something, before turning to you, "Your friend with the wolf pelt is looking this way, so how about this: You gather all of them and decide what to do, after that, you can all come to me before the storm starts with your choice, my doors shall be open for you."
"Thank you." You nod, before turning on your heel, true to form. Twilight was waving you over, Hyrule by his side and Time on the other, seems he already told them of the circumstances. Your wariness forgotten, you keep an eye on the sky and go forth to discuss the possibility with time.
You miss how the director smiles, teeth a bit too sharp, before they turn towards the theater, their shadow shifts just so, and a black cat comes to join their steps as they pull out a black book and the quill from their head. "Not at all dear, if anything... Thank you."
The clouds seemed to get darker as they wrote and murmured to themselves, a dense layer where there once was a sunny day. And had anyone looked too closely, they'd notice that with the sharp snap of the book closing, came the roar of thunder and the howling of winds.
Opening Act, End Scene II
#linked universe#linked universe x reader#linked universe au#lu x reader#lu chain#because tagging every one would be disorganized inaccurate and messy xD#the director's name is simultaneously a pun and a reference#the story they're telling is made up but it does it's job for now.#they won't appear much after the opening act as most of it will be from the perspective of the boys and reader's#lu hyrule#Twilight Wild and everyone else from last chapter is here too but they don't do much yet.
69 notes
·
View notes
Text
there's something really soft and almost... careful, I guess?? about how Carmy says Syd's name, especially when he uses her full name and actually calls her Sydney (this kitchen is full of people whose love language is nicknames), and I cannot figure it out??? like there's something different about how he says her name vs how he says anyone else's and I don't think it's at all conscious, I think maybe to some degree it's familiarity; they don't know each other as well as anyone else, Syd is a central part of the restaurant but she's also still the new girl, and obviously there's this kind of instant connection and they have a lot of communication that's just half-finished sentences and understanding, but also. also. there's a bit of caution. idk I just think the way he says her name is really interesting and I want to figure out WHY he sounds so much softer with her than anyone else, even when he's annoyed
#this is of course excluding ep7 bc that was just a huge crapshoot in every way possible#but generally speaking he does sound softer with syd than anyone else#and i do think it's partly a tentative kind of thing bc they still don't know each other that well#and maybe some curiosity too?? i feel like there's a lot of curiosity underpinning their whole relationship#like... who are you. who are you to me and who are you GOING to be to me. how comfortable are we.#idk just. thinking#i love when names/nicknames are significant so i am still a bit stuck on everyone immediately deciding#that she's syd not sydney#and carmy specifically only really using her whole name in more serious moments???#which i think a couple of the others do too#and richie generally just calls her sydney bc he's trying to be pointed about Not accepting her#also while I'm on names: carmy using sugar's real name vs calling her sugar#like the times he actually calls her nat/natalie are... their more dysfunctional (than usual) moments#which seems important???#Lu rambles#the bear#meta finding tag
81 notes
·
View notes
Note
Did Lu Woh choose an Erune form because he likes cats?
Maybe!!! We can't know for sure. But considering he's so serious and focused with what he's doing it's interesting that he still picked Erune over human as a mortal form.
so he must be liking cats. I have to believe.
tho tbh i was joking a bit but the more i think about it, the more i think Granblue may be setting him up on that part -- because like... The Many Lives of Cats and Dante's whole approach to Cat and Life is something that Granblue really love and believe in, that life is worth living once you remember your own freedom the way cats do. Considering Lu Woh is the guardian of life and the fact Granblue is setting up "Cats know how to live the good life" i think Granblue has an agenda for Lu Woh in the end.
and i swear i'm not even fully joking!!! i believe!!!
who knows...
#like i think one aspect of Lu Woh as an Erune is that compared to the rest of his group#he's the one who looks the most like the form he picked#(compared to Tall Draph Lady or whatever the fuck Galleon has going on)#but in the end he doesn't commit to the fashion because since he's not a real Erune#he doesn't know/understand that the back being uncovered is because Erune are heavily uncomfortable otherwise#like sure they can cover their back but it's like having a scarf tied a little too tight around your neck#it's doable but not comfortable.#Lu Woh is perfect as an Erune -- except that he doesn't grasp this one thing lots of Erune have going for them#so i think it's mostly the one way to show Lu Woh 'do something wrong' with his skydweller design#the way everyone else is doing somthing wrong#but yeah now i want him to like cats.#ichareply#ichafantalks gbf#anonymous
3 notes
·
View notes
Text
Whumptober Day 20: Fetal Position (Hyrule)
Read here or on AO3. Trigger warnings: trans man menstruating plus a lot of discussion about it, gender dysphoria/dysmorphia. It gets better though!!! A special guest star helps
Hyrule hobbled down the stairs and promptly collapsed face-first on the couch. He then curled his legs underneath him and shoved his face deeper into the pillows.
“Uh, ‘Roolie?” Legend asked. Hyrule groaned in response.
“Are you dying? What’s happening?” Wind asked.
“Cramps,” Hyrule said, voice muffled by the cushions.
“Oh, that sucks,” Legend said sincerely.
Hyrule curled tighter in on himself as a spike of pain stabbed through his uterus.
“Bad ones?” Sky asked.
Hyrule nodded, voice lost to the pain. A hand gently rested on his back and began rubbing comforting circles.
“Good thing we’re here, then. You can just rest,” Sky said. His voice was closer than before, so Hyrule assumed it was him on the couch.
There was a knock on the doorframe. Hyrule could only raise his eyes, and otherwise stayed completely still.
“C’mon boys,” Time called. He was standing at the doorway in his farming clothes.
“Time to earn your keep,” he added, cracking a lopsided smile. Twilight groaned and dropped his face into his hands. Hyrule thought he heard a mumbled why in there somewhere.
Hyrule took a deep breath, steeled himself, and pushed up into a sitting position. He couldn’t keep the grimace off his face; even the small movement sent pain shooting through his gut and his back. A wave of nausea hit him and he scrunched his eyes shut.
“Yeah, no. I don’t think so,” Legend said. Sky applied a gentle pressure to his shoulder, trying to guide him back down, but Hyrule resisted. He cracked an eye open to find everyone staring at him with concern.
Hyrule frowned, and wiped all evidence of pain off his face. “I’m fine, guys really. I can help.”
“What’s wrong?” Time asked.
“Cramps,” Hyrule said in a small voice. They all knew what he meant, there was no need to elaborate.
Time nodded. “Stay here and rest,” he said. Hyrule shook his head.
“I’ve worked through them before. I had to, on my adventures,” Hyrule argued. Sky squeezed his shoulder.
“There’s no need to push yourself,” Sky said.
“You’re safe here,” Time added, piercing Hyrule with his wise gaze. “Let us take care of you, for once.”
Hyrule hesitated. The voice in the back of his mind, the one that still sounded suspiciously feminine, screamed that he had to get up. He had to prove himself to them, had to make sure they knew he was still capable, no matter his gender. But as he glanced around the room, the faces of his friends were filled with only concern, no judgment.
His muscles clenched, and Hyrule flinched. He had to admit, even just to himself, that these were some of the worst cramps he had ever experienced. Maybe it would be nice to just rest, for once. Hyrule sighed, and let Sky push him back down onto the soft cushions.
“Okay,” Hyrule conceded. “Thank you.”
Time nodded, and rested a hand on his hip. “Good. There’s still work to do, and no getting out of it for the rest of you. Go on.”
Time waved his hand towards the door and the other heroes filed out. Legend smiled and gave Hyrule a thumbs up as he left the room.
“I’ll send Malon in,” Time said, then followed the others out the door.
Hyrule’s mind was so clouded that he didn’t realize he hadn’t come out to Malon until she softly shuffled into the room. His heart rate spiked, and he looked up at her with wide eyes.
“Don’t worry, love, it’s just me,” Malon said. She pulled over a chair, set a basket down on it, then lowered herself onto the couch beside him.
“I assume you already have cloths, but I have extra here if you need them. I have a few different teas, raspberry leaf, ginger, or chamomile are the best for cramping. I have water boiling for the tea and for a hot pack, if you want that too,” Malon said, pulling the various items out of her basket. Hyrule stared, and when he didn’t respond Malon met his eyes with her questioning gaze.
“You’re… okay with this?” Hyrule asked softly.
“Of course,” Malon replied, not missing a beat.
Hyrule blinked. Then, he gave Malon a small smile. Of course she would accept him, he admonished himself.
“What else is going on up there?” Malon asked. She tapped her knuckles gently against Hyrule’s head.
Hyrule sighed, and let out a breathy laugh. He wasn’t surprised Malon could read him so well. Time always said she was all-knowing, after all.
“It’s hard, sometimes, being…” Hyrule paused, words caught in his throat. He was comfortable with his identity at this point, but it was a lot harder to say things out loud. He trusted Malon, of course he did, but he hasn’t spent a lot of time with her. He swallowed, shook his head, and carried on.
“It’s always worse when I’m bleeding. Feels like all the effort I’ve put into my gender identity and expression is… I don’t know, it doesn’t mean as much? And it reminds me I’m not like everyone else, and even though I know they accept me, sometimes I still feel like I have to prove myself,” Hyrule explained. He dropped his gaze.
“Not everyone is so accepting,” Hyrule added in a small voice. Malon hesitated for a long moment. Before she spoke, she placed one of her hands on top of Hyrule’s.
“You know, my Link questioned his gender for a long time,” Malon said, a conspiratorial smile on her face.
Hyrule’s jaw dropped. “Really? But he seems so sure of himself.”
“He is now, but it took a long time to get there. When I first met him, he hardly understood gender at all.” Malon chuckled.
“Wow,” Hyrule whispered.
“He really hasn’t told you that?” Malon asked. Hyrule shook his head. Malon tsked.
“He never has been very good at sharing. Well, only with me, it seems,” she muttered the last bit to herself with a smile.
“The others fully accept who I am, and they treat me as a man. I guess it’s just hard to convince myself, sometimes,” Hyrule said, gaze fixed on his feet.
Malon squeezed his hands and put a finger under his chin. She pushed his chin up gently, and Hyrule allowed his eyes to meet hers.
“Now I want you to listen to this closely,” Malon said, voice suddenly serious.“I don’t know exactly how you’re feeling, but I know you. You’re one of the bravest men I know. You can conquer this, too.”
Hyrule felt all the breath leave his body in one fell swoop. A tear pushed its way out of his eye and trailed a path down his cheek. He threw himself into Malon’s arms, and held on as tightly as he could. Malon caught him easily and hugged him securely against her chest.
“Thank you,” Hyrule said, voice wavering and thick with emotion.
#whumptober2022#no.20#fetal position#linked universe#fic#linkeduniverse#lu fic#linked universe fic#lu hyrule#lu malon#everyone else is there too#trans hyrule#tw:#trans man menstruating#gender dysmorphia#gender dysphoria#ace writes
21 notes
·
View notes
Text
A Dire Revelation
Yall wanna see something I wrote?
https://archiveofourown.org/works/48568042
Well here ya go! You can read it on ao3 or you can read it under the cut (if there is one hopefully there is)
Tags:
Everyone is there but those are the five who are mentioned
Temporary Character Death
Hopeful Ending
Time (Linked Universe)-centric
Sky (Linked Universe)-centric
Time centric cause its his pov but its about Sky and First
Blood and Injury
Angst
Im trying to think of all the tags that this would fall under
The First Hero is Sky's dad
That's important because I love it so much
I wrote this at like 3 am while blasting sad music and here we go
Sky joined The Chain last
for context
I think that's all the tags?
Rating: Teen and Up
Summary: That one word brought Time back to the weeks after their adventure started. On a night after a difficult and bloody fight that left himself and First awake to watch over the other boys. Time had spoken a little about Malon, his dear wife, and had made the choice to tell his fellow hero about how he missed her. In response, First had told him about his home.
-----
A bloody battle leaves The Chain with a horrifying revelation.
The fic is under this nifty cut here that I remembered how to do so have fun!
The battle was tough. It was harrowing. It was draining.
But they managed to win, only at a cost.
Time pressed against the oozing wound that was nearly cleaving First in half. The shadow had snuck on the group from the hoards of other monsters, aiming to strike the newest edition to their group, and had nearly skewered Sky before First had managed to get in the way of the slash.
The man was now collapsed on the ground, breathing heavily as Hyrule sat on his other side with his hands surrounded by the soft glow of healing magic.
The others had finished off the rest of the hoard, Twilight and Warriors leading the group as both older men were down. Sky had rushed over as soon as he could, their newly added member had been a mystery to all of them.
He never pulled down the hood from his cloak, never slept close to others in the camp, and was oddly skittish around both Time and First.
In the beginning, it had sown suspicion in some of the chain. Time remembers when Warriors had confided in him that he was worried Sky had been sent by the Shadow, a false hero meant to divide the group. That had all stopped when Wild started seeking Sky out. The Champion only ever did that with a select few of the chain and with Sky being added onto that list, it quelled any lingering fears.
Now, Sky had bolted to Hylia's favored the minute he could, dropping heavily beside Time as he reached out to touch First before his hand jerked to a standstill as if slapped. The boy was shaking and Time nudged him gently from where his own spot was beside their comrade.
A hooded head turning towards him had Time tilting his head towards First "He's a fighter, and Hyrule has managed to heal wounds from the shadow before." The words seemed to help slightly, Sky lowering his hand and looking back to First.
As the others finally made their way over, the body beneath his hands shuddered before slowly falling still. Hyrule cursed, Wind asked what happened while Warriors dropped on Time's other side to get at the wound. His boys were all either asking what was going on or frantically searching their bags for potions or fairies. Between all of the movement is when Time heard the one thing that drove the nail deeper into his already breaking heart.
" Dad? "
Time, removing his hands from the wound as Warriors finally was able to stitch it, turned to the smaller hero beside him. They'd never heard Sky talk before, the boy preferring sign ever since they met him, and the hero always kept himself quiet either in happiness or sorrow as if trying to be as unobtrusive as possible.
That one word brought Time back to the weeks after their adventure started. On a night after a difficult and bloody fight that left himself and First awake to watch over the other boys. Time had spoken a little about Malon, his dear wife, and had made the choice to tell his fellow hero about how he missed her. In response, First had told him about his home.
About his son
It was clear at that moment why Hylia had chosen First as her favorite. The man had clearly held so much love in his heart. Had been practically radiating it as he spoke about a small boy who followed him where the man went. A small boy who he’d taken in after a terrible night of disaster and death. Hylias favor was the clearest in the fact that First had left his son in his friend's care so that he could set out in an effort to keep him from having to follow in First's steps.
That night played back to Time in a matter of seconds as he heard another shake call from Sky, tears audible as the boy reached out to grip the elder hero's hand.
Quickly, he reached out and placed his hand on Sky's shoulder. Pulling him away from First as he got more frantic and his hood slipped revealing a face almost identical to Hylias favored. Honey-colored hair, earrings the same shade of red as First's cloak, and eyes blue enough to put the heaven to shame. It was the final blow that Time needed to quickly scoop the sobbing teen up and usher him away from his father.
That night would haunt Time, as he cradled a wailing boy who wanted his father to come back. A boy who'd lost the man that raised him to the same thing that'd taken his childhood from him.
And when the sobs had died down, the sun rose and brought along with it the raising of a chest that the sun had blessed.
#Crab Writes#This was actually written at 3am funnily enough#I wrote it in my notes app and then went to bed#Linked Universe#First hero in the LU#Sky is my favorite closely followed by literally everyone else I really like them all#I wanna add to this#and I plan too! Im just also a terrible writer so#im ngl idk what all to tag this as#lu sky#lu time#lu first#think thats all of them? Lets hope so
3 notes
·
View notes
Last Seen Blogs
clickaims
Click Aims
dawahseason-blog
Dawahseason
theinolmedoor766
小罐茶外围模特
subbanator
He's Beauty, He's Grace, He's Miss United Skates
kato-sayaka
SAYAKA KATO