WOW OKAY READING ALL OF THAT WAS SO SILLY I LOVED IT, YAY TO SOAP CLUB, GLAD I MADE A BIG SPLASH WHEN

WOW OKAY READING ALL OF THAT WAS SO SILLY I LOVED IT, YAY TO SOAP CLUB, GLAD I MADE A BIG SPLASH WHEN I CANNONBALLED INTO THE SERVER YAY YIPPEE I'M GONNA DO IT AGAIN IT WAS SO FUN

August LU Write-a-Thon Round Up: 276,182 Words in One Day!

On August 1, we hosted our third monthly LU Write-a-thon! The purpose of this event was to write as many productive words—words that furthered yourself, the LU writing community at large, or your own stories—within 24 hours as humanly possible. We had 85 participants this round, and though we didn’t quite beat our word count high score from last month (over 300,000), we got very close, and had a lot of fun along the way! You guys did great!

Until next month, here’s the statistics of the event (made by lovely mod @zarvacase, everyone give her a HUGE round of applause), followed by the awards and titles earned by each participant, as voted upon by the Discord server through an anonymous survey, and the clubs (either self-joined or were assigned to). Enjoy, and thanks for coming!

Winner’s Circle (Top 6 Most Wordiest)

At 16,312 words, “Writer of all Time” goes to @hotcheetohatredwastaken. (Cheeto here. Guys don’t be like me. So many birthday fics that have to be rewritten). Additionally earned “Victim of the Cheese Cult” because said cult figured out they could ping her by just saying the word “cheese.”

At 13,638 words, @nyastri comes in second with “Wordsmith.” Amazing job! 

At 12,482 words, “Meemaw” (@not-freyja) comes in third! Wrangling the kids and most likely currently debating to invest in more child-leashes :D

At 10,807 words, @needfantasticstories comes in fourth with “Beta Fish!” To quote: “Skip betas so many things, and she does a fantastic job.” and further, “Skip is always reading my fics and leaving nice comments on them so tysm skip I really appreciate it <33” the votes are in, Skip, and they’re unanimous—we all love you!

At 10,292 words, @sketchy-potato is “Serial Killer” for spending most of the marathon on a fic that killed both Malon and Time. How dare you do this to us. Please continue.

And sharing sixth place with a four-word gap at 10,063 and 10,059 is @irenkaferalkitty and @gerudoevernight. Amazing job you two!

Clubs

This month, we also got clubs off the ground! Stay tuned for what we’ll be implementing when it comes to club membership and participation in the coming months, I (Cheeto here) think that you guys will really enjoy it. But this month, the process for clubs was the same as the last month—you could either self-assign to a club, or your fellow participants nominated you! (Note: some of you were in multiple clubs. Mods probably assigned you to one or two in order to keep the post running smoothly. If you would like to change your primary club or you got left out of a club you'd like to be included in, let us know.)

Soap Club

For those of you that, for one reason or another, decided that soap was tasty. (Hi guys, Cheeto here. Warning you guys now: if a single one of you @’s me about actually eating soap, I will shut this club down. You cannot have your soap club and eat it too, and I will not be held responsible for tide pod challenge 2.0. Love you guys so much and I’m delighted that you’re having fun, great power, great… you know the line.)

“Get Hugged” goes to @polynomialpandemic, also “saw and gasped aloud in delight.”

“Phil-anthropist” for @thatbluepencilcrayon, for unintentionally creating and then wholeheartedly embracing Phil, the spirit of the master sword.

“Cult Leader” and “Most Nominated” for @shadedheart138 (AKA Resident Soap Drinker). You caused quite a stir in the chats, and were quite famous by the end of this event. Can’t wait to see you next month!

“Is Totally Famous Even Though Ve Doesn’t Think Ve Is” for @imperialkatwala. To quote another submission: “Ve really doesn't think ve's famous. Gotta prove vir wrong!” and we agree.

“Co-conspirator of Phil, the flannel wearing and lizard loving sword spirit” goes to @starlight-eclipsed. You guys kept the whole chat laughing.

“Could Can and will decimate a god in a verbal showdown” for @vivalaplutothedachshund. No notes here. Agree. “Soup” for @marsnoodlesoup, because “please it would be so funny to give mars soup again.” An honorary member of the soap club for being a letter off.

Also: @sketchy-potato (from winner’s circle), @hyrulescarlet, @bluepencilcrayon, @vivalaplutothedachshund, @anime-obsessed, @shadedheart138

Cartridge Lickers

For those of you that read online that switch cartridges were designed to taste bad and went “okay, but how bad?”

“Author of Monstrosities” for @gia-d. Fishbun. (Freyja here: Why. WHY?! *insert Legend emoji of distress*)

“Most ‘Normal’ About Spirit” for @a-manicured-lawn. Additionally, to quote: “it's really weird and encouraging to have someone tell me they can't wait to see how this chapter will hurt me, but I'm the one reading whump willingly so it's fair XD”

“Totally Samwise Gamgee” and "Lawn's Partner in Crime" for @tashacee. No elaboration needed.

“Horse emoji” @anime-obsessed. Again, no elaboration was given, nor was it needed.

Additionally: @not-freyja (winner’s circle), @sketchy-potato, @shadedheart138

Aimed for the Funny Numbers Club 

For those of you that wrote, and wrote with a specific purpose in mind.

“Pantser” for @harmonysixx for pantsing through the WIP! Good job!

“Summoner of Funny Numbers” for @hyrulescarlet, for starting a sprint with 666 words and then continuing to hit funny numbers. Nice.

“Mother Duck” for @winterfen. Aimed for the funny numbers, but made sure that everyone was properly hydrated and rested while doing so. 

“Wind 1” for @savimatteo2810. To quote someone’s idea: “There can be two Winds. They can wear get-along shirts. One of them can be Wind 1, The other can be Wind A.”

Additionally: @marsnoodlesoup, @lunaopus, @lennsart, @bluepencilcrayon, @anime-obsessed, @sketchy-potato

All-Nighter Club

For those of you that decided that sleep was optional (please sleep. please).

“Wind A” for @bluury2. And here is the other Wind. Good job on sharing, you two!

“Artist Turned Writer” goes to @nancyheart11! Also “literally a cinnamon roll.”

“Permanently Exhausted Pigeon” @labyrinthdancer & @ra-archives. It fits the theme of the club. Good job you two. Please get some rest.

@across-violet-skies, in this club for going to sleep at 7 am. Also “AN AMAZING PERSON” who wrote “more than 4 words.”

Additionally: not-freyja (:P), needfantasticstories (winner’s circle), @awildsilver, @a-manicured-lawn, @vivalaplutothedachshund

Cheese Club

For those of you that at least decided to make a food obsession around something actually edible. Mods do endorse eating cheese.

“Died to the moon” goes to @aurora-boreas-borealis. Also, to quote: “the most likely to make me question if I've actually seen a beloved childhood media.” “Mac and Cheese Cultist” for @bittirsweeteer. Known for writing costco mac and cheese into their fic. Bonus points for making it feel organic. Unlike the costco mac and cheese.

“Least respectable (from Luna)” for @cinis0. Additionally, “Snuck into the Cheese Cult.”

“First time fic publisher” for @four-eyed-nerd. To quote: “A banger artist, can’t wait to see if their words are just as banger.”

“Schrodinger’s Cat,” to @gerudo-evernight (Also in the winner's circle). Keep being inexplicable. We love you.

“Cheese minions cheese minions cheese minions” to @lemoncatssss. Congrats on being a cheese minion. No notes, keep it up.

“Friend shaped” goes to @lennsart since they are, quote: “most likely to have become a regular in my tumblr notifs since last month <3” (Freyaj here: agree. Hard agree. Lenn is so friend-shaped.)

“Funniest Mother-trucker in this joint” goes to @life-in-winter, for rolling up, being funnier than anyone else in the server, and then vanishing for another three hours. Repeat ad nauseam. 

“British Cheese Boy (Gender Neutral)” goes to @lunaopus for his enthusiasm for cheese, American not included!

“The Multitasker of All Time” goes to @musical-chan. The fandom elder with all the advice and life lessons. To quote: “Even when incredibly busy, Music managed to write well over 4000 words and that is honestly amazing in itself. She’s a fantastic writer and truly talented.” 

“Vidow Messiah” is the dear @passerinesoncaffeine, and if you don’t know why… you don’t want to know. You have also been called “The Beta Reader of All Time.” High praise.

“The Hydrator™” and “Unwilling Cheese Cultist” for @peepthatbish. To quote: "mx peeps kept reminding us to drink our water!!! thanks to them i didn't forget!"

“Skord Lord” goes to @somanyfanficssolittletime. I have questions. Can I have answers?

“CHEESE CULT.” for @cat-at-a-writing-desk (in all caps with the full stop. Very specific.)

“Angst Lord” and “Mother Duck” both go to @seaotter-17, for “making me go to bed after finding out how long i'd been awake” and “making me cry with her fics.”

Additionally: @hotcheetohatredwastaken (from Winner’s circle) (unwillingly) (this is said with so much affection)

Everyone else

“Lanayru’s Biggest Fangirl” for @baileyboo2016. Feedback was unanimous. You have this crown by public consensus.

“The Silent One” for @aeghina You came, you wrote, you did not elaborate. Good job.

“most likely to get me invested in an OC” for @echoing-stars. The OC in question is Warrior's baker boyfriend Rowan and “he is an absolute sweetie.”

“Artist turned more artist” for @la-sera. You are a treasure, and you have inspired so many of us writers to write even more with your amazing art. (Freyja here: I hate you too. 💜)

“Bizarre... bees are... bees are queer!” was a rather urgent-sounding message for @nebulapaws. This seems to be an inside joke. Hope you guys enjoy it.

“Honorary Sad Wet Cat” and “best tech support ever 💞” goes to @noorahqar. They are both undoubtedly deserved. Quote: “You know how to make the computer go, and how to explain it to meemaw, which is even harder to accomplish.” (Freyja here: Cheeto, I think ‘meemaw’ has breached containment.)

“Stephen King’s Heir” was bestowed upon @lattewritesthings, to quote: “Good at horror and things along that direction. Shared a good horror fic.”

“Studious Student Who Studied, busy bee” for @rebornofstars. “She came, she wrote 2 words, she studied her butt off, absolute madlad.” Good job!

“The Lurker” this month is @somer-writes, who is, quote: “also most likely to call me by name in the comments - got jump scared by opening a response to a comment and seeing my name.”

“The Clueless One” is affectionately given to @the-au-collector. They forgot the event was even going on, still they got 1,000 words! Congrats!

“Hurt/Comfort enthusiast” goes to @toyouhellowhowareyou. It comes with the note that: “I want everyone to know Serbii was so lovely and nice!”

“Dusk to Dusk (EST)” for @turdofanerd. Also Partner In Crime to Nene.

“Sleepy,” “Four Enjoyer,” and “Turned up ten hours late with Starbucks, except no Starbucks only Vibes” all go to the lovely @undertheopensky who was also jumpscaring people with their very presence. You are loved. Get cherished.

“Yahaha, you found me!” and “Audiophile” were both given to @unexpectedstormy, who is an actual real-life korok it seems. The community loves you, Stormy.

“Twilight Whump Enjoyer,” goes to @wanderlustmagician, and honestly? Who can blame them?

“The Linguist and Architect” is without a doubt @weavingstarlight who “spends more time analyzing maps, weather patterns, and deciphering the various Hylian alphabets then it does actually writing, but the fic quality is so worth it.”

“Beach Day Spirit Bestie” and “The Keeper of Lists” goes @whatvioletdoes-blog. (Cheeto here. I appreciate you so much).

“Of The Life Saving Spreadsheet and Prompt Generator” was bestowed upon @zarvasace and oh, is that deserved. Your prompt generator is beloved by the public. Your spreadsheets are cherished by the team. Mina, your brain is so beautiful. No wonder your fics are so good. 

Thank all of you for participating, we appreciate each and every one of you so so so much! If you find any typos or mistakes in this post—please feel free to contact @hotcheetohatredwastaken or @not-freyja with your concerns here on Tumblr or on Discord!

Again, a big thank you to everyone for coming to the event from all of us on the mod team! Can’t wait to see you guys next month! Next event will be run on September 1st in Eastern Australian time. Stay tuned—there will be more posts with additional information (on this shiny new blog!) about the next event within a couple of weeks!

Last but certainly not least, a huge shout out to the entire event running and moderation team for making this even possible. In no particular order give a big round of applause to: @hotcheetohatredwastaken @not-freyja @a-manicured-lawn @winterfen @rebornofstars @unexpectedstormy @gia-d @weavingstarlight @noorahqar @tashacee @wanderlustmagician @zarvasace

Have a lovely August, and we will see you all in September!

I’m a bit late oopsie

tagged by @appalesbian! Post six sentences of a wip and tag six people

“Oh c’mon Mako, you weren’t worried about them, were you?” Bolin poked at the firebender’s chest with a big grin.

Suddenly defensive, Mako brushed Bolin’s finger away. “No, no. All I was saying is that it’s good we made it out without a scratch. Is that such a bad thing?” Always with the jokes on this ship, he sighed.

“Stand down, Sea Salty,” Opal suddenly called from up in the crow’s nest, and Mako rolled his amber eyes at the nickname while Korra laughed lightly, “Bo’s just poking fun. But I wouldn’t get too ahead of ourselves. The stern actually did get clipped back there.”

Tagging @shadowlinktheshadow and whoever offers themselves up as tribute (no pressure though! Do what you want you can be lawless)

Thank you for the tag, sorry I didn't get to it!!

Favorite Color: Creamsickle Orange

Last Song Played: Daylight by Shinedown

Currently Reading: A multitude of books; Any Way The Wind Blows by Rainbow Rowell, the Warrior Cat book (those are by Erin Hunter) I'm reading to my kids, a dictionary I picked up from the library, and rereading a handful of others

Currently Craving: A vacation

Coffee or Tea? I'm a coffee man myself

@shitposting-puppet , @rrainydaydreams , and anyone else who wants to join

The aim of the game is to answer and then tag some mutuals you wanna know better or catch up with. Tagged by @thriftshop-faith, thank you :3c

Favorite colors: blue, gold, lilac is a pretty good color ngl

Last song played: All Star in Latin

Currently reading: "The Catholic Controversy: A Defense of the Faith" by Saint Francis De Sales

Currently craving: Winter honestly

Coffee or tea: Tea with sugar or honey :)

I tag @furubat @cat-a-holic @fartyrobbins and uhhh @katoprofen

:3c

The Blood We Shed, It Never Dries

His hand cradled the back of his brother's head, gentle and firm and there. He whispered a curse, a prayer, a promise of love. His voice wavered, broke. He began to cry, soft at first and then louder, louder, until he was crying and sobbing and holding his brother like the most precious of treasures, the most holy of all holy things. Cradling him as of he were a child, something sacred, something to be cherished. Should be be cherished? Did he deserve it, after all this time?

His brother certainly seemed to think so, whispering how he was so sorry, he was so, so scared, and how much relief he had felt to see him alive. Alive, alive, alive.

He didn't feel alive. He felt hollow, he felt small. He was small, in his brother's arms. Something fell out of his limp hands as his brother sank to the dusty, bloody ground with him in his grasp. He didn't look at it, it didn't seem to matter. Was he alive? Did he deserve to be?

He blinked slowly, hearing his brother's sobbing through water. His head hurt. He was thirsty. He wanted to cry, but he was too tired. He wanted to wrap his arms around his brother, this man, this simple, loving, amazing man who was larger than life, who was his rock, his shelter, his home. But his arms were too small, made of lead. He couldn't even lift his head.

Was his breath getting shorter? Or was he just tired? Was it evening into sleep, or was he dying? He couldn't tell, and that made him panic. His breath sped. Good, not dying.

But once it sped, it didn't slow. His brother gave him a worried look, then a soft call of his name. A firmer hug. His breath continued to speed, gasping like a fish out of water. Maybe he was dying. Maybe this was it. Why when he realized it, was there such a profound fear? Did his friends feel this fear when they died? His eyesight was blurry- ah, there were the tears he'd been too tired to cry.

" ... 'M dyin'." He slurred quietly, chest shuddering- was it with final breaths, or sobs?

"Oh, honey. You're not dying." His brother said, with a teary laugh. "Not dying at all. You had me convinced you were going to, but you didn't. You're safe and sound right here."

He looked to the side, and could catch a glimpse of blood and a limb and someone's face, a bandanna, a boomerang, an eye - before his face was gently directed away and back to his brother's chest, holding him there, caging protecting him.

"Who-?" He croaked, bringing hands up to grasp at his brother, his rock, his lifeline. His parent.

"No one you know. Not one of us. Not Tune, not me. Not Tune, not anyone you need to worry yourself with." Names. Oh, those existed. Kokiri didn't bother with names, they only had them when Link was there.

He wasn't Kokiri anymore. And he wasn't Link.

"... T'ne's 's safe?" Mask slurred, blinking slowly, grasping a little less tight at the Captain's shirt. One hand lost its grip and fell, before Mask sluggishly tried to get it back up and latched onto the Captain again.

"He's safe." His brother easy lied, keeping this child, his child, his brother, his son, in the sweet and blissful dark. Mask didn't need to see the Sailor yet. No one did. No one would see this field but Mask and Captain Link, Mask made sure of that.

"Good." Mask whispered, eyes fluttering. He was so, so sleepy. For once, he didn't snap at the Captain for holding him so dearly. He was tired. It felt nice. Tune was safe. Where was he?

"T'ne?? Tune?" Mask whispered, mouth full of cotton, as he tried calling for his brother. Wars gave him a sad look, with both joy and grief in his eyes. Who was the joy for, and more importantly, who was the grief for? "Shhhh, dear. He won't answer right now."

Mask shuddered. There was something the Captain wasn't telling him, wasn't there. He knew that look, that crinkle in his brow. He could see early gray hairs at his right temple, and he reached to touch. His hand was covered in blood. Was it his own???

Mask startled and pulled his hand back, leaving a very small, bloody handprint on the Captain's face. He was about to whisper an apology, but Captain Link cut him off. "Shhh, shh. Shh. It's not yours, it's not mine. I've got you. How about you take a nap, hmm? I'll get you all washed up and you can sleep?"

Sleep sounded phenomenal. But there was a part of the Captain missing, it was clear. Maybe multiple parts. At least a single visible one.

"... Sc'rf?" Mask fingered the edge of Captain Link's collar, leaving blood there. "You wouldn't want to see it now. All dirty. I'll get it cleaned."

"Mom?" Mask whispered, sniffling. "Wh'r's T'ne?" He wanted his brother. Tune's hands were warm and his hair smelled like salt and his eyes were sea green. Captain's were cold, too big, gripping tight, as if afraid Mask would disappear. Tune would know what to say.

"Don't worry, honey. Just sleep, okay? Just take a nap. We can worry about it later." Treating it as if it were another bloody spot on his tunic. Mask wanted to ask more, wanted to cry, to call out for Tune again... but his eyes closed. "L've you Mom." He whispered quietly, not noticing the way The Captain looked over the destruction before him. "I love you too, Mask. Get some sleep."

The Captain laid his son, his brother, his kid down on the dusty ground and moved to his other one. The one that wasn't moving, and wouldn't. Only sixteen. A giant scarf draped over him, like a burial shroud. Warriors held a limp hand, the only part of his other kid he could bear to look at.

"I'm so, so sorry, Tune. So sorry. I love you. Mask loves you, and he's sorry. He won't know how you died. Only I will. And I'm sorry for that. But he doesn't need to kill himself to attempt to make it right. I can't lose both of you. Losing you is hell enough. I love you." And he kissed the place where Tune's forehead was supposed to be, covered by bloody cloth.

Link went back to his currently sleeping child, hands curled up, only nine, unaware of the grief and destruction around him. Link stepped on the cursed, bloody, wooden mask as he went by, cracking it clean in two and then picking up his child. It wasn't Mask's fault. It was his namesake's.

He didn't hear the god scream in pain from it's vessel being broken. Mask curled up tighter in Link's arms and started to whine, covering his ears. He could hear. Link helped cover them.

Then he carried him home.

fin.

WHAT THE FUCK DID I JUST READ 😭😭😭😭😭 /SO VERY POSITIVE

For @elle-rosewater and @1-renegade because they’re 4 and 6 in, and also doofuses. 100% deranged crack fic.

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It was an uneventful watch, until it wasn’t. Sky was entirely unprepared when Time lurched awake with gasp.

“My baby,” Time croaked, clutching at his abdomen with shaking hands, sweat dripping down his face. “No, no.”

“Baby?” Sky asked with a start, thoughts jumping to Malon. “You have a baby?”

“They took her,” Time answered, gaze haunted and intense. “I couldn’t fight them all. I tried, but—”

“They took—” Sky did a double-take, trying to come to terms with this jarring new information. Time had a daughter? A baby girl? Why hadn’t he said anything? “Who took her? Maybe we can help!”

“The aliens,” Time muttered, running a hand through his hair and down his forehead. The campfire cast eerie shadows across his face.

“Aliens,” Sky repeated.

“Aliens.”

“Like… aliens?”

“Aliens,” Time confirmed. He gestured with both hands like that might help. “Lights on their foreheads. Wanted my milk.”

“Your milk?” Sky questioned, glancing around to see if any of the others had woken. To his surprise, they all continued to sleep, entirely oblivious.

“Lactation,” Time answered decisively.

“Lac—what?” Sky couldn’t seem to close his mouth.

“It was an ectopic pregnancy,” Time told him sadly.

“Malon’s?”

“No. Mine.”

Sky couldn’t help it; he cast a quick glance up and down Time’s midriff. “…what.”

“She was half-alien, I think,” Time told him him seriously.

Sky clapped his hands together in front of his own face. “What the fuck? What the fuck.”

Time nodded. His gaze went far away. “The weirdest fuck.”

Sky wondered if this world’s Hyrule had a mental health counselor. He had exactly 4.2 seconds to wonder before Warriors suddenly shrieked and leapt up from his bedroll like it was trying to kill him. This time, the others woke.

“Wha—Wha’s hap’nin’?” Twilight slurred, jumping up with one pec completely exposed by his loose sleep shirt.

“My TEETH,” Warriors declared in anguish.

“What’s wrong with his teeth?” Wind asked loudly. When nobody answered immediately, he asked again, even louder, “WHAT’S WRONG WITH HIS TEETH?”

“They dissolved,” Warriors moaned in dismay.

“Did he just say his teeth dissolved?” Four asked skeptically.

“Whoa, hey,” Sky began, the only one who was truly awake, “let’s all calm down. I think you both had nightmares.”

“Both?” Legend asked, bewildered.

“It was an ectopic pregnancy,” Time announced solemnly. “I couldn’t support an alien life.”

The crickets counted six seconds. Then the camp blew up.

“Time was PREGNANT?” Wind shrieked, just as Hyrule tripped over his own blanket in an effort to examine Warriors’s mouth. And in doing so, Hyrule fell face first on one of Wild’s cast iron skillets, effectively cracking a tooth and busting his lip. A chunk of incisor flew through the air and smacked Warriors on the head.

“Not again!” Warriors cried, making a run for it. “I can’t be gummy! I can’t!”

“No, wait,” Sky called, but it was too late—Warriors was gone.

“What the HELL is happening?” Legend demanded.

The end.

SOAP WHEN WE GET YOU /pos

Anyway hi thank you for making me suffer💜

All in a days work >:]

Don't worry I've got more suffering with this AU I'm working on (because I've suddenly decided to make an AU and holy shit my brain)