AU Legend started the chain’s adventure with she/her pronouns and left with he/him ones
AU Legend started the chain’s adventure with she/her pronouns and left with he/him ones
,Much to my own dismay, AU Legend holds no sentiment towards Koholint. To him, it was just something that happened.
Modern au Legend would be t4t
Yes that means both Ravio and Marin are transgender
They're all t4t
outline of a dream I had last night
How many times did i either say or imply that Legend was either Ravios boyfriend or even Ravios husband
If you view that as platonic,,,babes 😬
Anyways if you read any of my Ravio and Legend stuff, just know absolutely none of it is platonic. They are gay, susan.
Update; Legend will be coming to terms with the fact he is bisexual. Because i feel bad misgendering him with 'she/her' pronouns.
For personal reasons i might write a fic about Legend realising he is, in fact, a bisexual and trans disaster.
Because me too.
Sun, affectionately: my life is in the hands of an idiot!
Sky, motioning to himself and Groose: No no no no no, TWO idiots!
Lulinktober day26 friendship- this is only half finished but I'm calling it good for now.
Time: I would love it if you two would stop committing crimes
Legend: Listen, we’re a team here, we’re a family, but just to be clear
Legend: Wind's the one who did it
Hyrule: Croissants? Dropped.
Wild: Road? Works ahead.
Wind: Shavacado? Fre.
Legend: Miss Keisha? Fucking dead.
Four: Hotel? Trivago.
Time: ...I didn’t understand a single word of that and I'm deeply afraid for every single one of you.
(I put it in chat but its not bolded for some reason)
(also i included legend's colors because they are practically nonexistent in the fandom?? like they have so much potential!)(for those of you who dont know, legend has green, red, and blue, but no purple.)
Four(Green): I’m going to hell.
Four(Green): I'll pick you up?
Four(Blue): *nodding* Carpool.
Legend(Red): Wakey Wakey Eggs and Bakey!
Four(Red): But I'm a vegan.
Legend(Red): Wakey Wakey Vegetables and Sadness.
Four(Vio): Wanna get out of here and grab a bite to eat.
Four(Blue): I don’t usually eat with losers.
Four(Vio): Neither do I but I asked you, didn’t I?
Four(Green): So oxygen went on a date with potassium, it went... OK.
Four(Blue): I thought oxygen was dating magnesium, OMG.
Four(Green): Actually oxygen first asked nitrogen out, but nitrogen was all like NO.
Four(Vio): I thought oxygen had that double bond with the hydrogen twins.
Legend(Blue): Looks like someone's a HO.
Legend(Red): I'm done with all of you!
Legend(Blue): But when all hope seemed lost, I had an epiphany!
Legend(Blue), earlier: I'm going to throw myself into the sea.
Four(Red): Please don't die!
Four(Red): PLEASE DON'T DIE!
Legend(Red), confused: Why are they yelling at a plant?
Four(Vio), watching while eating popcorn: They bought it together and Four(Red) wants Legend(Green) to accept it as their kid.
Four(Vio): But that’s censorship.
Legend(Blue): Well done. You are correct. You’re being censored. Now go.
Legend(Blue): You’re a loose cannon, Four(Blue).
Four(Blue): No, I’m not. I’m a cannon, maybe, but a loose cannon? Is that what you think of me?
Legend(Green): I think you play by your own rules.
Legend(Red): No way, they think rules were made to be broken.
Legend(Blue): Those are all attributes of a loose cannon.
Four(Blue): No, I’m just a reckless renegade. Four(Vio) is a loose cannon.
Four(Vio): *smashes a chair* Aah! You shut your trap, Four(Blue)!
Legend(Red): I’d say Four(Vio)’s more of a cop on the edge with nothing to lose. That’s an entirely different thing.
Legend(Green): Now I’m just confused. Is Four(Blue) a loose cannon or not?
Legend(Blue): All right, put on a pot of coffee. We’re gonna get to the bottom of this.
Four(Vio): Aw, man.
Legend(Red): Four(Vio)... you've been cuddling with me for over and hour now.
Four(Vio): *muffled* mm hmmm :)
Legend(Red): Fuck. I should be annoyed but you're adorable.
Legend(Green): Hey, wanna help me commit arson?
Legend(Blue): What the hell!?
Legend(Green): Oh, sorry, my bad.
Legend(Green), whispering: Wanna help me commit arson?
Legend(Blue), whispering: Of course. What do you need?
Four(Blue): Hey, I see those leaves, where are you from?
Four(Blue): AAYYYE, I KNEW IT! ME TOO!
Four(Vio): Did you just identify a state by looking at its leaves.
Four(Vio): Guys, I didn’t memorize my lines!
Legend(Red): Just use your lack of common sense! Everyone knows the characters in plays are dumb as fuck!
*During the play*
Four(Blue): Hey! You finally made it! Did you get the donuts?
Four(Vio): W-what’re donuts?
Legend(Blue): You made enough pasta that you could take it to lunch tomorrow. Put it in a container.
Four(Green): Shovel the pasta into your face. Do it. Put it in your face. The future is meaningless but the pasta is now.
*the TV is freaking out*
Legend(Red): Don’t worry, you have to treat an electronic like you treat a patient on life support.
*unplugs the TV, then plugs it back in again. nothing changes*
Legend(Red): Yeah, that didn’t work with my grandma either.
Legend(Green): Fuck capitalism. It's a rigged system that keeps us poor and it isn't fair. You shouldn't need to work three jobs to afford basic necessities.
Legend(Green), playing Monopoly: Sorry, if you wanted to win you should have tried not being poor.
Four(Green): That’s the key slice of truth we need to complete the entire truth pie.
Legend(Red): Ooh, can we get some actual pie?
Four(Green): I like the way you think.
Legend(Green): Croissants: dropped
Four(Blue): Road: works ahead
Four(Red): BBQ sauce: on my titties
Four(Vio): Shavacado: fre
Legend(Blue): Miss Keisha: fuckin dead
Legend(Red): ...I didn’t understand a single word of that and I hate every single one of you.
Legend(Blue): How is spring not everyone’s favorite season? The trees are PINK, guys!
Four(Blue): Allergies are also a problem, y'know.
Legend(Blue): But pink.
Four(Red): And it's hot.
Legend(Blue): Hey Four(Blue), can you give me the opposite of these words?
Legend(Blue): Always, Coming, From, Take, Me, Down.
Four(Blue): Never, Going, To, Give, You-
Four(Blue): The fucking satisfaction.
Four(Vio): What the fuck.
Four(Vio): ESPN is showing 2003 national jump rope championship.
Four(Vio): Who the hell watches jump rope competiti- ooh bouncy.
Four(Blue): I’m a reverse necromancer.
Legend(Red): Isn’t that just killing people?
Four(Blue): Ah, technically.
Four(Vio): Stop failing.
Legend(Red): Don’t tell me what to do! I'll fail right now!
Legend(Red): Dang it!
Legend(Green), teaching Legend(Blue) to drive: Okay, you're driving and Four(Blue) and Four(Green) walk into the road. Quick, what do you hit?
Legend(Blue): Oh, definitely Four(Green). I could never hurt Four(Blue).
Legend(Green), massaging their temples: The brakes. You hit the brakes.
Legend(Green): Sometimes, I don’t realize an event was traumatic until I tell it as a funny story and notice everyone is staring at me weird.
the perfect little bitch boy whore just for u <3
It has been weeks.
Ravio understands, better than most.
He tells her, when Link is away and they are left by themselves in the candlelight, of people who look the same — even work the same occupation — but have never seen him, do not recognize him. Of a princess so desperate that she would eradicate one realm so that she could find herself in another. And he tells her this and she thinks of Koholint, and of the wind fish, and of awakenings. And it is not enough. But it will have to do, because she is here.
Here, instead of the island with the egg on the mountain. Things seem more concrete here, and it overwhelms her. There are no telephones in the trees, no strange, barking balls on chains. Only sounds too crisp and loud to be real, vivid colors, heavy air. Ravio finds her sometimes in a dark room, waiting for sleep.
They cannot tell him.
They could, but. They will not tell him, will not bite the hand that has only reached out to them in peace. He saved me, Ravio says, he saved everyone back home, and Marin feels her heart squeeze. Home, she thinks, he still thinks of it as home, hopes to reach into a fissure and climb inside the same way she still, sometimes, hopes every passing dream will form solid like sand under her feet. Because it does not make it easier, knowing that Link had had to wake the Wind Fish. It does not make it easier, to know that it was a dream. Because the dream is over and she is still here, and it is his fault. And the fissures are sealed and Ravio is still here, and it is his fault.
They would never tell him. They love him too much for that; savior, lover, and betrayer twirl into one and form a twisted thread that stitches their jaws shut. Because the worst part is that they don't have to tell him. He knows, that Koholint is gone, that his own nightmares won't bring it back. That Lorule perhaps thrives, perhaps flounders, and he can only — and must — pray the vision the gods showed him was real. He knows so intensely it would kill him to find out, and so alone in the house they stay, silent but to each other.
And isn't it a travesty, she thinks, often, because he is gone adventuring again.
Adventuring. It had sounded so sweet in his mouth when he'd said it against the sunset of the south beach, like honeycomb from the forest. It had been impossible to imagine him like this, on Koholint, and as it often does it strikes her that he seemed something else entirely on that island. Something peaceful, something soft. Playing an instrument that sounded like the cries of the gulls above them.
He loves music. So does she. Ravio appreciates that they love it. And Link kept those instruments he found on Koholint, those tiny little treasures, and when Marin had been wondering — always on her own, always only wondering — if he felt any remorse at all, she had stumbled into the shed and found them, polished and shined, tuned and preserved, hung on the wall as a set. She had played them, badly, until her mouth hurt and she could no longer see through her tears.
It had been Ravio that found her then, because Link was still adventuring. She was glad for him, sweet Ravio, irreverent Ravio, Ravio who understood. And they cook together, something not quite Lorulean and something not quite of Koholint and something that has nothing to do with Hyrule at all, and it doesn't taste like either of them remember but it is close enough that they laugh about it over the table.
Ravio has never been to Koholint. She tells him of how gentle Link was there, how happy, how eager to help, no matter how small the issue. In return, he tells her of how generous Link was, how dashing, how quick to rush into danger to save — anyone. Anyone who needed saving. And she longs to see Lorule, just once. To see if she could understand him. And Ravio has never been to Koholint.
She goes back to the instruments the next day. She sees what she did not see before. A handbell. A harp that looks nothing like her own. His ocarina. The orchestra of Koholint sits with pride on the wall, but it does not sit alone. Ravio had told her Lorule was a musical place. She wonders if any of these are his. She wonders how the wall would look without them.
For the first time, she realizes, the idea of home is bittersweet. ***
Link looks more and more tired each time he comes home.
This is the last time, she has heard him say, more than once. This will be the last time. And it is not reassurance to them, because there is simply not room, yet, for the idea that they miss him as badly as he misses them, that they suffer, too. Marin used to begrudge him for that, when the longing for Koholint was so raw, so sharp, that it simmered through the balm that was the fact that she was with him. But now she only pities him, and desperately, desperately hopes that it will stop before it eats him alive.
I can't refuse, he says, once, late at night. Who else will go? If I do not wake the Wind Fish, who will save Lorule? If I do not find the danger, who will it find first? And talk of triforces has always confused Marin, whose world was already born on a whim of similar power, but Ravio only nods solemnly and huddles himself closer. There is guilt there. She can see it. She does not know quite what from, but it hangs around them both like a blanket.
Marin has nothing to be guilty for. She loves a young man she saved from the sea. She loves the young man he saved from a broken world. And so all that is left is pity, the selfless kind, the kind that says my god, I hope things are better for you soon. Tomorrow he will wake up and be able to love them again as he loved them this morning. He will have stuffed the guilt back into boxes and put it away and readied himself to be human again. But in this moment he seems something else, something ancient, something exhausted. As if his spirit was locked in a battle it had never lost, not once.
She takes Ravio's hand with one of her own, and cards her other through Link's hair. She is not sure to whom she prays that he won't leave tomorrow, but for good measure she adds several tomorrows on top of that, and wonders if Link hadn't found his home on Koholint, too.
Links awakening Link is incredibly squishy
So, in LU terms, Legend is very squishy
spirit tracks link has never seen a horse before in his life and the rest of the links have never seen a train. this is comedy gold