Fanfic Prompt: There Are Quite Some Fics That Portray The Windwaker As A Literal Conductor

Fanfic prompt: there are quite some fics that portray the windwaker as a literal conductor

And have wind use the abilities of the windwaker

Like the sky gets darker when he gets upset

It rains if he is sad

And it storms if he is angry

But like controlling the wind is not the only ability of the windwaker

You can change day and night with the song of passing

You can also straight up command people (command melody)

And in phantom hourglass you can control time and see ghosts

Like imagine him having an actual panic attack from the point of view of like Wild who already experienced a big calamity

Like there is a hurricane appearing

The sun and moon are fighting for their spot on the sky (till it ends up a solar eclipse)

The wind is strong enough that actual boulders are flying off the ground

And you feel something commanding you to go there (wind really wants someone to stop him )

The time in several places is going out of control

And on top of that your ghost friends are freaking out because of something

You are convinced that that is divine punishment

And that the world will end

Like imagine the sheer shock that any of the chain will experience when it turns out to be wind

This is the fic that I fully finished during the LU September 2024 write-a-thon! And it was all based on a silly joke made it the server. I usually write heavy angst, so it was fun that the first thing I've written in a while was super wholesome.

Rating: G

Summary: The chain has a cheese sculpting contest.

No warnings!

Don't expect wholesome things like this from me regularly. I like angst. I write angst most of the time.

It doesn't help that the next fic I wrote is extreme whump and angst lol

Woo, it’s been awhile!

Not sure, if it’s already been done; but, ever since I first saw this meme, this is all that’s been stuck in my head. And after a few months, I’ve finally gotten it out of my head. Enjoy!

fuck being cringe. make cat ocs with angel wings and too many colors. put rainbows on everything you can. make them edgy without any reason and give them heterochromia and no parents. make them weird and yes I mean weird in the way that some people may not like or understand. art is an expression of the self and if your self is a fat wolf with tiddies and he/it/xeno pronouns then fuck yea dude. idk where I’m going with this just be cringe for the love of god. and if others are being cringe and having their best life fucking leave them alone we are not going to tell people what they can or can’t do with their cringe

Sometimes I'm hit upside the head by remembering that Legend is the last surviving member of his family line, all because Ganon systematically had a friend of the vet's dad hunt down and slaughter everyone else in the family in an effort to stop the hero ever rising to stop evil's return.

I wonder if that weighs on him. If the fact that the Hylian Knights are no more, and the only people who bear the same title now have dirtied it in the eyes of Hyrule and made it something to fear. I wonder if that's why he resents them so much. What if that's why he spurns his own knighthood in favor of being "an average nobody"? Because remembering he's the last one, that he's alone, just hurts too much?

I wonder if there were family traditions or customs that he practices alone, if he practices or acknowledges them at all. I wonder if he grapples with the fact that there's no one to teach him any of them because he was so young when they all died. What was lost with all of them? What stories and memories that were passed down for generations will he never get to know about? Will never know existed? I wonder if he wanders like he does because he's still searching for any lingering traces of what his heritage once was, for those pieces they couldn't give him themselves.

I wonder if he resents Twilight because the rancher can see and touch his own history on Lon Lon, meanwhile he can never. If he hates his brothers for having communities they're ingrained in, traditions and celebrations and memories and customs, all of which were lost in his family before he ever got a chance to know about them.

I wonder if he feels obligated to preserve the family legacy by having kids of his own, even though he's already lost the love of his life. If the fact that his family dies with him weighs on his mind.

What do you think it's like, being the only one left?

Reblog to give an asexual a treat