Forget Larries (who are all unhinged) and their babygate theories – what really baffles me is why rad Louies go along with the conspiracy beliefs too? They could have spared themselves years of anguish by simply entertaining the possibility that Louis could be bi. Or, for those who think he used to be in a relationship with Harry, that Brianna was a rebound. But most rads are Larries in all but name and they couldn’t imagine their precious ‘gay’ Louis ever touching a girl, so they’ve created this hell for themselves that will never end. They’re shitty fans, and though I don’t like Louis I’m kind of cheering him on in this. Maybe he’d really rather have only a few, genuine fans who accept him as he is, than a load of fake ones!
Just in the last few months, cult leader Sea has converted some Rads into fans who believe that Freddie is his child, and even that he could be bisexual (when she got really excited about the possibility of him dating Alycia). Nevertheless, not one of them accepts that he's dating Sofie and they're all screaming 'stunt' just like Larries do.
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If you're still taking asks for the fanfic questions - 1+3+5+15 for Faith
HOLY SHIT HYLINK FAN HI
1: What inspired you to write the fic this way?
Man it's been so long since I wrote this that it's a little hard to remember. I know that what I wanted to do was create my take on The Legend™ of what led to Hylia knighting the original Link + what led to her choice to shed her divinity. It was going to lead right up to the events of Skyward Sword, acting as a full prequel.
Another thing worth mentioning for influence is the himekawa manga- there were some visuals in there that I really wanted to expand upon, but I did try to go through my own route- inspiration not imitation yknow?
The main draw, and unique point, I feel is the way that I'm building the narrative between current events and links memories. I wanted there to be two stories unfolding parallel- I wanted the main stuff with Hylia to be linear (in respect to the games) and links memories to be nonlinear (to give some agency for the viewer to figure stuff out themselves) - so weaving memories in at points where link is unconscious or zoning out was a fun challenge for me as a writer to add context and for readers to rearrange based on how I've linked them
3: What’s your favorite line of narration?
It amused him, that his dying thoughts were to a goddess he had long lost his faith to, yet at death's calling it seemed only appropriate.
5: What part was hardest to write?
Sighhhhh as I said it's been so long... I think where I stopped WAS the hardest part- because I hadn't finished forming my plans for the narrative but I had a clear idea of where I wanted to go. So it feels like I burnt my bridge before I even got to it. I really loved what I put down (I wouldn't have posted if I wasn't happy with it) but I think I need to replay ss, plan it better and then restart this fic tbh. My writing has improved since I wrote that as a teen and my author-ial quirks and flairs are much more defined, so I wouldn't need to change much other than tightening it up when I restart.
15: What did you learn from writing this fic?
How to plan (by doing it wrong)
I had some plans but I was too vague with myself and didn't link plot points in ways I could understand when time had passed. Because of that, when I inevitably got busy with trying to graduate high school and then starting work/adult life, I ran out of steam and found myself unable to access the headspace I needed to jump back in.
Now, I have better planning. My magland story is planned in a similar way to this hylink one, it's the natural evolution of what I wanted to plan when creating a fic like this- and because I've also learnt more about how nitpicky I am (and that in general I'm a busy person) that just by the sheer amount of time it takes me to get chapters out, I'll need better plans for bigger things. That's why I've gone insane with planning my st au, cause I know it'll take forever, and it has.
I really really want to continue this fic, I still think about it often- I just feel guilty that I can't regain the original headspace to continue and therefore had to drop it. Other stuff, mainly my chrono stuff, has a stronger inspiration for me right now, but my chrono stuff wouldn't be half as good if I didn't start with this fic, yknow? Just wait like..5 years lmao. I really do intend to revisit this soon. I just think I need to finish some other fics first and grind that xp lmao
Send me some asks about my fics~
You can read Faith here
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Oh look, some Radgit fic. Because why the fuck not.
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Rad Profit Danger Trouble Dudesman did not make a habit of immediately answering incoming calls while he was on a job. There was a priority scale- current clients were answered within five minutes if at all possible, but not faster than two. Potential clients could wait as much as ten minutes, assuming he wasn’t particularly busy, but never less than five. Authorities may or may not be answered at all, and spam calls were immediately traced and blocked. These were all sorts where an impression had to be made, a sign of just how valuable his time was. Friends and family, such as they were, sat at the bottom of that ladder. They could and would wait, sometimes up to half an hour. It wasn’t as if they wouldn’t be there.
It was wonderful, reliable Pixi who rightly decided that Kevin Levin got to break that pattern.
“What’s going on,” Rad asked within twenty seconds of the call coming through. The words came out harsher than he’d wanted, but something was twisting in his gut. Kevin’d never called before, and more importantly he was the closest thing Argit had to next of kin. A fact that had never occurred to him before that moment.
“Nobody’s dead or dying,” came the reply- Rad would never admit to the relief he felt at it. “Argit’s gonna need some company other than me, he’s going through a bit of a crisis.” What? He couldn’t picture a crisis he could be having that Kevin couldn’t deal with on his own.
“Again, what’s going on?”
“Just found out his mom’s back in business.” His- At no point in the few years they’d been ‘associates’ had Argit mentioned his mother. He’d never brought the topic up, Rad had never asked, everything had worked out fine. Yet finding out she was active in, whatever she did, again was enough to put him in crisis mode? Bad enough for Kevin to call him?
“Would he like me to go shoot her?” He had many talents, but that was the big one, and he hadn’t been afraid to use it for Argit’s benefit before. At first it’d just been to pay him back for arranging his current ‘deal’ with the Ghost Dogs and Hell Cats, but he’d found himself reasonably fond of him in the meantime. It wouldn’t be any feathers from his tail.
Kevin snorted a laugh on the other end of the line.
Rad glared at the comms system.
“No way, man, pretty sure Ari is way above your pay grade.” Ar- He knew that name and it didn’t take long for dots to come together.
“Ari? The Ari?”
“Don’t tell me you’ve dealt with her too, Hedgehog’ll have a fit.”
“No, no-” And if any of the stories were true he hoped he never did. “The old guard talk though. There’s a lot of nasty stories about that one.”
“Don’t doubt it. Now picture being her kid knowing she’s back at large.” He couldn’t, he was too busy picturing the sort’ve shit he’d heard, and how that must have translated to raising freelings. Didn’t Erinaens keep their little ones with them when they worked? Rad had the sudden urge to go put a few rounds in her regardless of the risk factor. “Plus, apparently she’s been nailing Vilgax the Conqueror for ages.” That did not make the urge better.
“I’m beginning to see why he’s having a crisis.”
“Yeah, and I’m sure he would appreciate having his man here for him while he deals with it.” For the briefest moment Rad almost had a comment ready about not being anybody’s anything, but it died before it could reach his beak. Impossible to say. Sighing, he looked at the projected schedule Pixi oh-so helpfully pulled up for him. He had another job lined up after this delivery, but it wasn’t for anybody big…
“I can be back in one-hundred-four hours.”
“Where are you heading?”
“Stushek, gonna hit in thirty-six hours then head back.” Kevin huffed.
“Swing by Kincalia on your way back, it’ll cut a good thirty hours of travel time on its own.”
“Not once you factor in the security system.” It’d take him at least thirty hours just to hack a hole in it, and longer if he tried to just race through and got caught.
“Their fleet commander owes me a favor; you’ll have free clearance within twenty-four.” Of course, how dare he think Kevin 11 wouldn’t have something in mind. Argit would probably laugh him out of the building if he found out.
“Thanks Levin. Make it about seventy hours then.”
“No problem. Anything to make Argit’s day better, and you will make it better.” That should not have warmed his grey little heart.
“I’ll do my best.”
“Know you will. See ya in a few days, Rad. And dude, call when you land, I’m pretty sure Argit’ll make me toss you out a window if you don’t, no matter how happy he is to see you.” He shook his head.
“If it’ll keep him from getting his pants in a knot. See you around, Levin.” As the call ended, Rad leaned back in his seat, idly scanning the new schedule. He was honestly backing out on a job just so he could go act as emotional support Amiose for some trouble-magnet con artist with more ambition than sense.
His own mother could never hear about this, or she’d make him bring him home on his next visit.
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