Yessss!!!!! Sky Falling Asleep In The Second One I Fricking Love This Character!!!

Hell yeah. What doesn’t kill you also makes you not dead so that’s nice.

Legend: WHAT DOESN’T KILL YOU- Legend: majorly injures you and leaves you writhing in pain, an easy target for the next thing to come finish you off.

i have been fucking floored by this fic. please this math test could be deciding my grade but i cannot bring myself to care.

good fic > math test tomorrow

RAVIOOOOOOOO

Dude I fricking love the rabbit ear and the hair and the expression and the WAY YOU DRAW??? HOLY SHIT THIS IS SO COOL!!!

drawing request?

ravio

ples

:3

- ⭐ (quick anon, also a ravio lover)

RIAIVJDOJS!!!

Ah frick I really thought I got a hang of this slang thing after I figured out that "dtm" apparently means "doing too much" welp. You may not assemble until you stop mashing upb.

@penguinly Please let me assemble before i track you down :(

@i-love-zelda-16 thank you for the tag! I don’t remember when we became moots but I fricking love these tag games and your sense of humor (I don’t reblog 90% of your reblogs I would never).

@palmolli we first interacted via your headcanon that somehow possessed me to un-writer’s block myself. I will be the wall that yaps back to you any day.

@anicomicqueen your comment on my fic did actually make my day/week/month. It’s insane that my writing actually helped me make meaningful interactions with real people.

@aaa-batteryy I don’t know how you deal with me irl or online when I’m dropping insane lore bombs or flooding your feed. Thanks for letting me ramble about fic ideas for a fandom you aren’t in. You were my first moot. You’re an amazing friend.

Thank you all for existing :)

i always mean it when i say i love you btw

Mood

guys, i’ve gone on a revalink tumblr spree, why are they kinda cute together hold up—

Hell yes we’re running a sleepover!!! I’m rambling for hours about LU and this AWESOME fandom then passing out at 2am on the dot because my sleep schedule is optimal like that.

@palmolli @anicomicqueen @aaa-batteryy and @i-love-zelda-16 (yep I’m tagging you back) but also anyone who wants to yap into the void with me

Reblog if you would invite your moots to a sleepover

Well it is called Tears of the Kingdom. Hell yeah I’m gonna fuck around in it. Clammy Ganon can wait for his turn.

Local hero neglects his responsibilities in favor of fucking around

So uh... I got randomly really motivated and wrote 752 words of madness in like an hour? I am a really yappy wall. Enjoy!!!

PUMPKIN SOUP STORIES

The pumpkins on Skyloft looked like actual pumpkins. Which was weird because Wild knew that Sky was supposedly the furthest removed from him in time so theoretically they should’ve had the most differences in their food. But no, the pumpkins were definitely the same as the ones Wild bought in Kakariko, just slightly less fortified. 

Wild put the last of the butter into the pot. He was following the same recipe he used with his own era’s pumpkins but the results were looking good so far. He picked up the new ladle Four had gifted him last week (the old one had shattered against a bokoblin’s head a month ago) and stirred the soup. 

Maybe it was the altitude or the very stressful week he’d had in Hyrule’s Hyrule but Wild didn’t notice someone approaching until they were already standing right next to him. He craned his neck back to glance at them before turning back to the stew. 

“Do you need any help with the stew?” Hylia – no, Zelda – no, Sun asked. 

“No. I’m basically done.” Wild said. 

“Okay. Has the altitude sickness gotten any better?”

“Yeah, the green potion worked. I could probably sleep for a week, though.”

Sun smiled at this. “I get what you mean. I took a thousand year nap after my first time on the surface. Well, I suppose that was a little different – but still.”

“Oh, I was only out for a century,” Wild replied, picking up the ladle again.

“What?”

“Huh?”

Wild looked up again at Sun when she didn’t respond. He stirred the soup and set down the ladle. “So… why were you asleep for a millenia?”

Sun didn’t answer right away, instead choosing to sit down next to Wild with her gaze fixed on the pumpkin soup. She told him about growing up with Link on Skyloft and the knighting ceremony. She told him about falling to the surface for the first time, alone and afraid. She’d led her best friend through the unknown and dangerous new world. Then she’d sacrificed herself for a thousand years to seal the inevitable darkness away until she awoke. 

She told him about The Imprisoned and Demise and even though Wild knew how Sky’s story went, he still listened. So when she reached the end of that story he told his own, or what little he knew of what came before and the life he’d lived in the aftermath. 

He told her about his family, the one he knew not in his own memories but from the little pieces that Mipha remembered. He had a sister, once upon a time. There was no knowing if they’d died during the Calamity. He told her about becoming a knight when he was twelve and a royal guard just two years later. 

Then he told her about the Calamity and the guardians and waking up alone and free a hundred years later. She listened when he told her about the months of preparation and happiness he lived before fighting Ganon once more in a fight both far harder and far easier than he could ever have imagined. 

The pumpkin soup was done by then so Wild split it into ten portions and called over the rest of the group to join them. The stories went forgotten as Wind burned his tongue and Sky finally got around to properly introducing everyone to Sun. 

They didn’t stay on Skyloft long, stories of unnaturally strong monsters across Hyrule calling them down to the surface for another week before they stepped through another portal and were gone. 

The next time they returned, Wild let Sun scoop the seeds out of the pumpkins (he would never trust anyone with the cooking pot again after Hyrule managed to light his ladle on fire). They laughed as they worked, scars that had been too raw the last time they met now healed enough to make light of. 

They talked about their lives between their own adventures and the first portal. Sun told Wild about her childhood misadventures with Sky and Wild in turn told her about Flora and her fascination for frogs. 

Wild took a small pouch of Skyloftian pumpkin seeds to try growing in Hateno that visit. He smiled faintly to himself when he noticed it was missing one day. He turned in the direction of a familiar castle that would soon become the ruins he’d woken up to two years ago. 

The pumpkins on Skyloft looked remarkably similar to the ones in Wild’s Kakariko.

Yall, I just realized a thing...

WILD AND SUN WOULD BE BEST FRIENDS.

hear me out here.

Both of them died, came back, and had to restore their memories. They both deal with feeling like an intruder in their own body, feeling like they can't live up to who they used to be in their past life. WAR PTSD!! FLASHBACKS!!! They're both knights (sort of? This is a bit of a stretch lmao) Sun went to a knight school, Wild used to be a knight before he kicked the bucket.

I need more content of them interacting and just relating to each other. Because they really would relate. Their experience of dying and coming back is not a very common one, and having someone else to relate to would probably make them overjoyed. Also, Wild has already spoken to her. Mostly just as a business exchange and she's Hylia then, but STILL. Pls someone write a fic abt them, I will marry you. This is my official proposal. Compete for my aroace hand right now. GET WRITING PLEASE YOU'LL HAVE MY SOUL. (because I'm too lazy to)

that feeling when there's cool shit in my little empty brain but i can't to write it or draw it or invent the social skills to give the ideas to anyone else