More miscellaneous LU Zombie AU headcanons!!

Based off of these guys, from this fic! I’m never going to stop yapping about them lmao

I'm so normal about them :)

I give Wars Older Sibling feels

Warriors experiences what I like to dub the Older Sibling Panic, inspired by the time my idiot little sister decided to vanish for an afternoon at the beach and make me genuinely believe she was dead. Jk love you lil sis....

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Splash!

Wars sighed, leaning heavily into the shifting sands behind his back and letting the warmth of the sun melt his face into a smile. It was nice, for once, to just… get away. Hylia knows they’d earned it, given the absolute shitshow the last couple of days in Wild’s Hyrule had been, and Wars had to admit that as much as he’d been pushing for them to keep moving, a day at the beach was just what they all needed. They might’ve been heroes at heart, but they were still men in flesh. Or, in some cases, boys.

And as hostile as Wild’s Hyrule was, the beaches were stunning. 

Just as the Captain had been about to doze off, he felt his ear twitch to the familiar giggle of one of his brothers, barely inches from his face. It was all the warning he was given before a large bucket of sand was promptly dumped above his head and he had to roll wildly to the side to avoid it, the perpetrators cackling like madmen when he wasn’t able to avoid his hair getting caught in the deluge. 

Warriors gritted his teeth, drawing a deep breath. Of course, the downside of relaxing anywhere near those hooligans would always be their incurable hunger for mischief; it seemed to be as much a part of being a young Link as the hero’s spirit that held them all together. Heck, even Wars himself had been a prankster when young, though the army had rather weaseled it out of him the moment he’d enlisted.

“Wild,” he hissed, having located both the giggle and the cackling to that particular prankster. The familiar mutter of ‘oh, shit,’ followed by footsteps running away rather backed up his guess. 

Wars held back a laugh and jumped from the ground, finally opening his eyes to see both Wild and Legend sprinting away from him at the speed of light, Legend loudly cursing his lack of pegasus boots. He took one moment to shake out his hair before chasing promptly after them with malice, easily outdoing both of their paces due to his long-legged advantage. The Veteran squawked as he was picked up by the back of his tunic and tossed into a nearby sandbank, screaming at Wild to ‘keep running, Nayru damnit!’

Barely moments later, the Champion suffered the same fate as his mischief companion.

“Now that is what you get for interrupting my nap,” the Captain declared, smirking. The glare he received from Legend could’ve withered sunshine. “And for touching my hair, too, whilst we’re at it. Do you have any idea how difficult it is to get coarse grains out of hair?”

“Yeah, I do, pretty boy.” Legend shook out his hat, watching as a comical amount of sand cascaded from the fabric. “Some of us have been through sand dungeons, unlike you.”

“Wait, you guys have to shake the sand out of your hair? It just kinda falls out of mine,” Wild added jovially. Wars shared a look with Legend– both knew that whatever sand became stuck in Wild’s hair likely never left. At least, not until his next bath…

“Hey, Wind!” All three heroes turned to see Hyrule running up the length of the beach towards them, his sleeves and trousers both rolled up past his knees and elbows and both absolutely soaked in seawater. He was waving something above his head, something small, red, and definitely moving. “Wind, I found one! Hang on, guys, where’s Wind?”

Warriors frowned. Now that he was thinking about it, he hadn’t heard the Sailor’s voice for a while, which given how loud he tended to get when excited was quite an achievement. A small pang of worry flickered through the Captain’s chest, but he pushed it down. There had to be a better explanation.

“He said he was going over to see Four, remember?” mused Legend, continuing to fuss with his hat, clearly in no way concerned. “You were with us when he said it, Rule.”

Hyrule shook his head. “Yeah, but he’s not.”

Three pairs of eyes darted to the Traveler’s face. Wild cocked his head, squinting dangerously at Hyrule. “What do you mean, ‘he’s not’?”

“He’s not with Four.” They followed the Traveler’s gaze as he pointed towards the far end of the beach, where Time, Twilight, Sky and Four had all been taking shelter beneath the shade of the nearby cliff. Sure enough, though the four silhouettes were small with distance, it was clear to see that there was a distinct lack of a fifth figure, particularly a small, blue-clad, blonde haired one. “I came to you guys because I thought he must not have left yet.”

“But-but we saw him leave ages ago?” Legend exclaimed, and it was at that exact moment that Warriors felt the real terror set in. If Wind had left a long time ago, and yet hadn’t reached his destination or been heard from since…

“Search the area,” Warriors declared, feeling himself tense as his own voice sounded far too Captain-like to his ears. “Legend, search the seas, the kid’s a swimmer. Hyrule, Wild, head towards the Old man and the others, ask if they’ve heard anything. I’ll go look along the other end of the beach. Holler if you find him.”

The colour drained from the Veteran’s face, turning the already pale skin a ghostly white. “You really think it’s that serious?”

“We can’t be too careful, you all know how dangerous it is to go alone. I’m sure we’ll find him quickly, and then scold him for running off, but the longer we leave it the higher the risk gets. Is everyone clear with the plan?”

Three terse nods echoed back at him.

“Good. Then I’ll see you all soon.”

Needless to say, the Captain’s confidence slipped fast from his fingers, running out as quickly as as easily as the sands of the hourglass that had been flipped the moment Warriors had heard of his brother’s absence. If he’d been worried at the start, then after an hour's search with no luck he was practically distraught; everywhere he looked he seemed to see blue, a white lobster pattern stained with blood, and every howl of the breeze against the rocks was a howl of the Sailor in pain. Logically, Warriors knew that Wind was capable in a fight, but every instinct in his body was screaming that this was the day his little brother died, that this was the day that every happy moment he’d built with his newfound brothers came crashing down and shattered his aching heart once more.

“Any sign?” he called to Legend, where the teen was still scouring the water in merform aimlessly. The Veteran returned his yell with a shake of his head. 

“Nothing out here. At least… nothing on the surface…”

The thought doused Warriors in ice, froze him right where he stood. Wind could swim, but he couldn’t dive… oh Hylia, what if he’d swum out too far? What if he’d gotten caught on the rocks?

Warriors opened his mouth to speak, and what came out terrified him more than anything his brain had come up with yet. 

“Search the seafloor. Check behind the rockpools, behind the cliffs. Anywhere a-”

Anywhere a body could get caught.

Legend’s eyes were wide when he broke off. Within them, Wars could see a long-concealed fear reemerge. 

“R-right,” he croaked, voice swallowed by the gentle roar of the waves, before diving back below the surface.

And Warriors… Warriors stood. Had he really just asked his brother to search for the body of their other brother…?

The answer was yes, yes he had. But they didn’t have time for him to freeze up like this, he had to keep looking, had to move on like his entire world view hadn’t just been flipped upside down.

Snapping himself out of it as fast as he’d been absorbed, Warriors resumed his search, jogging along the coastline until he reached a cliff, jutting out from the hills behind to split the beach into two. Waves crashed up against the rocky surface, churning in froth thick enough to hide whatever lurked beneath the surface. Wars couldn’t swim, hadn’t ever been taught, but there was no other way onwards- he’d have to go around. Wind could be on the other side, after all, he could be beneath that very cliff, and there was no way in Hylia that he was about to give up the chance to save his little brother’s life for something as stupid as not being able to swim.

Warriors had already made it waist deep into the surf before the yell caught up to him.

“CAPTAIN! Captain, wait!”

Warriors swivelled where he stood, ignoring how his boots held him down in their waterlogged state, his eyes locking quickly onto a small blonde figure with a smile that could rival sunshine, and a choked gasp wrenched itself from his throat.

It was Wind. Wind, alive. Safe. And by the look of his attire, uninjured, too.

A weight that Warriors didn’t realise he was holding suddenly dropped into his chest, and he was finally able to breathe. Thank the goddesses, his brother was safe, he was safe and alive, and their day wasn’t ruined, and he wouldn’t have to hold the kid’s small body and feel it grow cold.

Wars opened his mouth to call back, to tell Wind just how much he loved him and that he’d never let him out of his sight again, but the build up of adrenaline suddenly hit him in a wash of numbness and what finally came out of his mouth was an enraged, booming yell.

“Hero of Winds!”

The Sailor froze where he’d been running to meet with Wars, and his smile melted instantly when he saw the Captain striding from the waves with a face like thunder. 

“Explain to me, if you please, exactly why you thought it would be a good idea to vanish without a trace for half an afternoon?!”

Wind fought the urge to turn and run from the imposing figure storming its way towards him. “I… uh, I didn’t mean to, but I got distracted, and there was this really cool seagull-”

Warriors threw his arms around the boy without hesitation, and suddenly all the anger that had previously been stored in his body seemed to flood from him like the water from his boots. He held his brother close, clutching him tightly, hoping never to have to let him go again.

Wind gave a relieved sigh, grinning as he hugged his older brother back. “I’m okay. Sorry I scared you, Captain…”

“...it’s fine.” Warriors sniffed, pulling back harshly. He offered the little Sailor a pointed smile. “You’ll have to be the one to tell Legend to stop searching the seabed for your body, after all.”

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@mmelete heyyy I wrote it!

LU Zombie Apocalypse AU headcanons

Did some character designs for this fic I’m writing, and thought I might share for the five other Zombie Apocalypse AU lovers lol. God, I wish I could draw.

Sky:

Time:

Twilight:

Wild:

Warriors:

Wind:

Legend:

Hyrule:

Four:

That’s all folks! There’s a little bit more about each of their backstories, however I can’t spill anything else without completely spoiling my fic!! I hope this reaches some of the other Zombie Apocalypse AU lovers, though I doubt there are many of us! <33

idk what you call this. trope????? i guess?? but. yeah. i latched onto it from reading fics bc im predictable

I rest my case.

There's an interesting metaphor in Troy being portrayed as both an awful, irritating guy (accusing people of cheating because they beat him, trying to start rumours about people with "jax shit my pants", treats his only friend like his personal clown) and also excluded by airheart (not allowed in the winner's lounge, bad relationship with his father, etc). He's human trash, both because he fucking sucks, and because he's been discarded.

And then he falls down the literal trash hole, into a world where all trash is valued and important, where it's all sorted and put to use wherever it's strengths are needed. Nothing goes to waste. And presumably here, Troy will find a little group of friends, real friends, who will value him without letting him walk all over them.

One man's trash is another man's treasure

@plant-acts sorry for the long wait lmao but here is your gift for the loz gift exchange :D

just a day at dress rehearsals (with an added spirt cause i love that guy lmao)

tried to be as close to your design as possible so i hope you like it :D

I AM SO NORMAL ABOUT THEM