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I go by Rose or Riddle (she/her). I'll post and reblog anything from meta analyses & writing resources to some of my own drabbles & fics. Any important/relevant tags are listed here alongside the headers.

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#riddel's rambles

Meta Analyses, References & Resources

Linked Universe LU Combat Guides Part 1 & Part 2 -> (Part 1 last updated 2 May 2025. Part 2 last updated 3 May 2025)

BOTW/LU Wild Meta Analyses (#botw combat mechanics meta) How Wild's magic affects his weapons Wild's magic in-depth explanation: OG post & follow up info

A list of AO3 fics and short stories posted to tumblr can be found below the keep reading line.

And omg?? 😭 OF COURSE you can put my poem on the dedication page! I would be so, so honored, and I can’t even properly express how much it means to me that you’d ask and that you’d consider including something I wrote in something so personal and meaningful to you? That's such a huge compliment, thank you so much and I'm really glad this was so special for you ❤️

Thank you for your permission, and thank you for your poem. I'm not joking when I say I have it printed out on my table and it tears me up whenever I read it.

I'm not planning on spamming you, this is the last time I swear, but I made you a poem! ^_^ I'm not much of a writer, but your Sins of the Father story inspired me to write a poem based off of it. So here it is!

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The burden of old mistakes is not something you chose to bear, Yet somehow their heavy shadow seems to linger everywhere. Through blood and shadow, pain and plight, You search for truth in the endless night.

The past is a wound that refuses to close, no matter how much time has passed, A legacy of sorrow and brokenness that was never truly built to last. A father’s faults, a hunter’s guilt, A fragile world on which they’re built.

You walk where silence and danger meet, With fear like stone beneath your feet. A ruined path, a broken name, And every choice is touched by blame.

The dark may wear a trusted face when it comes to stand so near, And grief may poison love and grace until they vanish into fear. It twists what is gentle, and leaves the world unclear, Until even hope begins to disappear.

Yet in your chest, though hope is faint and difficult to hold, There still remains a stubborn strength that refuses to grow cold. For though you break and though you bleed, You will not let the darkness feed.

The ghosts beside you do not sleep, and they will not drift away, They guard the soul you struggle to keep, no matter what the shadows say. Their voices steady, fierce, and true, Remind you what you still must do.

So let the past roar cold and loud, and let sorrow gather like a cloud, You will stand through all that’s torn, and carry on what you were born.

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Also, please don't feel like you have to respond! I just want to show support is my own little way, so I hope you enjoyed!

Anon, extremely seriously, I am in tears right now. I am going to print this poem out and hug it. or something, I don't know yet. But oh my god.

Thank you. I know I just said this in the other post lol, but seriously, thank you, I love it.

I have a small request about this poem. And you are free to say no if it makes you uncomfortable. I'm working on formatting Sins so I can try to book bind it and I would like to ask if it's okay to use this poem on the dedication page. It isn't something I'm going to sell, so the only people who will see that version of the fic is me and a few close friends who are interested in binding the fic too, but if you're all right with this, may I use the poem there?

Even if not, thank you so much for this. I'm really not kidding about tearing up, this means so much and I'm really touched that Sins inspired this 💖

One of the things I love most about your writing is your take on Wild. There are a lot of wrong interpretations of him in the fandom, but your characterization of Wild is capable, thoughtful, intelligent… You're not reducing him down to a ‘stupid forest gremlin man’ or a 'chaotic feral arsonist', and I really really love that.

You put so much care and thought and characterization into every single member of the Chain, it's amazing.

I've also always enjoyed your meta analyses and guides. Even when I don't necessarily have anything to add, I like reading them bc they make me think about the characters in ways I hadn't before and they're really well thought out! It's very obvious how much thought and care you put into understanding them.

Anyway, I'm repeating myself now. But I just wanted to say thank you for everything you've shared with the fandom. Your work, your characterizations, and your obvious love for these characters have made my experience of this fandom better, so thank you.

This came at a time where I honestly really needed to hear it. Thank you, Anon.

I'm really happy to hear my version of Wild and the Chain resonate with you. I think those versions are something I wanted to read when I started getting into this fandom. They were out there, and encountering versions that didn't jive with me but were still so filled with life and care from each and every writer was really inspiring for me to try and create my own.

Down weeks are hard. I'd like to say I'm getting better at managing them, but really I'm just jumping from validation point to validation point, hoping something sticks.

My brain moves too fast. Every time I try to talk myself out of a spiral, it talks itself right back in it. Im tired. I wanted things to be better now that my life has straightened out again and I've carved out a little place where I belong, but I hate all the ways this changed me.

I feel like everything now is a constant game of earning. Whatever I put out earns me the response I get. If I'm good enough or I do good enough or write good enough, then that's the ticket. Everything works out and it feels like I've done enough. But I'm never "good enough". I keep trying and trying to reach that ledge, whatever it is, but it always feels like I've fallen short. What a strange way to allow my perfectionism and RSD to mix. It takes so much fun out of doing this sometimes.

I find myself asking what's wrong with me, what didn't I do? What made me not worth it? The answer is there's nothing wrong with me, I know this objectively. But when you keep trying and trying and trying bc maybe one day the energy will be reciprocated without question, it does stuff to your head. I really hoped that I'd write something those friends would care enough about to give back the same energy I gave them. I was never good enough.

It does something to you, that loop. It hurts. It makes you ask why aren't I worth the effort? The time?

Why am I never enough? I used to get told I was, that I was someone they cared about a lot, but that was never what I read in their actions. Their absences.

I know I'm finally on the path to one day leaving this behind me. One day, I will do what I used to and be disheartened bc maybe fandom trends aren't aligning with what I want at the moment. The pain will be brief but it won't drown me bc it won't feel like I've failed to reach a standard I'm held too unconsciously, a standard no one ever told me the definition of.