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For the prompt thing- Eyeliner with Time from LU, please?? 🧍🏻♂️
Warriors huffed in frustration as he let his eyeliner drop into his lap. He curled his shaking, swollen hands into fists and dropped them into his lap. Warriors risked a glance into his mirror. There was a thick line of makeup smudged across his eyelid.
Warriors was nearly ready to shove the mirror away and be done with it, but the thought of going without his mask for even a day sent his anxiety spiraling. He closed his eyes, took four deep breaths, then picked up the eyeliner to try again.
He poised his hands in front of his face, but they were shaking even more in his anger than before.
"Captain?" Time asked from behind.
Warriors let his hand flop into his lap again.
"I'll be ready soon," Warriors said. His tone was clipped, but he hoped Time wouldn't notice.
There was a long silence, and Warriors lifted his eyes to the mirror to watch Time's reflection. He had a strange expression on his face that Warriors couldn't quite place, then he silently approached and sat down next to Warriors.
"Can I help?" Time asked.
Warriors took a deep breath and handed his eyeliner to Time. "You know how?"
"I have some experience," Time said.
"I'm not going to be able to do it myself," Warriors said.
Time nodded and gave him a small smile.
"Close," Time said.
Warriors closed his eyes and tilted his head back just so. Time was incredibly gentle wiping off the stray lines and then applying his own. When he was finished, he tapped Warriors' knee and gestured to the mirror. The eyeliner was perfectly placed.
"This looks... where'd you learn to do this so well?" Warriors asked.
"You taught me," Time said. Warriors looked at him in surprise, then cast his mind back to the days of the war.
"Did I?" Warriors asked. He didn't remember every showing Mask how to do makeup. He couldn't imagine the kid sitting still long enough for a lesson in anything.
"Not directly," Time said. "But I watched you almost every day."
"Oh," Warriors said. Time averted his gaze and shrugged.
"I looked up to you, you know," Time said. Then, he abruptly cleared his throat and pushed himself to his feet.
"It came in handy. Malon is a disaster at eyeliner," Time said with a grin.
Warriors huffed a laugh. "Thanks," he said.
"Anytime," Time said.
Edit: THERE IS ART NOW!!!
#linked universe#lu warriors#lu time#lu mask#wars and mask my weakness#three sentence prompt#ace writes
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Not single word but would kindly request cuddly comfort three sentence fic for a post totk wIld reuniting with the chain
Main word Reunion?
Hyrule tucks himself under Legend’s arm, feet dragging. The group is exhausted after another fight without a backup archer. They head back to camp for another miserable dinner; too bland or burnt beyond recognition.
Silence lays heavy over the group; no cheerful banter and crazy ideas to break it up. No hand slips into Hyrule’s for a comforting squeeze.
In short, there’s no Wild.
The hero is still missing, called away for another adventure because the Goddesses have no mercy, sometimes. The Chain is left picking up the pieces and trying to patch themselves into a shape that no longer fits.
It’s Four who notices first. “Do you guys smell…cooking?”
There is the scent of a campfire in the air. Hyrule sniffs deeper, but the greenery covers anything further.
Twilight looks around, nose sharper. “It is cooking. From the direction of our camp.”
“Think someone found our stuff?”
“Or is using our fire pit.”
Time, up at the head, just continues plodding with slumped shoulders. “Let’s go get our stuff back. Play nice; maybe they need help.”
“Maybe we need help,” Legend grumbles to Hyrule. He can’t help but agree.
They clump together as they enter the clearing, hands subtly reaching for weapons before they freeze.
Wild gives the skillet a final stir and looks up with a smile. “Hungry?”
It takes a long time for them to calm down and for halting stories to be shared. No one leaves for watch, too intent on staying close.
Hyrule finds himself curled into Wild’s side as the other talks, Legend leaning against his legs. Twilight is on Wild’s other said, clutching a free hand. The rest of the group nestle around the champion. Time is running fingers through Wild’s long hair and the weight on his shoulders has finally lifted. Warriors lounges against Time with a soft smile as he watches.
Wind is swiping at the Purah pad while Wild explains photos. No one misses how his eyes dart to the champion every few seconds, like he might vanish before their eyes. Sky is almost asleep on Wild’s legs, and Four has been captured for cuddles.
When Wild puts his hand down from the most recent story, Hyrule can’t help but grab it and squeeze. The answering pressure is strong and firm.
Alive, alive, alive, it says.
Hyrule tucks it in his heart like a promise. Wild is back and they won’t let him go again. With a gentle sigh, the traveler settles further into his friend’s side and closes his eyes.
#three sentence prompt#totk#lu totk wild#lu hyrule#lu legend#lu time#lu sky#lu warriors#lu twilight#lu four#lu wind#linked universe
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Alright, everyone who wanted a continuation for the three sentence fics for pinned and searching, here you go! I made this longer then it needed to be but that’s ok it was fun *looks guiltily at other things I’m supposed to be writing* ...heh.
Warning for some blood, injury, and uhhh being stuck under a collapsed cave.
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Warriors shut his eyes a moment, trying to focus despite the pain in his middle and the small space he was trapped in that felt like it was closing in around him. He needed to get himself and Wild out of here in one piece, but he had no clue how on earth he was going to do that.
Warriors breathed out, and felt around the hand he’d found, trying to brush the debris off of it. He couldn’t reach any further then a little past the wrist though, and he couldn’t tell how buried Wild was.
He needed to get himself out first, it seemed.
Warriors swallowed and momentarily let go of Wild’s hand, feeling around the large thing he himself was trapped under. It felt heavy, but Warriors tried to shift it anyway, gasping as pure agony burned up his side at the movement.
He fell still again and panted as he waited for the pain to go down, coughing out some of the dust coating his lungs. Even once the worst of it faded, there was still a sharp pulse of pain that remained in his middle, somewhere near his ribs or lungs. Warriors didn’t know for sure, but either way it hurt, and that along with the fact that he was half buried, he knew he wouldn’t be able to free himself or Wild.
It looked like they’d just have to wait for rescue.
Warriors felt out Wild’s hand again, wishing he could move the fabric away from his wrist and check his pulse. It was too thick for him to feel anything, but the angle was wrong for him to pull it off. All he could do was hope Wild was still breathing, that the rest of him was okay.
I don’t even know if his head is uncovered, he thought suddenly, panic stealing his breath . He might be too buried to breathe, I don’t even know if his head is okay, who’s to say it wasn’t bashed in by a rock and I’m holding the hand of a—
A weak cough interrupted his spiraling panic, and Warriors froze, his heart thudding in his ears. Another followed it, faint and rasping, and the fingers in Warriors’ grip twitched just a little.
“Champion?” he asked, barely daring to breathe.
The coughing faded, followed by a wavering inhale, and Warriors held tighter to the hand in his.
“Wild?” he asked again, trying desperately to see though the darkness. He couldn’t make out a thing, but he was certain he hadn’t imagined the noises. Unless of course, he was starting to run out of air and was hallucinating things. Which was always a possibility.
“...W-Wars..?” a voice finally croaked, and Warriors breathed out a sigh of relief, ignoring the ache that shot up his middle due to it. Looks like we still have some air yet.
“Yeah. Yeah, ‘s me,” Warriors whispered back, giving the hand in his a squeeze.
“Wh-what...” Wild stammered, his voice weak and crackling, “wh... where..?”
“Wild, are you hurt?” Warriors asked, and it was quiet for a second.
“...Dunno. Th-think... ‘m arm h’rts...”
Something faintly rumbled in the distance, and Warriors held his breath as a few stray pebbles fell on his face. It faded again moments later, but he thought the pressure on his middle had slightly increased with the noise.
Wild’s breath suddenly hitched. “W’re... buried.”
Warriors breathed out. “Yeah.”
Wild’s breath hitched again, and the hand in Warriors’ began to shake, fingers fumbling as they tried to clutch at Warriors’.
“Wild, hey, easy,” Warriors breathed, holding more tightly to his hand, but he could hear Wild’s breathing speed up.
“No... n-no I can’t—”
“Wild, calm down,” Warriors said in as clear of a voice as he could, then coughed, the pain in his middle feeling worse. That’s starting to hurt an awful lot. “The... the others ‘ll come.”
“W’re buried,” Wild gasped, panic making him cough, and Warriors heard rubble shift, like Wild was trying to move. “W-Wars I can’t—”
“Wild. Listen,” Warriors said in a commanding voice, ignoring the urge to cough again. “You need to stay calm. I don’t kn-know how much air w-we have, we need to stay... calm.”
He grabbed firmly at Wild’s hand, and Wild clutched back at it, his breath still rasping loudly in the enclosed space.
“‘S too small,” Wild whispered, fingers shaking as he clung to Warriors’ hand. “Too... tight, ‘s like the... too small.”
Wild’s voice was small and scared, lacking the usual bright and teasing quality it almost always held. Warriors squeezed his eyes shut as he ran his fingers over Wild’s, then reopened them, trying to think past the fog trying to overtake his senses. Something was trying to break through it, an idea of sorts that they could use to get out, but it hadn’t succeeded yet.
“‘M not a fan of smaller spaces either,” Warriors admitted in a soft rasp. “Not fun. Gimme... ‘n open field any day.”
“Don’ sound so w-worried yr’self,” Wild muttered shakily, and Warriors coughed out a laugh.
“Perfected th-the art of faking it, bud.”
Wild let out a small, hysterical croak, a distant mirror of a laugh, but his frantic gasps had begun to ease. His breath still rasped more then it should, but Warriors was relieved at even the slight improvement.
Things fell silent between them for a moment, and Warriors took a minute to breathe, an action that was getting harder and harder to do successfully. The hot, painful feeling in his middle was starting to grow to an agonizing degree, and the fog was growing thicker around his senses. But the idea that had been forming in his head finally broke through, and Warriors shifted his head towards where Wild was.
“Wild,” he said, unable to keep his voice from hitching with pain. “C-can you reach your... slate?”
The fingers in Warriors’ twitched, then slowly withdrew, the quiet sound of rocks and pebbles being shifted reaching him. For a moment it was all Warriors could hear, that and an occasional shaky inhale like Wild was stopping himself from letting out a more pained noise, but then he heard a small hum.
“I... I c’n touch it,” Wild said, voice more shaky then it had been before. “Don’ think I can... pull it, but... m-might be able to get... Wind.”
“Okay,” Warriors breathed, squeezing his eyes shut and reopening them. “See if... you c-can—”
A cough spilled from his lips, and Warriors was unable to stop the fit he suddenly broke into, coughs that were thick and painful, bringing tears to his eyes with how they made his chest burn.
He wasn’t able to stop for several long moments, and his head spun dizzyingly as he caught his breath, middle full of a liquid fire so intense he could barely breathe.
“Wars?” Wild asked in a sharp, terrified voice, and Warriors coughed again, something warm dripping down his lip.
“‘M fi...” he rasped, dragging in another breath. “Fine, ‘m fine Wild. Call... Wind.”
Wild didn’t reply, but Warriors could feel the disbelief radiating from him as the quiet sounds of him shuffling in the debris sounded out again. The only other noise was Warriors’ wheezing breaths, and it was a few moments before Warriors heard a soft click.
The faintest bit of blue shone through the rocks nearby, not enough to see by, but enough that Warriors knew Wild had succeeded in turning on his slate.
“Sailor,” Wild rasped, trying to make his voice louder, and then coughing due to the effort. “S-Sailor... y’there..?”
He fell silent, and both of them strained their ears, even though Warriors was having an extremely hard time focusing. It felt like a Goron had sat on his chest, and was occasionally stomping around on his ribs, painful and heavy on his bones. But he couldn’t free himself, so it was just something he’d have to deal with.
Warriors shivered, and tried not to wheeze as his middle ached at the movement.
The sooner the both of them got out, the better.
“...hea...know I...see if...”
Warriors and Wild both stilled at the faint words, and listened in silence, Warriors’ heart beating loudly in his ears.
“—ampion! Is that you?!”
Wild let out a slightly hysterical laugh, and Warriors smiled, even though he knew Wild couldn’t see it.
“‘S me, m-me and Wars,” Wild said, relief thick in his voice. The connection that had come through was weak and staticky, and Warriors couldn’t entirely tell who had spoken, but they’d made contact at least.
“Are you two—kay?” the voice continued on, and Warriors thought it might’ve been Twilight’s. “We’re working on digging you—might be a bit.”
“Wars isn’t... he’s pretty b-bad,” Wild replied, and when Warriors opened his mouth to protest that Wild was equally bad-off if not worse, all that came out was another string of thick coughs.
He missed whatever was said next, a swirl of pain and fog clouding his senses, more warmth dripping down his chin. When he finally checked back in, Wild’s hand had grabbed at his again, and Warriors dragged in a rasping breath, the faint light from Wild’s slate growing blurry.
“—old on a bit longer, we’re going as fast as we can,” the voice came through again, more frantic then before. “Just hold on you two, we’re coming, I promise.”
“Y’ hear that W-Wars?” Wild croaked, holding his hand with a shaky grip. “Jus’... hold on.”
“Only ‘f you... do too,” Warriors rasped, and Wild hummed softly in reply, the sound thin with pain.
The voice from the slate said something again, but Warriors didn’t catch it, and he didn’t think Wild did either, based on how the voice seemed to grow frantic again, and louder. He couldn’t make out any of the words, and Warriors began to sink into the fog of pain his mind was fighting so hard to resist.
He thought he might have heard the rumbling sound in the distance again, like the rocks trapping them were being shifted, but he wasn’t sure. Dust fell on his head, but Warriors merely closed his eyes against it, too numb to even be scared any more. If he was going to be crushed, so be it. He only wished he’d gotten the chance to speak with his friends in his own time once more.
The fog had fully enveloped him now. The only thing that was clear was Wild’s hand pressed against his, fingers trembling, coated in dust and dirt and something sticky.
Warriors drifted along like that for what felt like forever, clinging to what few sensations he had left, Wild’s hand the only thing keeping him from fully falling away.
“—found them!”
And then there was light, so bright that Warriors had to close his eyes against it, and couldn’t help the whimper he let out. The voice was louder then ever, like Wild’s slate was right against his ear, and Warriors wished he could cover his ears.
“—get the rocks off, this thing is huge, he must be—”
“—lot of blood, that’s too much—”
“—lia I don’t know how either of them didn’t just—”
“—easy Link, easy, we’re getting you out, hold on.”
Something touched his face, and Warriors flinched, sounds and light and the endless pain in his middle too overwhelming for him to focus on anything. The voices kept floating around and over him, but Warriors could only catch bits of what was spoken.
Was Wild’s slate glitching?
The thing touched his face again, gentle and soft as it carefully turned his head to the side, and when fingers brushed his forehead, Warriors’ scrambled senses finally put together the fact that this must mean they’d finally been rescued.
He wheezed out a soft gasp of relief, and did his best to squeeze Wild’s hand, their fingers still connected. Wild faintly twitched back, and Warriors exhaled, relief swamping over him.
He didn’t remember any of the rest of their rescue, his senses fading out as the others pulled them from the rubble of the cave. Any travel or bandaging was lost to him, and he had no clue how long it had been when he flickered back awake.
The first thing he noticed was that he was on a soft bed, and that there was sunshine and a fresh breeze spilling in through the curtains. Time and Twilight were asleep on chairs by the bed, Wind flopped on their laps, Twilight’s head resting on Time’s shoulder. They all looked exhausted, and Warriors listened to Twilight snore for a minute, then looked down at himself.
His injuries were bandaged, blood and dirt cleaned from his clothes. His scarf had been cleaned as well, the blue bright and soft, and when Warriors looked beside him and saw Wild in a similar state to himself, the relief hit him again, even more intensely.
They’d made it.
They were out, and they were both alive.
Warriors exhaled, closing his eyes again. His head hurt and he was sore what felt like everywhere, not to mention his breathing still held an odd rasp, but he and Wild were okay.
They’d made it.
He felt out Wild’s hand again, and gave it a soft squeeze, relieved when Wild softly squeezed it back. The champion nestled up a bit closer to his side, and Warriors let himself drift off again, feeling perfectly content.
#linkeduniverse#linked universe#lu warriors#lu Wild#linked universe fanfic#fic#whump#oops#tw blood#tw injury#writing from the floor#three sentence prompt#<- because it’s related to those#anyway wheeeeeee I went a little hard but it was fun#I almost left out the soft scene at the end and had it just be both of them falling unconscious but I decided to be nice#XD
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How about the word... pink?
“How is the horse pink?” Legend asks incredulously.
“The dye shop had some excess dyes, so I brought Strbmlshk here to get dyed and it just hasn’t washed out.”
“You brought in who?”
“Strbmlshk. It’s short for Strawberry Milkshake but the stables have a letter limit when it comes to names so I had to improvise.”
#linked universe#linkeduniverse#lu legend#lu wild#lu strbmlshk#🤣#cracking myself up#plink writes#lovely anon#writing game#three sentence prompt
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three sentence prompt: food
Thorn slurps and chokes down the soup in front of him in minutes. Even when his bowl his cleared, he licks it clean. Fox wonders how long it has been since he’s had actual food; and what would have happened if they didn’t find him wandering in that base.
#star wars#tcw#the clone wars#clone wars#commander fox#commander thorn#three sentence prompt#thanks for the prompt!!
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If you're still looking for three-sentence fic requests, maybe lee Spider Gwen and ler Miles and/or Penny? With focus on her abs? Much obliged! Always happy to see you updating.
Yay for multiple identical requests! XD
"MMM-Hmmm, Hmhm-Hmhm-Hmhm; Hng-Hng Hng!!" Gwen Stacy whimpered and giggled desperately through her tightly-sealed lips, blushy, flat on her back in Spider HQ, and trembling like a leaf in a downpour.
"Remember you're not allowed to move or laugh; this is part of the test!" Miles teased her, holding her shoulder down with one hand and joined by a chorus of bubbly snickers from Peni.
Both of Gwen's friends were mercilessly touching her belly, tickling and scratching in between the muscles of her toned abs...awkward, clumsy squeezes from the former and skittering, spidery fingernails from the latter...and Gwen didn't know how much longer she could stand it before she died or burst like a balloon.
^ Peni w/those precise, surgical finger movements
#three sentence prompt#three sentence fic#3 sentence fic#tickling#tickle blog#tickle#tickling community#tickle fic#sfw tickles#sfw tickle community#sfw tickle blog#sfw tickling#sfw tickling community#ghost spider#spider woman#spider gwen#gwen stacy#spiderverse tickling#gwen spiderverse#across the spiderverse
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How about gasp?
Daruk gasped when a dog started to trot towards the champions, and he yelped as it went straight for him.
“Oh please, Daruk, it’s just a dog. It’s not going to hurt you,” Revali scoffed. The dog turned to Revali and jumped up, tackling the Rito champion to the ground while licking his face.
#that dog is gonna love you to death Revali#it is dangerous#asks#king of the Gerudo#three sentence prompt#smiles writes
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vegaspete in the hospital for 3 sentences?
Vegas is pacing and bouncing a feverish and sobbing Venice when Pete comes in the room.
“The doctor is currently in Shanghai,” Pete tells him, referencing their normal in-house doctor. “Maybe we can just wait-”
“We’re going to the hospital,” Vegas says, grabbing Venice’s to-go bag and marching towards the door, Pete right on his heels.
#hi stickers!!#they aren’t IN the hospital but this was the idea that came to me#vegaspete#kinnporsche the series#venice theerapanyakul#vegas theerapanyakul#pete phongsakorn#ask#three sentence prompt
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Wild and Hyrule cuddles
"Solved it!" Wild finished arranging rocks in Hyrule's puzzle, forming a five pointed star. The fae magic wisped off the puzzle, dancing in little green sparkles.
"I owe you a prize." Hyrule smiled. He liked these games with Wild. Designing challenges was fun, and Wild was a fun player to watch. He would approach a puzzle from every which way, trying solutions Hyrule would have never dreamed of. It could get hilarious how convoluted an answer Wild could cook up when presented with a task as simple as "put the rock in the middle of the circle of other rocks."
"My prize is hugs!" Wild declared. Another reason Hyrule liked playing with Wild is he was a very gracious winner. He never asked for much, and always tried to get a "prize" that both of them would enjoy. Sometimes he'd win the right to cook them both dinner, or a nice walk together exploring The Lost Woods, or even just a high five if he didn't want to dedicate too much time to it.
Hyrule knelt down in the dirt next to Wild, circling his arms around his friend and squeezing. Wild made sure to krep his form physical so Hyrule didnt fall through. Hugs with Wild were always nice; his magic was so familiar it felt like home.
"Rulie roll!" Wild grabbed back and pulled Hyrule onto the ground, putting them both through the dirt and getting mud on their clothes.
"Noooooo! Now we're going to have to take a bath or Four won't let us back inside." Hyrule exaggerated a pout, though he could barely hide his giggles.
"I won the hugs, I say how they happen!" Wild smiled, eyes bright. "Besides, you can procrastinate the bath with more hugs!"
Hyrule snorted, laying his head on Wild's chest. Wild wasn't as clever as he thought he was, but Hyrule wouldn't say no to some cuddles in the garden.
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"Blanket" for the ask game 👁️?
You'd been confined to your room most of the day, shuddering about feverishly under the covers, no amount of tossing or turning allowing you the gloomy peacefulness of sleep.
Upon hearing of your sorry condition though, of course poor P couldn't stop himself from fussing.
The puppet pulled a thick blanket tight around your shoulders, taking great care to ensure you were comfortable as could be, all things considered.
#thx fairy for all the sickfic snippets on discord#lyd posting#sickfic#three sentence prompt#lies of p#lop
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One of the Links tied up. He’s not in any particular pain or danger, but he is stuck. Light angst.
Legend breathed in a deep breath and counted down in his head. Three, two, one!
He tensed all his muscles, pushing as hard as he could against the ropes. He held it for as long as he could before he let out his breath. He let his head fall back against the tree, huffing to catch his breath.
"Are you done yet?"
Legend could've growled. Ironic, considering his companion. "No, I'm not. Unless you have another way out of here, this is all we got."
He heard Twilight sigh, but there was no other response.
"Why aren't you trying, huh? You're stronger than me," Legend said.
"I already tried. I'm savin' my strength 'n case they come back."
Legend sighed and turned his head. The bark scratched his cheek; he let the feeling ground him. He couldn't see Twilight since he was tied on the opposite side of the big tree, but it was comforting to look nonetheless.
"Whatever," Legend murmured, but there was no heat behind his words.
It had been hours. The mercenaries had jumped them, tied them up, then gone after their friends. Legend's heartbeat had returned to a relatively normal level, but his mind was no less frantic. They didn't even know what or who the mercenaries were after. His friends were possibly fighting for their lives, and here he was, stuck.
Twilight's smooth baritone cut through his thoughts. "They're gonna be fine, y'know."
Legend turned his head forward again and lightly thumped it on the tree. "We should be helping."
"I trust 'em. We're all capable heroes in our own right."
"You're right," Legend conceded with a sigh. "You're right. I just..."
"Don't like feelin' useless?" Twilight guessed.
"...Yeah."
"Me neither."
Legend glanced up at the darkening sky and tried to let himself believe Twilight's words.
There was a small, soft rumble from Twilight's direction. Legend let out a rough laugh and jerked his head toward Twilight.
"Was that-"
"We missed dinner, okay?" Twilight interrupted. Legend could imagine his mortified expression- ears pinned back and blush creeping across his cheeks.
"Hey, you get us out of here and I'll get you all the meat you can eat."
"You've got yourself a deal, vet."
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"Spice" for the three sentence ask game?
- Mint
“When I said I wanted spicy, I didn’t mean it literally!” Warriors sniffs as he pokes at his bowl of curry, eyes streaming.
Wild tilts his head in confusion. “What other kind of spice is there?”
“Relationship spice!”
Hyrule, the only one not struggling with the Goron spice, holds out his bowl for another helping. “I don’t know why you all have a problem, this is great.”
Legend makes a rude gesture. “You have no taste buds. We’ve seen what you can cook.”
“Hey!” Wild slaps at him with the ladle. “Rulie is getting better! I’m teaching him!”
No one points out that those attempts are still inedible by anyone except those two.
“It’s…interesting?” Twilight offers, slowly scraping curry to the side. He’s trying, at least. “I think if there was just a little less spice…or maybe something to cut the heat.”
“Milk!” Wind chants. “I need milk!” He’s doing better than Warriors, but his face is bright red.
Wild is torn between offering and finding out just how red the sailor can get before he explodes like a bomb.
“Thank you for cooking, champion.” Time’s bowl has disappeared and Wild squints. Did he…eat it already? Ah, no, Four is sourly glaring at the extra bowl at his side.
It’s not too spicy, everyone is just a baby. Actually, how’s Sky holding up? He glances at the chosen hero, then stops and stares. If Wind is red, Sky has surpassed him off the color spectrum.
“Jeez, Sky, how much did you eat?”
The hero meets his gaze, face wilting. “One bite.”
#three sentence prompt#linked universe#lu wild#lu time#lu twilight#lu warriors#lu sky#lu four#lu wind#lu legend#lu hyrule
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Delicious
“Wild, could you please chew more quietly, you’re going to give me a headache,” Legend grumbled, and turned to glare at him when he loudly crunched what was in his mouth again, “what even are you eating that’s making so much noise?!”
“Rocks,” Wild said completely straight-faced, and at Legend’s disbelieving look, he merely shrugged. “They’re delicious.”
#answers from the floor#telemna hyelle my beloved#linkeduniverse#linked universe#lu wild#three sentence prompt#wild being an agent of chaos without even trying#as he should be#this was the last one I had in my inbox but I’ll take a few more still if people want to send them
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Hello~ wanna try "psycho" for your one word prompt? Okee byee :3
“You’re a psycho,” Legend says in disbelief as Wild begins to climb straight down the cliff. “That’s literally a straight fifty foot wall.”
“Better get climbing, then,” Wild calls. “It’s gonna be a long climb.”
#linked universe#linkeduniverse#lu legend#lu wild#plink writes#thank you for the ask! 🩷#lovely sunshineinagrove#writing game#three sentence prompt
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Another if you have the time - Drop a word into my ask box, any word at all, and I'II write three sentences of a fic with it!
: decafinated
Fox spits out the liquid back into the cup, his face scrunching in distaste.
Thorn rolls his eyes and states, “it’s just decaffeinated coffee,” as though he didn’t just give Fox the worst drink he’s ever tasted in his life.
“Yea, well … keep that in your stash and I’ll have my heartburn coffee for the long shifts.”
#star wars#tcw#the clone wars#clone wars#commander fox#commander thorn#three sentence prompt#thanks for the prompt!!#I have time - it’s more of me trying to figure out how I want to use the word since many ideas come up 😂
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Stealing from that superhero girls list from ages back, how about Batgirl and underarms for the three sentence?
Batgirl’s sharply-heeled boots tore through many of Poison Ivy’s sinewy, photosynthetic minions, but eventually she was surrounded, overwhelmed by their numbers, and struggled to push the enclosing wall of chlorophyll puppets away.
“Heheh…it's been a while, but don’t think I don’t remember your weakness…Red,” Ivy chuckled devilishly.
With a snap of her fingers, two thick and tuberous vines adorned with pink flytraps (a bit too much like Piranha Plants) sprung up from the dirt and began to wriggle and twist under Batgirl’s armpits, causing hysterical, giggly belly laughs to burst out of the super sidekick.
Ok, normally I wouldn't do this, but I came up with two ideas for Barb & Pam and I honestly couldn't decide which one to go with. So here's a free bonus. Don't get used to it. lol Also I really need to revisit that superhero girls list. That one just kinda slipped away from me.
Barbara Gordon could barely contain her whispered excitement when Ace Chemicals’ safe clicked open softly, the tumblers giving way under her nimble fingers…another day, another save-the-earth crusade against greedy industrialists.
“Nice going, Red…never knew you had such a delicate touch,” Pamela Isley smirked, reaching forward and playfully wiggling her long, sharp fingernails under Barb’s armpits.
The future Batgirl squealed and nearly jumped out of her skin, before chastising “Paaam, stop; we’re gonna get caught!” in an elated low-pitched giggle fit and swatting her friend’s hand away.
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