#cheetowrites

In Wild’s era, it is common etiquette to leave a bite of food on your plate to signal that you’re done and satisfied with your meal—if you finish your whole plate, you obviously are still hungry, and you need another serving. With a group of travelers around a cooking pot on the road (with many of them contributing to the pot as well), it makes sense that everyone should get as much as they want, because the cook will always make an effort to ensure there will be more to go around and lots of leftovers afterwards. The people of Wild’s era pride themselves on fiercely taking care of taking care of one another, even a stranger they’ll never meet again, and to do that they can ensure they have a full belly and a happy heart for the road ahead.

Some of the other heroes (Hyrule, Twilight maybe or Warrior or Wind) instead come from a culture where not finishing one’s plate is extremely, extremely rude and ungrateful. Food is a precious commodity, nevermind hot, just prepared food—to leave a single scrap of food on your plate for any other reason that it was poisoned would be a slap in the face to the cook that has spent so much time and effort to prepare the meal. To deny any offered food would amount to a similar crime.

Anyways. This is how I imagine their first few days going, before they realize they’re having a communication issue:

Wild, tapping away at his Slate: wow, these guys really are hungry! I better up the portions, I was hoping for leftovers but they’re eating enough to feed a group three times their size! I wonder if next time I should… Twilight: (slumped over) wow that new guy sure likes to cook, huh? Wind: Ough *burp* I’m so full.... Warrior: you don’t say? I feel like a pig fattened for the slaughter Hyrule: (face down on the ground in a food coma) ……. ……. …… Time: (hesitantly) you know, you boys can just say no when he offers you another serving… The others, in panicked unison: NO Warrior: (scoffing) Hylia, Time, who raised you?

“Who are you?”

“Who are you? Get off–”

“—I’m sorry, I didn’t—”

“Where am—!”

The lights in the ship flashed on, Twilight blinked in the sudden brightness, and another scream of fear split the air. Swinging elbows, heads of blond hair, orange-clad bodies that scrambled to get away from one another overtook his bleary vision. Then, a whistle split the air, long and shrill and loud, and it all stopped.

"Food,” Time called. The plate clattered down before him, and the sound jarred Twilight of his thoughts. He dragged his eyes upward. His plate before him looked so empty with a single protein bar, an unidentifiable crinkly packet, and a jar of… some sort of paste. It had looked the same in Four’s hands but… it had been more appetizing, then. Twilight looked away. “Not hungry,” he mumbled. The emotion weighing heavy on his chest was no longer grief, or at least he didn’t think so—he was just numb, numb and homesick for a place that he didn’t even remember. It may have been just two days ago, when Four and Sky were both still alive. It may never have existed at all. “Don’t want it.”  “Suit yourself,” Time answered. He sat down, kicked his feet up in what used to be Four’s chair, and took a long, obnoxious sip of his coffee. “We touch down in ten minutes, be ready Twilight pushed his plate away and folded his head into his arms

Just yesterday, a few other LU writers and I, Hot Cheeto Hatred, hosted our first ever monthly (hopefully) Write-a-thon! This event ran on June 4 from 12 am EST to 12 am EST, with one goal in mind---write as many productive words within that day as humanly possible. Words included in the final marathon count ranged from storyboarding, fic writing, editing, answering comments, journalling and homework---basically, any words that furthered yourself, the writing community at large, or your stories. We utilized either the Discord Sprint bot or self-reporting to collect the numbers at the end. Everyone involved gave it their all, with most of them being present for most if not all of the run time as they were able, and I'm so proud of their dedication towards their craft. Anyways, here's the final breakdown of the numbers below, as well as the awards and titles earned by each participant, as decided by the discord server (and myself at random).

Hi, taddy <3. this was not a writing prompt. My brain took it as one. By Hylia this WILL be a oneshot. I... ya'll can check it out on Ao3 if you want here. No warnings for this fic other than my own stupidity.

“Wild.”

“Twilight.”

“Wild.” Twilight pinched the bridge of his nose. “How did you manage this? Why would you even...” He let out a frustrated sound, unable to put the situation in front of them into words. He said at last, defeated, “Why?”

“Be-cause, Twi-light,” Wild sang back happily. A huge grin split his face. “It wasn't hard. Bokoblins aren't that vicious, you just gotta be fast. And look, now it's harmless as a puppy.”

for the write a thon ask game! Lot of questions you don't have to answer them all :P

What is your favorite WIP (published or not)?

What is an unsung WIP of yours you'd like to promote?

What do you like most about your own writing?

What is something you admire in others' writing?

Who is your favorite character to write, and what do you like about how you portray them?

What creator does your favorite portrayal of your favorite character? How do they do that?

Hello! My favorite WIP has gotta be Blood Drops on Roses. My long fic. My baby. She's at 200,000 K (about 60k published) and showing no signs of slowing down. I love Wild and all the little facets of him, and I love that I can use this fic to show how I see him to the community. hmmm. My Linked Universe AU: Lethal Company. It's my least read and also one of my favorites. The basic story is that Twilight wakes up in Lethal Company. But it gets a lot darker than that as he and the rest of the Chain, who show up in varying places in the story, do their best to survive. Fun stuff Hmmm. At this moment, my writing feels like it's stalling a bit, so I'm not quite sure what my favorite things is. I'll dig deep and say that I like my internal character work. Fics of mine like A Fleeting Flight for a Further Fall and BDOR Prologue: A Haircut are probably my best examples for that. I ADORE other people's ability to write a good fight scene. Gripping, fast paced, take your breath away kind of scene, you know? @not-freyja is absolutely stunning when it comes to that. Just read one of their works like This is an Adjuration and you'll see immediately what I mean. Another author that recently blew me away was st0rmy on ao3 @st0rmyskies (?) (I hope this is the right person AND they're not bothered by the tagging HELLO SORRY) with their Home Sweet Home: The Drabbles Collection. I think it was Chapter 9? Anyways, please go check them out they're amazing.

A gift for @a-manicured-lawn

At that moment, Wolfie passed into Legend’s vision, trotting from the treeline up to Wild’s side at the cooking pot. Legend froze, not even the tip of his rabbit’s nose quivering, as the wolf lifted its head and sniffed the air—if he was found, the wolf might consider him a snack, and he’d be torn to pieces before he could flee. The wolf turned right towards him, staring for just a second too long. Legend, tensed to run, cursed his pink fur for its inability to let him blend into the shrubbery. But somehow, the wolf looked over him dully, turned, and departed from Wild’s side and padded back into the undergrowth on the opposite side of camp. Legend wasn’t looking a gift horse in the mouth, nor giving the wolf time to circle around behind him, if he had in fact been spotted. With a quick glance around camp—Time’s head was turning away, Wild was distracting the others with a lift of his spoon—Legend darted forwards on his short bunny legs. He shoved his head into his bag, searching for the moon pearl. Past the fire rod, past the med kit and the— “Well, what are you up to?" Something firm and unyielding clamped around his waist.

Warriors was a paranoid man. It was inevitable, after the War of Eras, where there were constant whispers over his shoulders, knives pointed at his back, poisons in his cup, hands running possessively up and down his skin. He’d had a country to protect, a goddess’ blessing to honor, a royal family’s expectations to meet, and a love-sick sorcerer to defeat, not to mention three kids following him around like ducklings through it all. He’d done his best to shield them from the horrors of war, from the crushing responsibility being thrusted upon their too thin, too young shoulders. He hadn’t quite succeeded, but he’d done his best. So, when Wild starts acting strangely—lashing out at the other heroes, freezing and getting himself hurt in battle, even losing his customary impulsivity to turn secretive and sullen, writing day and night in that little notebook of his—Warriors recognizes the ingredients of budding betrayal. He's willing to do anything to keep the others safe—and willing to do anything to save the young hero from himself. He's even willing to betray another hero's trust.

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