#lovely mad navi

[skyloftian-nutcase]

Ask Idea! (Any version of these two Links!)

Time being a “Dad” for Legend.

(@thepinklink @hermitdrabbles56 @triforce-of-mischief @servantprincess come enjoy)

The emergency department was fairly abandoned as Time entered. The surgeon made his way directly to the charge nurse station and saw Warriors coordinating some bed assignments to get patients to the floors where they needed to go upon admission. When the charge nurse finally finished his task, he let out a sigh of relief upon noticing Time.

"Your patient's in the 300 block," Warriors said. "Census is finally low enough that I have an actual excuse to kick him out. Please help."

"How many?" Time asked, more out of morbid curiosity than anything.

"This is night eleven."

The surgeon's eyes widened. Eleven? He remembered his residency days when he would work well over a hundred hours in a week and was on the brink of insanity while being expected to work. Eleven shifts... that made for, what, 132 hours?

"Eleven consecutive shifts?" he repeated.

"Yeah," Warriors confirmed tiredly. "It isn't safe, Time. For anyone. I'm not letting management get away with it. Get him out of here."

With that, the conversation was cut off as the phone rang and Warriors had to start dealing with another situation. Time watched him a moment longer and then sighed, heading for the area sectioned off for the 300 rooms.

The emergency department was divided into several "blocks" of rooms, usually separated by acuity. The 100s were the "primary care" rooms, where patients who really didn't have an emergency but had nowhere else to go would be sorted. The 200s were the behavioral health area, secluded from the rest of the ER with doors that were always closed to mute the noise of the rest of the department. The 300s and 400s were the acutely ill while the 500s were the critically ill, and the 600s was the pediatric block.

The 300s wasn't far from the charge nurse station, so it didn't take Time long to reach the open area. The nurse station for each block sat in the center of the room so they could easily see all their patients, alongside the "doc box," where the physicians worked. Off to the left side of the nurse's station was the person in question.

Legend sat in front of a computer, a patient's chart open with an assessment half charted. Legend had his head propped on his right fist, his left hand absentmindedly typing words until the computer autocompleted them and he'd tab to the next box.

"Legend?" Time prompted as he approached him.

The travel nurse perked up slightly, some energy lighting his dull eyes. "Hey. Can I help you? They... they didn't put in a trauma consult for the guy in 12, it's a simple fracture. Right?"

"Nobody put in for a trauma consult," Time assured him, resting his hands on the counter in front of him. Legend looked very small and, for lack of a better word, defeated.

They stared at each other for a moment longer, Legend clearly not processing what was going on, and the nurse eventually settled his eyes back on charting with a noncommittal hum of acknowledgement.

"Legend."

The nurse's eyes gazed back up at the surgeon.

"Warriors changed assignments," Time explained. "Someone is picking up your patients."

"I only have one," Legend remarked confusedly. "Wait, what? Shouldn't I be picking up someone's assignment? Why are you even talking about--what?"

"He told me you had one patient, who is waiting for some paperwork from the physician and then is getting discharged," Time said slowly, gently tapping his fingers on the counter as he waited for Legend to process his words. "Which means you really don't have much of a patient assignment right now."

"Yes...?"

"You're going home, Legend."

Legend blinked. Then he blinked again.

Before he could argue, another nurse slid in beside him, stating exactly what Time had just articulated. Legend stared between the two, baffled.

"Then what am I...?"

"You're. Going. Home." Time repeated, stressing each word.

The travel nurse's coworker cleared her throat with a smile, and Legend hastily gave her report before staring at Time once more.

Then it finally seemed to click.

"What kind of bullsh--"

"Legend."

"Why the hell did that idiot think he could send me home--"

"Legend."

"What, does he think things are going to stay calm just because census has settled? I swear, the instant I leave the hospital the waiting room's gonna flood--"

"Legend!" Time finally said a little louder, making the travel nurse jump at his snappish tone. Then the surgeon settled. "Don't worry about what's happening here. That's Warriors' job. You've been working far too much lately."

"They're short staffed," Legend argued, motioning at the barren nurse's station. "What the hell was I going to do, just let them flounder?"

Time sighed and put a hand on his shoulder. "Your sentiment is admirable and good, Legend, but wearing yourself to the bone isn't going to help, either. You'll burn out and fall apart, and they'll be short staffed all the same."

"You're saying I'm replaceable," Legend grumbled, looking at the ground.

"I'm saying you can't help them if you have nothing left to give," Time corrected him patiently, understanding that the nurse's exhaustion was no doubt going to lead to irritability and false assumptions.

"I have plenty to give," Legend fired back, taking a step away and stumbling. "I'll--"

Here he faltered, scrambling for an argument and unable to find one. Time crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow, making the travel nurse wave at him dismissively with an irritated tch.

"Where are you going?" Time asked as Legend walked away.

"To see if I'm needed elsewhere," was the terse reply.

"Legend," Time warned. "We can do this the easy way or the hard way."

The travel nurse froze, throwing a seething glare in his direction. "What, you think you can boss me around like you do Twilight or Wild? I'm not your kid, and I'm not part of your little war veteran posse either. What difference do I make, shouldn't you be in surgery or something? Pretty sure you have a job you're supposed to be doing."

Time took a steadying breath and walked towards Legend. His silence intimidated the travel nurse far more than his words did, and Legend took a wary step away. "What are you--"

With a swift motion, Time reached forward and slung the travel nurse over his shoulder, Legend squealing in alarm. A curious family member peeked out of one of the rooms, but beyond that Legend's hemming and hawing did little to change the situation.

Time had to admit, he was impressed at the combination of curse words the travel nurse was coming up with, though.

By the time they reached the alcove just outside the staff room for the ED, Legend had settled a little, only occasionally cussing Time out, jumping to different languages when he felt particularly irate.

"You need to clock out."

"Fuck you."

"All right, you can deal with it later."

They reached the entrance to the waiting room, and Time finally paused. "Am I going to have to carry you out of here, or will you walk with me?"

Legend's death grip on Time's shirt eased a little, followed by a defeated sigh. "Fine, dammit, I'll walk with you. Just put me down."

With that settled, Time slowly eased Legend to the ground, watching the nurse stumble a little with a dizzy spell. He steadied him by his shoulders, and Legend hissed, pushing him away.

Time furrowed his brow. "What compels you to think you can singlehandedly save everything and everyone, Legend?"

Legend's glare lost its bite, and he looked away. "It's my job, damn it. I'm a travel nurse, we come in to help departments who don't have enough nurses. This is what people rely on me for."

"Well, I don't know what your other assignments did to abuse you so much that you think eleven shifts is acceptable," Time stated, his words softened by his gentle tone. "But you have support here. We're not letting you burn yourself out like this."

"I'm not burnt out!"

Time stared at him until Legend withered under his gaze. He didn't have to rub salt in the wound. Instead, he just said, "Let's go."

Legend followed him somberly to the exit. The longer they walked, though, the more confused the young man became.

"Wait, my car's in a different deck. Where are we going?"

"I'm driving you home."

"What?" Legend stopped in the middle of the parking deck. "Come on, old man, I can handle driving myself home. Do you trust me that little?"

"You do realize that the level of exhaustion you're at probably makes you as addled as if you were drunk?" Time threw back. "You're coming home with me, Ledge. Someone has to take care of you since you don't seem to know how to take care of yourself."

Surprisingly, this didn't merit another string of curses or a fit. Instead, Legend deflated, suddenly out of energy to argue. Time left him be, willing to give the boy some space since he'd been manhandling him so much already. Instead, he unlocked his car and walked towards it, opening the passenger door. Legend dragged his feet over, sliding in silently and buckling up.

The travel nurse was out like a light before they even left the parking deck.

#I was told at work that I looked 'defeated' and I was like 'oh wow ok didn't realize it was showing that badly lol' #don't fret I haven't worked 11 consecutive shifts #I would actually die #Legend's insane and has more stamina than me #also dumber #lu in healthcare #you ask skye answers #lovely mad navi #lu legend #lu time #lu warriors #writing #writing prompt #this has not been edited at all so idk if the typos are horrendous but #it's 4:30 I'm going to bed #apparently I can only write when I'm about to pass out :D

[celluloidbroomcloset]

Fuck, man, Stede being buttoned up to the neck and under twenty layers of cloth throughout Season 1 is not fucking indicative of how very expressive and not repressed he is.

#ofmd meta #ofmd #our flag means death #stede bonnet #I need to stop I’m getting mad #soon someone’s going to say that he loves wearing the navy uniform and I’m going to have to fight them

[skyward-floored]

A torn piece of leather in embossed letters reads: “Talon interacting with Time and/or the grandkids?”

And this is the last one :) Thanks for all the fantastic prompts guys! Especially you Navi, I loved thinking of things for all the ones you sent <3

I'm still working on putting these up on ao3 btw, and I'm also planning on putting a few older snippets I've written with this au up on there as well so keep an eye out ;)

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“Get it! Get that one right there, it’s one of them!”

“No way, it’s those ones over there!”

“Ack!”

Legend nearly tripped over a cucco in his haste to try and grab a different one, and Hyrule narrowly avoided crashing into him as he looked around at the swarm of birds.

“Twenty seconds boys!” Talon said from the side, and his three grandsons scrambled to regain their footing and continue to grab at the cuccos.

They were visiting their grandpa on the ranch with the rest of the family, but Hyrule, Legend and Four had found themselves at loose ends. Their grandpa had offered to play a game with them, and ushered them out to the barn, quickly explaining the rules of what he called the Super Cucco Findin’ Game.

The goal was easy, simply find three of what their grandpa said were “super cuccos”, and for an added challenge, not use any of their powers. But there were a whole flock of the birds in here, and discerning between the super cuccos and regular ones was impossible.

“I think I got one!” Legend said triumphantly, holding a cucco above his head, and Talon gave him an approving thumbs up.

“Two more! Keep going, you have ten seconds!” he said with a smile, and his grandsons went back to trying to grab the birds even more frantically.

“I wish Sky was here,” Hyrule grunted as he dove for a bird. “He’d get the right ones in no time.”

“Or Wild, they’re really too fast for— ouch!” Legend yelped as a cucco pecked him.

Hyrule dove and managed to nab a bird, and Talon gave him an approving nod.

“One more! Five seconds!”

“Augh!”

Hyrule and Legend scrambled to grab a cucco, any cucco, but Four paused from where he'd mostly been running around the perimeter, and instead of running around like a crazy person, he carefully crept up on a large cucco that seemed different to him for some reason.

He pounced, and managed to grab the bird right as Talon stood and hollered, “time’s up!”

Legend and Hyrule awwed with disappointment, but Four held up the bird, and Talon’s eyes sparkled.

“Good job boys, that’s the last one! You did it!” their grandpa said with a smile, and Legend pumped a fist as Hyrule whooped. “That was some fine cucco findin’.”

He ruffled Four’s hair, and the youngest of his grandsons grinned, struggling not to drop the squawking bird in his arms. It was nearly as big as he was.

“So do we get a prize?” Legend asked, unable to hide the excited glint in his eyes. “You said you had something, right?”

Talon smiled, wrinkles showing at the corners of his eyes.

“Well... I was going to offer you some ice cream we’ve made from some of our own Lon Lon milk, but I don’t rightly know if you boys would want that...” he said thoughtfully, a sparkle in his eye.

He was met with three resounding cries of yes, they wanted ice cream, and Talon chuckled, scooping up Four and setting him on his shoulders.

"Well then I suppose I'd better keep my word. Let's go tell your mother we've got three new cucco champions in our midst."

#incredibles au #lu four #lu legend #lu hyrule #linked universe fanfic #writing from the floor #answers from the floor #mad-navi my beloved #Talon loves his grandsons #even if they're a handful sometimes #was gonna stick Time in here but it didn't quite work #he probably sees the three of them coming in all scratched and pecked and just sighs and goes 'Super Cucco Findin’ Game I see' #incredibles au fic

[dysaniadisorder]

i hate how normalized military is in the us im gonna rip my hair out

#i just. was talking w friends today #one of them was talking abt how he was almost convinced by the recruitment lady to join the navy and i was like. dude #and i was talking about how messed up it is that they send in people like that and catch kids like him #and my friends were like. you cant really blame her for doing her job. its her JOB like yes. it is her job. its fucking Bad #my best friend got all angry cuz his dad was in the navy. babe idc if he didnt actually fight he shouldnt have done it ♡ #''people get drafted'' you have to dodge the draft. #''thats illegal'' yes. this is a requirement for if you are drafted. you Have to just not. #no one said action would be comfortable nor convenient. in fact it is going to be almost none of either #you are gonna have to face that the military murders human beings and your dad is not any better #and people who its ''just their job'' to do it chose that job. and they know #''you cant get mad at the worker woman; you have to get mad at the institution'' no im mad at the individual woman too #just because its your job to manipulate kids and kill Arab people doesnt mean its okay #''not everyone in the military is actively fighting'' no! they arent. but they are helping those that are. #they are not complicit but actively helping. you have to do anything and everything you can to just Not Fucking do that #ANYONE in the military has failed being a decent human 101. being in any part of the military means you are okay with centuries of genocide #and encourage even more. its not 'just your job' you are OK and more for relentless murder and i wish you harm #anyways. sometimes repeating & internalizing the things ur parents say means watch our for road traps and the beatles are good. #sometimes it is US propaganda and just because it is in your own house and coming from a loved one doesnt mean you cant not fall for it #edit not to mention him saying this the day after aaron bushnell died. dude #unethical jobs exist. it is everyones job to bring them down #''its just her job'' was Bushnells sacrifice not fucking enough for you??? and the millions of dead Palestinians????? christ

[clove-pinks]

A decade of Republican hostility had taken a heavy toll on the navy, but seventeen ships still survived in 1812. Seven were frigates. The Constitution, President, and United States were rated at 44 guns; the Constellation, Chesapeake, and Congress at 36 guns; and the Essex at 32 guns. [...] The frigates were the heart of the navy. Inspired by Philadelphia shipwright Joshua Humphreys, the three heavy frigates—or “44s” as they were called—were bigger and sturdier than other frigates. They carried heavier guns (24-pounders rather than 18-pounders) and their thick hulls were better able to withstand enemy broadsides. In fact, they were “superfrigates,” capable of outfighting and outsailing other ships in their class and of outrunning anything larger.

— Donald R. Hickey, The War of 1812: A Forgotten Conflict

Engagement between the American Frigate United States and the English Frigate Macedonian Surrendered after 17 Minutes of Fighting, 1815 lithographic print (US Naval History and Heritage Command)

#War of 1812 Wednesday #war of 1812 #age of sail #naval history #frigates #us navy #military history #uss united states #naval art #the sea #love the precise mention of '17 minutes' in the title of the print #someone is still mad about uss chesapeake #age of fighting sail #us history

[hypaalicious]

Arknights with this whole Stultifera Navis storyline (& the Abyssal Hunters in general) is just the anime version of Bloodborne & you can’t convince me otherwise. They not even tryna hide it. 😂

#I mean I’m not mad at it cause I love Bloodborne #it’s just fucking funny how blatant it is #all they need to say is ‘a Hunter must hunt’ and it’s a done deal #arknights is pretty based for this idk LOL #stultifera navis #bloodborne

[navybrat817]

May i dare ask how Jefferson and his Alice is doing? Bcs i feel like they are getting ready for xmas and idw but i can see him trying to get grace as a gift.

Nonnie, this ask makes me so happy! 💜 Jefferson would have the place all decked out for Christmas. Depending on the mood he's in when he puts the tree up, it could be an Alice in Wonderland themed or something with purple and blue. Beautiful either way. 💜💙

Grace would be the perfect addition to the family and a wonderful gift for the holiday. Someone to make the season even brighter. And as long as his Alice is happy, he's happy. 💜

Love and thanks! 💜

#navybrat answers #character ask #jefferson #jefferson ouat #rocker!jefferson #mad hatter and alice #navy's backstage pass #the vip experience #anon ask #sending love ❤️ #asks are always appreciated

[thepinklink]

🍪🍪🍪

(Your reminder to take a break, have a treat, take a few deep breaths, stretch out and relax, and just remember that you’re awesome before you deal with the rest of today.) ✨👏

*tackles you in a hug*

NAVIIIIIIIIII THANK YOU 😭😭😭😭😭😭 today’s been good? But tiring and I am exhausted but also still have things to do, I needed this 😭😭😭😭 Thank you, this makes me feel so much better 😭😭😭😭💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷💖💖💖🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷

#lovely mad-navi #thank you for the ask! 🩷 #you ask plink answers

[distopea]

Nezumi wasn't sure how it happened, but at some point during the precinct Thanksgiving party, word got around about Eve's singing prowess. And yes, perhaps Eve did mention off-handedly that she was a singer back in her day, but now she wanted to focus fully on being a wife. It had been a lie that Nezumi had made up on the fly to fill the silence between questions on Eve's past that were flying left and right from all the wives that attended the party.

And so it happened that the band paused and announced Eve's debut. One last song before her married life kicks off—or something like that—her engagement to Mads was a hot topic that night, mainly because Nezumi thought it would be fun to wear the ring as an accessory. ( And because Mads' expression when his colleagues patted him on the shoulder was too funny to pass. )

Ah. What the hell—What was the worst thing that could happen, right? Nezumi inwardly shrugged and hopped on the stage with the help of two cheerful musicians.

Eve spoke to them briefly, explaining the song she wanted to do. They laughed, then nodded and eagerly took their places.

🎶🎵🎶 My name is Lolita And I'm not supposed to play with boys Moi? Mon cœur est à papa You know, le proprietaire 🎶🎵🎶 No! 🎶🎵🎶 While tearing off a game of golf I may make a play for the caddy But when I do, I don't follow through 'Cause my heart belongs to Daddy 🎶🎵🎶 If I invite a boy some night To dine on my fine food and haddie I just adore, his asking for more But, my heart belongs to Daddy

Eve's eyes found Mads in the crowd. He stood among his cop friends who were slapping him appraisingly on the back, congratulating his choice of a woman. Oh—if only they knew. Nezumi smiled. He smiled through the lyrics in a way that Mads would know it was him. His hand—Eve's hand—elegantly slid down the length of the microphone stand, her red lips nearly touched the microphone head. She wasn't just singing, she was performing with the same sensual charge as Marilyn herself.

So I want to warn you, laddie Though I know that you're perfectly swell That my heart belongs to my Daddy 'Cause Daddy, my Daddy My little ol' Daddy, he treats it so 🎶🎵🎶 That little old man, he just treats it so good~~~

Applause tore through the hall, and Eve jumped off the stage, laughing and thanking the musicians. She made her way towards Mads, the same cheeky gleam in her eyes—the kind that belonged to Nezumi only.

"Did you like the song?" Eve purred and slid her arms around Mads' waist, pulling herself against him.

@nezumivc103221

“I’ll be back in a minute.” He whispered to Nezumi, tapping his empty drink to signal that he was in fact heading to the bar. Not that he had the worst drinking habits, but he wasn’t feeling at his best right now, like usually in any of those parties where they were both invited. He had never liked talking about his life in general, but he couldn’t avoid the amount of endless questions regarding Eve. He had lured a wonderful and beautiful fiancée in his life after all, and the crowd was blood thirsty for nuptial details and other gossip they could spread from one mouth to another the moment they had seen Eve's ring around her finger. 

At least, Mads could live with the happiness of his most cherished secret, well kept under layers of clothes, tucked between two long and elegant legs that were catching many eyes on their way. Eve was only a fantasy for those frustrated men, beautiful, cheerful, perfect, feminine… But far from ever guessing that Eve wasn’t anything real at all in the end. He thanked the bartender when he retrieved his third whiskey, the warmth of the beverage definitely helping with this intense moment. He couldn’t fly away from his own party, the police station quite buzzing around him because he was finally settling down. 

He felt a strong pat on his shoulder and turned around, his expression turning from surprise to profound horror when Nezumi was so easily lifted to the stage, the musicians placing themselves around him. Mads swallowed thick, the lights of the stage catching the gleam of that diamond on his finger; a little accessory that had become the center of everyone’s attention tonight. Mads stood there, half panicking while the music began, and he witnessed for the first time the smooth voice of his lover echoing with the instruments surrounding him. From horror, his emotions drifted to something different… Something more profound and endless. 

Eve was not real, and while he was teasing his audience with his angelic voice on that rather sulphurous song, Mads saw something else. From the lust emanating from his dance and motions, he saw the brush of an invisible painter morphing Nezumi into a perfect dream, displayed on a white canvas, only for artistic irises to understand his beauty.

His expert eyes observed the curves of the light upon his pristine skin, every gesture bringing a new harmony, a new set of colors that were nothing but hypnotizing, and soon enough, Nezumi wasn’t a cheeky singer trying to lure his future husband but a painting. A piece of art who had never been seen before. Mads couldn’t listen to the comments of his colleagues, nor did he really feel himself applauding with the rest of the crowd when the performance was done. 

Nezumi was eager to come back to him, his smirk showing how much he was pleased with his little show. Mads didn’t feel embarrassed anymore, instead, he rolled his fingers around his thin waist and placed a soft kiss at the corner of his eyes. That gesture earned a few whistles from his colleagues, but Mads didn’t care.

“I liked it. It was like experiencing the Song of the Angels by Bouguereau.” He confessed, so Nezumi was the only one to hear, finally regaining his composure, while again, he was harassed by the presence of those endless stares spying on them. 

#; nezumivc103221 #⌇voice of the navy ( 𝙈𝙖𝙙𝙨 | ic ) #⌇the emblem of the rook ( 𝙈𝙖𝙙𝙨 | art thief AU ) #⌇he’s the angel of small death ( 𝙈𝙖𝙙𝙨 / 𝙉𝙚𝙯𝙪𝙢𝙞 ) #⌇dialing the void ( 𝘼𝙨𝙠 ) #; finding inspiration months after because it was the exact emotion here and what I wanted to display #; AND GOD HE MISSES HIM #; Mads has endless love for Nezumi it hurts me so much

[rynkyus]

meryl hitting wolfwood screaming DONT YOU DIE ON ME after finding out shes a wanted fugitive then running into corpses while trying to get him help then wolfwood attempting to scam her and vash then getting trapped inside a giant worm then being nicknamed little missy by wolfwood then getting lost and separated from the others inside said worm then only being freed when wolfwood lazered it in half then shakily trying to thank him only for him to attempt to force feed her bugmeat and then proceed to have a two man comedy standup.

#mind you she met vash last week #she has two eligible bachelors who r driving her insane and theyre all Attracted To Each Other And Stupid About Love #also shes being driven mad by her mentor #like meryl is stronger and braver than the us navy

[skyloftian-nutcase]

Hero of Time (Ocarina of Time Link, Majora’s Mask Link) headcanons?

He has a big but closed heart. He’ll help anyone but he won’t open up to anyone. Why bother? He’s lost everyone he’s ever gotten close to. (This eases up a little after he gets together with Malon)

He’s a major introvert. He’s used to being alone and at this point kind of prefers it. He has literally no clue how to emote properly anymore or express himself. Very quiet and soft spoken.

He’s blunt and to the point. It can make him come across as severe, though he doesn’t go out of his way to be rude or anything. He just speaks his mind and doesn’t sugar coat things.

He doesn’t always mix well with authority. He sees the world very differently from most and doesn’t appreciate being told what to do, and when he’s younger he hates being treated like a child. This rubs off into his adulthood as well - if he gets the slightest inkling that he’s being babied or talked down to, he is very unhappy about it.

He’s very spatially aware, and it makes him extremely resourceful and quick on his feet.

He didn’t learn how to read until Talon taught him when he was courting Malon.

He was a very angsty teenager. Felt like no one in the world could ever know him, felt like he didn’t even belong there, felt unseen and unheard and unappreciated, dark, dark moods.

Loves solving puzzles

Takes his duty as a hero seriously, appreciating that he can help others, but still feels inadequate - he’s just a blip in time, forgotten and useless. If only he could leave a lasting mark and ensure that others are helped for years to come…

Has complicated feelings about Zelda. He was 9 when he met her and went on an adventure with Sheik. He was in a 16 year old’s body, which was drawn to her, with a 9 year old’s mind, which didn’t understand the attraction. He trauma bonded to her. He misses her. He sees her in his current timeline Zelda but knows they aren’t the same person and doesn’t know how to reconcile that for a very long time. He’s obsessed with her when he’s a teenager and learns to let the impossibility go as he grows older. He grows to see his own timeline Zelda as her own person, but the ghost of the other never truly leaves, and it makes him keep his distance a bit.

#you ask skye answers #lovely mad navi #hero of time #I love my angsty boy #his life and feelings are so complicated #his story is so sad #ocarina of time #majora's mask #legend of zelda #ocarina of time link #oot link #majora’s mask link

[gochujangst]

get a personality and sexuality outside of parental rebellion

No baby girl I don't think I will

#jang rambles #asks #also is this about the faggotry tags. fuck you lol #use your actual account next time babe #bitches love young queer people until they base it around making their opressors mad lol #also my personality? uhhh personally these nuts #i couldnt decide if the navy seal copypasta was funnier or just calling you baby girl

[skyward-floored]

Do you have any idea how tempted I was to just copy paste the entire list of fics? ANYWAYS-

“The Time & Legend whumptober continuation” :D

“Various Incredibles au “oneshots” :)

“An original zelda idea l've been messing with” XD

The Time and Legend Whumptober continuation

Ohhh this is my evilest wip, I went absolutely ham on the angst in this guy. It’s a continuation of a whumptober I wrote in 2021, and a lot of people really wanted a continuation.

So I started out writing just a short thing, but then it grew, and grew and grew and grew and now I have over 13k of this fic in which everyone has a very very very bad time. I was working on it a little today actually :)

“That’s... going to b-be a problem,” he rasps, and Time helps him shift into a better position, where he ends up leaning heavily on the old man’s shoulder with a bitten-back groan.

Time takes one look at Legend’s bad arm and realizes it’s merely dislocated, rather than broken like he originally feared. He runs a careful hand over the veteran’s arm and shoulder, and Legend bites back a whine.

“F-fix it,” he bites out, and Time sighs.

“Vet you’ve got other more pressing injuries, we should bandage them before we try to—”

“Please,” Legend whispers, and the lack of snark immediately convinces Time. A long, measured breath escapes his mouth, and he changes his position, holding Legend’s arm down as he prepares to slot it back into place.

Various Incredibles au oneshots

Once again, going to put this under a cut because this post would be very long without it :)

These are lots of little bits and ficlet things that will probably one day become oneshots, but for now are just little ideas I write down that I don’t want to forget. Some are more put together than others though, such as the one this bit is from!

“I don’t know if we can make it across that,” Warriors said uneasily, squinting at the rain that blocked their view. “The river rose fast...”

“If we don’t cross now though, we might not be able to get back for some time,” Artemis replied, her eyes still bright with worry.

They exchanged looks again, then Warriors grabbed an umbrella, and got out of the car.

“Link, don’t do anything foolish,” Artemis warned, then also got out of the car, following after him to where he stood by the bank of the river.

“I’m not doing anything foolish, I’m just seeing if we’ll be able to get across,” Warriors refuted, then handed her the umbrella. “Here, I’m going to get a closer look.” Then he paused and handed her his scarf as well, putting it around her shoulders with a grin. “Don’t get it wet.”

“Be careful,” Artemis warned, and Warriors gave her a cocky grin before stepping out from the shelter of the umbrella, near immediately getting soaked.

An original zelda idea I’ve been messing with

I’ve mentioned this one a handful of times, but the basic gist is that the Link in this story (I call him Lost) gets corrupted by the bad guy (Vaati im thinking). It’s up to Zelda to travel across Hyrule and discover the identities of the six sages in order to stop the villain and un-corrupt Link, who functions similarly to Ghirahim in that he’s actively hunting her and has to be fought multiple times.

I’ve written bits of it now and then just to play with ideas, but I don’t know if it’ll ever be a real “fic”. Either way, I like talking about it, and I’ve even designed some characters and things :)

Here’s one of the parts I’ve written!

Zelda took a slow breath in, steeling herself for the words about to come out of Impa’s mouth.

“The Hero has been corrupted.”

The room went into an uproar but Zelda barely heard it, biting her lip so hard it nearly drew blood. Link, her best friend, and really only friend aside from Impa, had been twisted into little more then a puppet for Ambassador Vaati to use as he pleased.

She felt distantly like she was going to throw up.

“—doesn’t even have the blade! Are we certain the boy is the hero?” one of her councilors boomed, “for all we know Vaati merely created a lookalike of our best knight to frighten us! Are we even certain the boy is still ali—”

“That’s quite enough,” Impa said sternly, then placed a hand on Zelda’s shoulder. “We have firsthand reports of what happened. Captain Link is who has been corrupted.”

#thank you!!! #answers from the floor #mad navi my beloved #tw injury #wip ask game #wip #lu legend #lu warriors #Incredibles au #legend of zelda #legend of zelda au #Lost #WHEW this took a hot minute #but I don’t mind I love talking about wips

[ajscico]

Lava Rock, Lilac, Peony 🌋🌷💐

Aww :) thanks. Asks are always welcome. I just answer when I’m either not busy or not at work ♥️

#asks and answers #hey! listen! #lovely mad-Navi #tag game

[hylias-gremlin]

Here to hydrate! 🌊

🧚 Drink some water, dear Lin. 😜

(If water’s hard on your stomach it can be good to start with juice, tea, or Gatorade, it’s easier for your body to take first, if you’re at all dehydrated.)

T^T Thank you for reminding me. I drank 2 big glasses of water and took a water bottle with me! <3

#lin answers #lovely mad-navi💖✨️

[astaroth1357]

I have long wanted to write a headcanon where high demons have lesser forms, so take a walk with me on this:

Imagine that the brothers are fighting with each other and one of them takes a serious hit, like, somebody's left hook got them right in the jaw and it was brutal. They fall to the ground, stone cold, and... just. Poof into a tiny little critter. Like a verison of their familiar. And they can't retake human form until they've rested and healed their wounds.

I'm doing that.

Lucifer becomes this fat-ass, little peacock. He's like one of those rotund Chocobo from the Final Fantasy universe, you just want to pick him up and squeeze him but he's slightly too heavy for that. His feathers are black, save for the tail which have black, red, blue, and green markings. If something makes him "Poof!" then he'll hide away in the Castle because he refuses to let his brothers ever see him in that state. MC can visit him, though, and he'll coo and get all fluffy whenever they pet his tummy.

Mammon turns into a three-eyed raven, but not fat like Luci. He basically becomes a bigger verison of one of his familiars, he's about the size of an eagle. For being the second strongest he gets "Poof!-ed" rather often because he gets caught up in so many fights. Most of the time, he's just a bystander then some stray shot hits him and suddenly he's squawking everybody's ear off! Hilariously, he's arguably smarter in this form so when he's stuck as a bird, his grades actually improve (if anyone can read his actual chicken scratch penmanship).

Levi becomes a snake. Duh. He has similar markings along his back to the colorful scales on his neck in his demon form. He isn't even the length of your average scarf, so MC can drape him behind their neck easily and he doesn't get in the way. He's absolutely MISERABLE like this, though, because he has no hands to play games with. He can get extra clingy to people if he's feeling cold, but MC has to invite him to share their body heat because he's too shy to signal what he wants.

As much as Satan would love to be a cat, he becomes a little unicorn (Sorry, I didn't make the lore). He's about the size of one of those miniature horses, but don't be fooled. He will snap your kneecaps and he's at perfect height to rear-kick his brothers right in the crotch. His coat is black but his tail, mane, and the underside of his horn are all his signature green. If he every gets "Poof!-ed!" he's big mad, so he'll spend the entire time trying to kick and spear his brothers so they have to suffer along with him. He's the cause of a lot of chain "Poof!-ings."

Asmo becomes the smallest, cutest scorpion you ever did see. Well, as cute as scorpions can be. His whole body becomes hot pink and he has the biggest widdle eyes (think those jumping spiders who wear raindrops on their heads type energy). He's also venomous as all hell, so his brothers HAVE to make sure that they continously call him "small, cute, and adorable" lest they suffer a week's worth of paralytic toxin. He can fit the palm of a hand and makes MC tie a little bow around his tail so he doesn't feel too bad about being under-dressed.

Beel, unfortunately, becomes a fly. A big fly (by fly standards), but a fly nonetheless. You wouldn't even know that it's him if he weren't traffic cone orange. Literally everyone panics when he gets "Poof!-ed" because it would only take some bozo with a swatter to put an end to the sweetest brother... Belphie never lets Beel out of his sight and even has a tiny leash so he can keep track of him if they have to go out. He's a lot easier to feed like this, but everyone has to resist that automatic urge to smack him away from their dinner plates.

Belphie ironically has the largest lesser form out of his brothers. He's a cow, more specifically a bull, but there's nothing special about him aside from the navy fur. He is a full grown bull and he loves to lord it over the others if they all get "Poof-ed!" at once. Also, good luck getting him to do ANYTHING in this form. He is a bull. If he does not want to move, he will not be moving. Not even Beel can carry him like this. He's the only brother who doesn't mind getting "Poof-ed!" all that much because of it.

#couldn't think of a better verb than Poof #stuck with it #obey me #obey me shall we date #shall-we-date-obey-me #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me headcanons #obey me crack #obey me shitpost