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That one time I blew up a child

#i am.giggling so hard fnwjjfjdjjfdnd it is 2 am i can nOT WITH THIS RN #excellent

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Chapter 4: The Escape

Summary: Four makes a plan!

“Four?”

A soft voice pricked at his consciousness, and the Smithy grimaced as he woke, light pain flaring across his body. He cracked open bleary eyes just enough to see the concern radiating from Hyrule's features.

“You were right,” he murmured, closing his eyes again as he tried to reorient himself. “They’re not very gentle, are they?”

He heard Hyrule's relieved laugh and cracked a smile of his own before trying to shift to an upright position. He scowled at the rattle of chains, the cool metal keeping his wrists pinned behind his back. “Well, that’s inconvenient.”

“I’m so sorry, Four,” Hyrule's voice was dejected. “It’s my fault you got hurt, that you’re stuck here, I –”

Four huffed as he made it to his knees, fingers questing at the top of his boots for the lockpick set he kept there. “I’m the one who came looking for you. If anyone's at fault, it’s those soldiers.” He finally found the rolled packet and deftly pulled out the tools he’d need, grateful for his organizational tendencies any time he channeled Blue.

“But still, I –”

“Rulie, stop.” Four glanced up from his place on the floor, making sure he had the Traveler's attention. “This is nothing, okay? I’ve been hurt worse than this sparring with Warriors.”

He felt the locking mechanism give and grinned, wide and smug. “Besides,” he added, pulling his wrists to the front, “I’m already free!”

He wished he had Wind's pictobox so he could capture the look on Hyrule's face.

“How did you…?” Hyrule stared as Four got up, stretching out stiff muscles. “How many of those do you have?”

Four retrieved his box, making short work of Hyrule's chains once again. “Picking locks is a hobby,” he stated, tsking at the new bruises around Hyrule’s ankles and thumb. “Have to keep my mind sharp. And I have as many as I need – as long as I can reach the locks, I have a set that can get me out. They’d have to lock me up like you to actually keep me trapped.”

He helped Hyrule down, then carefully rerolled and replaced the lockpick set. He gathered his things from the front of the room, then returned to Hyrule's side.

He shuffled through his pack, double-checking that the soldiers hadn’t taken anything. “How's your magic?” he asked as he sorted. “I don’t have any more potions, so I can’t help your hand, sorry. Do you have enough to get small so we can escape unseen?”

“…I’d need another day or two of food and rest before I can use the Fairy Spell.”

Four pulled out some trail rations and handed them to Hyrule before closing up his pack. “And how long d'you think we have before they come back?”

Hyrule hesitated, carefully swallowing his mouthful before responding. “If they stick to the current timing? Two days.”

Four stared, seeing nothing, locked in an intense internal debate. He needed to split, to let Vio speak his mind without Blue's interruption or Red's worry, he needed to work out how he was feeling, but he couldn’t, yet. Not here, in front of Hyrule, who may have been on the brink of death mere hours ago. Not now, when Hyrule was staring back at him like he’d grown an extra head.

His reasoning finally managed a single coherent thought. “Well then,” he stated. “We’d better set your thumb and get some rest, shouldn’t we?”

Setting Hyrule's thumb was child's play, and finding his Roc's cape for the Traveler to use as a blanket took a matter of seconds. Within minutes, Hyrule’s exhaustion won out, and the Traveler slept peacefully, comfortable for the first time in days.

Four took up his sword and crept through the main cellar, making sure they were truly alone. He found an easily defensible spot between some barrels that kept him out of sight from the stairwell and the room Hyrule was in, then drew his sword and pointed it towards the ceiling.

A familiar flash of light, a familiar pulling sensation, and Green opened his eyes, surrounded by the other Colors.

Red immediately scampered on quiet feet back to the room where Hyrule lay sleeping, to make sure the Traveler was alright and soothe his worry. Blue and Vio squared off, but the atmosphere was significantly less charged than it would have been if they’d split an hour ago.

“Alright, Brainiac, what've you got?” Blue demanded.

“Hyrule said he needs a day or two to recover enough magic to transform into a fairy.” Vio paced in a tight circle as he spoke. “We didn’t smell any food here in these barrels, so all we have is what’s in our pack. With that and conditions as they are, it will likely take most of the two days we have, especially if we want him to be able to function after using that much magic.”

“So, whaddowe do then?” Blue stood stiffly, opening and closing his fists in an attempt to release some of his impatience and aggression.

Maybe I should spar with him, Green thought. It would help both of them expend the anxious energy Four had been feeling since finding Hyrule.

Vio sighed, coming to a stop. “All we can do for now is make sure he rests and eats,” he finally admitted. “We shouldn’t leave him alone, so we can’t even go tell anyone where we are.”

“We could tell the Minish,” Red said, startling everyone as he crept back into their circle, snuggling himself under Green's arm. “They aren’t too far from here, and Wind at least can still see them – they could find the others and let them know for us.”

“But Wind can’t speak Picori,” Blue protested, “and our written Hylian is ancient by his time, so we can’t write a note either!”

Red pouted, and Green drew him closer. “It was a good idea,” he whispered.

Red wasn’t done, though. “Then why not just draw a picture?”

“I –” Vio cut himself off, then began pacing again. “That could work…but what would we…how to…” he descended into mumbled half-words as he thought.

Green smiled at Vio's distraction, then turned to Red. “Feel better now? Is Hyrule still sleeping?”

Red sighed happily, a small grin lighting his face. “I do! And he is.” The grin faded. “He’s been through so much, and he felt so guilty about getting us trapped here…I’m glad we found him.”

Green hugged him tightly. “Me, too. He’ll be strong enough we can get out soon, then we can rejoin the others.”

He released Red to peer out and check the rest of the room, ears twitching as he listened for anything coming. Satisfied, he turned to Blue.

“Wanna spar?” he asked. “We can make sure the soldiers are gone then find an empty room upstairs.”

Blue visibly sagged in relief, gratitude glimmering in his eyes. He gave a firm nod and left for the base of the stairs.

Green turned back to Red. “Will you stay here, keep an eye on Vio and Hyrule, please? Maybe help Vio with his note once he comes back to earth?”

“Of course!” Red chirped, pulling him close for another hug before perching on a barrel, making himself comfortable as he watched Vio pace.

Green followed Blue up the stairs, ears pricked for any disturbances. It didn’t take long to make their way through the keep. They kept an eye out for kitchens, larders, or any other place food might be kept, but came up empty. The place truly was abandoned.

Satisfied that they were alone, they went back to an indoor training area they’d found during their search. Taking up his stance opposite Blue, Green held his brother's gaze. With a grin and a nod, both Colors acknowledged their readiness, and they crossed swords with a harmonious clang that echoed like a symphony through Green's soul.

He lost himself to the easy give and take of the spar, relaxing into the familiar movements. He wasn’t Vio, but he was still a good planner and leader. He tried to pull together what he knew.

The giant Boss had mentioned Warriors owing them something, and that was why they’d taken Hyrule. So, probably a ransom situation, although he couldn’t figure out why there hadn’t been any demands made in the four days Hyrule had been missing.

The Minish were in the forest bordering the abandoned keep, and the rest of the Chain were staying in a town a few miles away. If these Minish could ride birds like his could, they could make it to the town in a few hours.

If he gave the rest of the Chain time to understand the note Vio and Red would write, arm themselves, and make their way to the keep, best case scenario they’d be here one more day, waiting for Hyrule to regain enough strength.

If the Minish couldn’t fly, it would take them most of a day to make it to town. If it came to that, it would be a toss-up of whether or not the Chain or the soldiers would arrive first.

Sparks from the clashing swords brought Green from his thoughts as he again locked blades with Blue. Both Colors were breathing hard; at his core he knew they’d both expended the anxious energy that had been plaguing them.

With one last grin and nod, both Colors disengaged, sheathing their swords with a flourish. They walked a slow loop around the room to cool down, then simultaneously flopped to the floor.

Green sighed, then gave a slight chuckle. “Do you think Vio that note figured out yet?”

“If he doesn’t I’ll have to punch some sense into him,” Blue immediately responded, deep exasperation in every word. “Seriously, how hard can it be to draw a picture?!”

Green leveraged himself to his feet, helping Blue do the same. “Guess we’ll find out.”

Back in the cellar, they found Red alone, sitting on the box under Hyrule's old chains. His face lit up when he saw them peeking around the corner, and he jumped up to meet them.

“Vio's taken the note to the Minish already,” Red told them quietly. “I talked him out of anything too complex – just a picture of a fairy and our sword inside a big building, plus the town and the path through the forest they’d need to take.”

Blue hummed his approval while Green asked, “Did he say how long he was going to be?”

Red shook his head. “He figured Hyrule would sleep for a pretty long time, so he wanted to forage for anything edible and refill our water skin on his way back.”

“Good call,” Blue commented, snatching up their pack to organize it again.

The three Colors set up a modified watch shift to while away the hours until Vio returned, allowing two of the Colors to clean and organize their pack or sleep while the third kept watch.

It was Green's watch when Vio arrived. He looked on silently as Vio dumped a bag full of mushrooms, berries, and nuts out on top of a barrel, along with some of the peculiar little cakes the Minish liked to make.

“Its not a lot,” Vio said quietly as he sorted, “but it’ll have to do. The Minish took the note, all we can do now is wait.”

Green nodded before resting a hand on his brother's shoulder, a small smile playing around his lips. “You’ve done plenty, Vio,” he declared. “Let’s get the others and rejoin. Hyrule doesn’t need the confusion of having four of us around, and the food will last longer if we’re all together.”

Green woke Red and Blue from their naps, then all three joined Vio in their circle of barrels. Four sword tips met in the circle’s center, and each Color smiled as the light flashed around them.

Four opened his eyes, taking a deep breath as his emotions settled. Every part of himself had been assured that they were doing all they could. They had food, they had water, and they had a time frame.

This time, he would keep his brother safe.

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‘DON’T TALK TO THE MEDIA ABOUT DIY HRT’

prints available here

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The best kind of fantasy boy is a horsegirl

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I think it would be so funny if the chain goes through a portal and Four is like "Oh hey, I know this place! My house is like half an hour away."

They make it to his home and they meet his grandpa, who is also four feet tall. And no one comments on it because it must be something that runs in the family. Not that weird, right?

And then some of them go into the nearby town and they discover that literally everyone is that hight and for once they're the weird ones in terms of height. Warriors and Time keep bonking their heads on the doorframes of shops because Everything is built for people who are like max 5' 2"

So it turns out Four is just an average height for his era, and he's been thinking that everyone else is freakishly tall this entire time.

He just literally never mentioned any of this to the other heroes because either he thought it was funny or he couldn’t be bothered.

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Wanted to do Rauru justice - may sketch Mineru again soon

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Ammon ages to 70 years at almost 40 years old thanks to his kids

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Hell yes fort!!

LEEEEEEGGEEEENNNNND *runs in to camp*

Hey, hi, whats up.

"Woah, way to almost give a guy a heart attack! It's nice to see you though, want to come sit with us? Red stole everybody's bedrolls and made a fort, it's pretty cozy."

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[a little something i just thought up for a long-forgotten fic idea: the chain can hear the game music irl]

"Everybody shut up so i can hear the music!" Legend said as they filed out of the portal. "I know this one!"

The rest of the Chain were already quiet, in case the music was theirs.

Legend snapped his fingers and tapped his foot to the beat. He hummed along with the music, clearly familiar with the tune. "Um, um, um, it's on the tip of my tongue-"

A villager approached them. "Welcome, travelers! This is Horon Village!"

"I KNEW THAT!" Legend screamed, and sulked as the villager continued their spiel.

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First of all I'm writing a marvel fusion au, where Warriors is Captain America.

Secondly, I'm facing a slight plot issue that I created myself, since I forgot avengers happened before the winter soldier. So...

TWS first is what is happening in my draft rn, so the easiest. But it'll just leaves more and more holes

Avengers first would mean rewriting what I've got RN, but it'll be a lot less holes involved.

Mix is... Not gonna lie, kinda tempting. But it'll be a lot harder to pull off... But tempting... Damn.

Anyway, this is also secretly trying to promote Links Assemble, so....... :P

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[@batrogers requested 13; "This is what happens when you don't sleep."]

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The last few mornings, Prince had woken to the sound of Kokiri playing his ocarina. The song would continue throughout the day, his partner clearly restless over something and wanting to use the music to escape. Prince didn't see anything wrong with it, and most of the others enjoyed it so he let it slide.

Today, however, Prince was greeted with the usual silence he had grown used to. He started to leave his tent and nearly tripped over Kokiri, who was curled up on the ground just outside. Prince frowned and knelt to check on him, more than a little alarmed.

Kokiri only responded when Prince touched his shoulder. He shot up and Prince ducked away from a defensive punch, but there was no need- Kokiri's fist missed Prince entirely and he fell back down just as suddenly. Kokiri grit his teeth, his head clutched in his hands, and Prince waited a few minutes for his partner to look up again.

When he did, Prince showed him the ocarina that had fallen beside Kokiri when he startled. "You've been playing this all night instead of sleeping," he signed, more a deduction than a question.

Kokiri glared at him, his hand shaking as he signed back, "I don't play it all night."

"How long has it been, almost half a week?" Prince said, ignoring him. He gestured to Kokiri's obvious state of miserable and added, "This is what happens when you don't sleep."

Kokiri wordlessly reached for his ocarina, and Prince handed it back.

"Now come inside and lay down before you make yourself more sick than you already are."

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the fisher became the fish-ed

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Welcome to Overcome! It's so good to see you!

Overcome is a Linked Universe fic series by @triforce-of-mischief that focuses on Legend, who has trypanophobia (a severe and traumatic fear of needles). With the help of Warriors, Red, Ravio, Malon, and the rest of the Chain, Legend goes on a personal journey of coping and recovery.

-> Series status: Incomplete

-> Current active wips: 2

-> Current planned wips: 6

-> Next follower goal: 5 (I will share a breakdown of Legend's flight/fight/freeze response as seen in 2 fics)

-> Highlighted post: interaction poll

Masterlist and Directory are under the cut:

-> Masterposts grouped by fic <-

-> Hanging by a Thread

-> Watch and Wait

-> Safe to Heal

-> Talk it Out

-> Missed You

-> Memories and Nightmares

-> Not Yet

-> Trust Fall

-> Trustworthy

-> Waking Up

-> Over and Done

-> Something Blue

-> Masterposts of fics adjacent to Overcome <-

-> LU only, barely or ambiguously not canon to Overcome

-> Crossovers with That Broken Promise

-> Masterposts of current wips <-

-> Overcome prequel

-> Link kidnaps a child

-> Content warning severity level for each fic <-

-> Masterpost of fanart <-

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this is a poster i made for my call to action assignment in humanities! it's a bunch of basic and easy stretches for people who sit and work at a desk all day (me)

the idea is that you'd put the poster up above ur desk and do the stretches every 30 minutes or so,, the whole routine won't take more than about 6 minutes to complete and when done regularly it can prevent wrist, shoulder, neck and back pain! :)

all these stretches can be done while sitting (although i HIGHLY recommend you stand up and move around while taking a break from working)

you can get a free digital copy of this poster here on my gumroad!

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I keep making these because they make me chuckle

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The Doctor Will See You Now

Summary: Chief offers to let Legend meet his Zelda's doctor, to prove that they're not all bad. He realizes too late that the vet is more scared than he lets on.

Words: 1320

AO3

Another crossover collab with @batrogers!

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Legend’s legs were shaking as Chief led him through the castle to a secluded corridor. Weeks ago, Chief had offered to take Legend to meet his Zelda’s doctor, the one who had trained him. It was better than nothing, so Legend had agreed… but they hadn’t talked about it much after, and the uncertainty nearly made Legend back out. Chief’s era was more advanced than Legend’s or even Wild’s… what could the doctor do to him?

Legend really didn’t want to find out, but all he could do was grab Chief’s hand and squeeze it as they approached the royal physician’s office.

“Still okay?” Chief asked quietly, pausing before the door.

Legend nodded, not trusting his voice.

“He’s really nice,” Chief reminded him. “If you need a break, just let me know. He’ll understand.”

Legend couldn’t imagine a doctor being nice, but Chief was proof enough that Legend let him knock on the door.

Everything after that was a blur, like Legend was moving and speaking automatically but he was nothing more than a witness to it. When they entered the examination room, Legend moved to sit on the table but the doctor pointed him to a chair instead. Legend’s face burned with embarrassment, but the relief bought him a few more minutes of sanity. The doctor introduced himself and asked Legend simple questions, gently encouraging him to speak for himself instead of hiding behind Chief.

Legend looked around the room, away from staring eyes. There were posters and diagrams on the walls that Legend kept his gaze on, pictures of ribcages and skulls and stretching muscles. Things that he was used to seeing when fighting stalfos or the like.

How he wished this was as easy as fighting a stalfos.

The doctor asked another question, and Legend forced himself to look that way again. His gaze slid away from the doctor, landing on a small box on the table beside him. A statement (or warning) was printed in simple letters, with a stylized image of a syringe underneath.

Legend’s breath caught. He didn’t know if he was going to pass out or throw up or cry or some humiliating combination of the above but he wanted to leave, now.

“I- I need- Can I-” Legend made a weak gesture to the door, and the doctor made an understanding sound.

“Of course. If you need to relieve yourself, that’ll be the first door on the right.”

Legend nodded and slipped out, refusing to look at Chief as he passed him.

The first door he found was on the left, and he went inside and closed himself into darkness. He crouched in a corner, huddled under a shelf, breaths turning to gasping almost-sobs as he tried not to think about what was on the shelves, what was going to happen when he didn’t go back.

Would it be the doctor or Chief who would come and drag him out, take him back to that room? How angry would they be? What was going to happen to him-

A knock on the door rang through the tiny closet, almost making him scream. It was Chief’s voice that spoke, carefully calm and even.

“Lege, are you in here?”

He didn’t want to be found but Chief would open the door anyway, he was acting like a child-

“…Yeah.”

“…Can I come in?”

Why had he bothered asking?

Legend swallowed and breathed, “Yeah.”

He shielded his eyes against the sudden light, peeking past his fingers to keep an eye on Chief. His friend glanced around the closet, sighing when he saw Legend curled up in the corner.

“C’mon, we can sit somewhere more comfortable than this,” Chief said gently, offering his hand.

Like that table, Legend thought, but he took Chief’s hand and let him walk them away from the closet.

Legend imagined digging in his heels, giving into the urge to sob and tell Chief he didn’t wanna go back, please don’t make him go back.

They turned a corner and Legend realized that Chief was taking them back the way they came, away from the doctor.

“W-where are we going?” Legend asked, shying away from a patrolling guard.

“Outside,” Chief said, but he slowed and looked over at Legend. He frowned, unmistakably worried. “Why?”

“I- thought we were going back,” Legend admitted, scared like Chief would suddenly remember that he had gone the wrong way.

“Why would we do that?” Chief asked, and Legend wished for a way to hide from his concerned stare. “You wanted to meet him, that’s all. Did you have more questions?”

More questions. Legend couldn’t remember asking any questions. Why had he even agreed to this? Still, he couldn’t help but dig the hole deeper. "No, but I… I left early, isn’t there more he- he needs to do?"

Chief looked more sad than anything, now. “…No, Legend. The visit was for you to meet him. If you wanted to do something, sure we could've tried but that's not exactly the best way to do it. We should have a few days, if there was something else you can always ask tomorrow."

There was no way that escape was so easy. "Really, thats it? You'll just... let me leave?"

He couldn’t help but flinch when Chief covered his face with a soft groan. His friend’s voice was strained as he said, “I'm not here as a doctor, Lege. I'm here as your friend. Who doesn't want to see you terrified."

“It wasn’t only doctors who hurt me,”Legend mumbled.

"I'm trying to help you and what I'm helping you with right now is being so scared you think I'd hurt you," Chief said, his tone making Legend scared for a different reason.

Rationally, he knew that he couldn’t assume that Chief was in that position. If he couldn’t stop thinking like this, he was going to push Chief away and then he wouldn’t have anybody he could trust.

“So c’mon,” Chief said gently, and Legend’s attention snapped back to him. “Do you want to go see, uh… my train? Or my rooms? I have some music boxes there.”

Legend took a deep breath, staring at his feet. “Um… I’d like to see the train. Please.”

“Great! Have I explained how a steam engine works to you before?” Chief perked up immediately, tugging on Legend’s hand as he led him to the train yard.

Legend did his best to pay attention, but Chief was talking so fast and the train wasn’t like anything he’d seen before and half his mind was still afraid that this was a trick. It was obvious that Chief was genuinely passionate about his train, though, and Legend slowly let his guard down as his friend showed him everything.

A few hours later, they sat on a bench in one of the passenger cars, and Chief carefully pressed his shoulder against Legend’s. “So, are you feeling better now?” Chief asked quietly, a drastic change from his excited rambling.

“Some, yeah. Since we're not… there, anymore,” Legend admitted with a shudder.

“Good,” Chief sighed. “You don't have to go back. He understands- he's the man who taught me how to cope.”

“Okay.” Legend picked at the engraving on a ring and wished that he could just get it together and learn how to cope, too.

“So what now?” Chief asked, looking around the train. “I can’t take you out in it, sadly. I’d introduce you to everyone but it would take us too far from the others.”

Legend hummed, trying to remember what Chief had offered before. “You mentioned music boxes?”

“In my room, yeah. C’mon, it’s not that far.” Chief held out his hand with a bright smile, and Legend quietly took it.

Chief was just as happy to talk about music boxes on the way to his home, and Legend finally let himself feel safer with his friend by his side.