#coa Kaleidoscope

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what DO your Links look like, btw? 👀

- hero-of-the-wolf

@hero-of-the-wolf

I went looking for art of them, realized I didn't have art of all of them, had to add in a few, realized they don't really show their clothes off that well... ehhh. Hopefully this is good enough hehe. Here they are!

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IT’S HIM IT’S MY BOY HE LOOKS SO GOOD you drew this for me??? Oh my gosh I just keep looking at him and squeaking he looks so good aaaaaaa

Thank you so much Mythic, I’m just in a big mess over this jfshffkdh thank you

@skyward-floored 's bad day motivated me to do a thing that I've been meaning to do since the design dropped: draw one of her Links from her Link's Meet au, Courage of Ages. I still remember when the toon link lineup was posted and nearly screamed over this guy in particular (his cape my guy. chef's kiss)

in other words: some Kal for the soul

(feel better love)

[the-darklings]

SANTINOOOO AND V “bite your lip once more, i dare you” 🥺🤩🤠🥰 (ms trying to cope hoping s is still alive)

⤫ prompt: “bite your lip once more, I dare you.”

⤫ pairing: santino d’antonio x v (coa)

⤫ warnings: a bit spicy because it is hour of the wolf

He won’t stop staring at your mouth. 

It takes you years of carefully forged self-control to stop yourself from smirking.

The deafening bass of the nightclub washes over you, strumming through your blood, and you take another slow sip of your drink. Your eyes purposely wander around the dancefloor as well as the booths surrounding it where over the kaleidoscope of colours you can see your friends—family—dancing, laughing and relaxing. Looking at them like this, it’s hard to imagine every single one of you can effortlessly kill a person with your bare hands. 

In your case hands won’t even be necessary. 

Your tongue swipes over the rim of your glass and from the corner of your eye, you see Santino shift in his seat again.

You look good tonight. You know you do. 

Sofia had taken one look at you, at the brilliant red of your mouth, and snorted loudly. “That’s a Blowjob Red if I’ve ever seen one.”  

Ares’ reaction had been no better and Hector had shaken his head and muttered an amused, “Poor bastard, doesn’t know what’s coming for him” under his breath before he drove you to the club.

Santino, with his pristine white Armani suit, looks no less delicious himself. His dark silken shirt is partially unbuttoned, revealing just enough underneath. Teasing you with the curve of his collarbone and that smooth, delightful skin beneath. 

Oh, you have come with a plan and you’ve been executing it to perfection all night. 

Santino had taken one look at you and forgotten about his drink that was halfway to his mouth, staring at you wide-eyed for an entire minute before blinking out of his stupor.

But you’ve kept your distance. Barely exchanging a few words with him, dancing with everyone but him all night, nibbling on your bottom lip, purposely brushing against him, touching his thigh or arm, laughing and leaning into his side. All fleeting, tiny seconds and all deliberately spaced out to drive him wild. And they have. You could see and feel his chipping self-control. Especially after your last little display.

He had watched your every dance, never once taking his eyes away from you. Practically devouring you despite the distance. Sofia and Hector—two beloved assholes who you hate to love and love to hate—have been more than ready to put on a show, always eager to see Santino squirm. Hand in hand, hip-to-hip, the three of you had been a sight that has turned many heads. 

Sitting opposite to him now, you feel like he’s seconds away from shattering the whiskey glass in his hand. His death grip on it is so damn amusing. Such an arrogant man but god do you get under his skin just so.  

“You okay, Santi?” you call out with an innocent little smile, leaning your chin in your open palm. You blink, too; for added effect. This is probably the most fun you’ve had in ages. You want to savour every second of it. Besides if his shallow breaths and the hooded, dark stare are anything to go by the rest of your night is going to be fun. “Whatever did that poor glass ever do to you, grumpy?”

He doesn’t answer.

The amount of effort it takes to stop yourself from laughing out loud causes you to softly bite on your lip instead. The Italian’s stare slides downwards painfully slow. He lingers on that sinful red, on the slight, sensuous curl of your mouth. You release it carefully under his suffocating scrutiny, let your teeth scrape against it deliberately, and his gaze consumes you. 

“Bite your lips once more,” he growls, his voice gravel and a shiver crawls down your spine at his tone. “I dare you, (Name).”

“You mean,” you whisper lightly. “Like this?”

You bite your lip again, slower, your tongue swiping over the flesh and you smother a grin. 

The glass slams on the table loudly and Santino rises sharply, rounding the table. “Come with me.”

You blink. “Right now?”

“(Name).”

You rise smoothly and his arm locks around yours immediately, leading the way. He pushes past everyone, unconcerned, and you try to control your knowing expression. His hand on yours feels large and familiar, and you both barely manage to round a darkened nook of the club before he slams you against the wall. His mouth is on yours at once and he swallows your appreciative gasp, his other hand holding you tightly by the back of your neck. 

“All night,” he breathes hotly against your mouth and pushes you harder against the wall, his fingers releasing your neck and snapping to your bare thigh instead, sinking deep before he drags his hand up your hip and waist. “All fucking night, amore. Did you have fun, hm? Playing your little games with others? Driving me insane with that dress and that mouth of yours. Did you, bella?”

He exhales the last question right into you ear and you arch against him, tugging on his hair, reaching for the corner of his mouth with your own. He pulls back with a rumble from deep in his chest before your mouths can touch and you grin. “Oh, darling, that was just an appetiser though,” you muse teasingly and tug him closer by the hair, baring your teeth. “You’re my main course, Santi. I may play but it’s only you.”  

Hidden by the shadows you can only see a sliver of his features but his pupils are blown so wide that the dark has almost devoured the green. You meet halfway, tangled in each other, and this time you let him hear the soft moan and delight at his own barely controlled groan. His hips press against yours and you gasp at the hardness already there humming in delight. 

“Someone’s eager,” you point out with a smug grin. “You’re going to fuck me right here, Santi? Is that it?”

He grabs your jaw, tilting your head slightly before shaking his head. “No, amore,” he divulges lowly, ghosting his lips over your own, his other hand roughly dragging over your body, making your lower stomach flutter. He knows exactly where to touch to turn you into this. “I plan to fuck you in our bed. Where I can enjoy you fully. Your pleasure is mine, (Name). You know I don’t like sharing, cara mia.”

“If I’m able to walk tomorrow, I’m going to complain.”

His fingers flex around your jaw and his thumb flutters over the corner of your mouth. Despite his raw desire, the motion is gentle and you notice red now staining the pad of his finger. He leans into you, hovering, and you shift—restless, eager to have him close again—but he doesn’t move.

“After your little show, hmm, after that,” he begins tightly and ghosts his lips over yours again, once, before grabbing your lower lip between his teeth. Your eyes flutter shut and you get lost in the familiar heat of him all around you. Your own dangerous cacoon of safety. “You’re not leaving that bed for at least a day, bella.”        

[bubblegumfae]

OC Meme

tagged by @da4protag, gonna do this for my DnD fighter Zizi, whose campaign just ended! :D

She’s a Winged Teifling street rat whose training as a paladin was cut short, but boy oh boy did she retain and improve on the martial skills

meme below the cut! tagging anyone who sees this and is interested in doing it themselves

— LIGHT SOURCES

SUN RAYS. effervescent smiles, dandelion puffs, bare feet, beach waves, flowers pressed into books, champagne glasses, rose-gold eye shadow, boho skirts, wire-rimmed glasses, hair in loose waves, kaleidoscope eyes, sunshine in your hair, fire in your soul.

INCANDESCENT BULBS. crop tops, floral print, dancing in the rain, quiet defiance, hand-knit beanies, rosé, painted bookmarks, marble floors, cirrus clouds against a blue sky, polaroid pictures, hands held, fingers intertwined, flower crowns, baby bluebirds.

STARDUST. lace bralettes, brisk breezes, jasmine-scented perfume, books with yellowed pages, tracking constellations, sterling silver, violin music, chess games, iced coffee, glittery dresses, high heels, secret grins, midnight meetings, wishing upon a star.

CANDLE FLAMES. denim jackets, gladiator sandals, braided hair, messenger bags, movies at the cinema, stolen kisses, wax-sealed envelopes, haiku poetry, cherry wood, succulents, fountain pens, jigsaw puzzles, soft tired eyes, hidden smiles, cuddling with someone you trust.

MOONBEAMS. newspapers, over-sized sweaters, dancing shadows, fleece throws, cutoff shorts, piano chords, red wine, messy buns, embossed journals, a hint of blush dusted across your cheeks, freshly fallen snow, tranquil solitude, burning incense, light hair and dark skin.

AURORAS. combat boots, burgundy lips, infectious laughter, spiral-bound notebooks, pencils used down to the stub, ripped jeans, painted nails, cloud-watching, summer thunderstorms, hiking trails, vinyl records, film cameras, skating on a frozen lake, hot chocolate by the fire.

FIREWORKS. dancing until the break of dawn, heelys, being wheeled around in a shopping cart by your best friend, the euphoria of soaring through the air, being excited for what the future holds, group hugs, colorful tattoos, bronzer-highlighted cheeks, hugging a stuffed animal, lifting a child onto your shoulders, space buns, bright streaks in your hair.

— BODY LANGUAGE

DEFENSIVENESS. arms crossed on chest, crossing legs, fist-like gestures, pointing index finger, karate chops, stiffening of shoulders, tense posture, curling of lip, baring of teeth.

REFLECTIVE. hand-to-face gestures, head tilted, stroking chin, peering over glasses, taking glasses off; cleaning, putting earpiece of glasses in mouth, pipe smoker gestures, putting hand to bridge of nose, pursed lips, knitted brows.

SUSPICION. arms crossed, sideways glance, touching or rubbing nose, rubbing eyes, hands resting on weapon, brows raising, lips pressing into a thin line, strict, unwavering eye contact, wrinkling of nose, narrowed eyes.

CONFIDENCE. hands behind back, hands on lapels of coat, steepled hands, baring teeth in a grin, rolling shoulders, tipping head back but maintaining eye contact, chest puffed up, shoulders back, arms folded just above navel, wide eyes, standing akimbo.

INSECURITY & ANXIETY. chewing pen or pencil, rubbing thumb over opposite thumb, biting fingernails, biting lips, hands in pockets, elbow bent, closed gestures, clearing throat, “whew” sound, picking or pinching flesh, fidgeting in chair, hand covering mouth whilst speaking, poor eye contact, tugging pants whilst seated, jingling money in pockets, tugging at ear, perspiring hands, playing with hair, swaying, playing with pointer; marker; cane, smacking lips, sighing, rocking on balls of feet, flexing or cracking fingers sporadically, leg bouncing.

ANGER & FRUSTRATION. short breaths, “tsk” sounds, tightly-clenched hands, fist-like gestures, pointing index finger, rubbing hand through hair, rubbing back of neck, snarling, revealing teeth, grimacing, sharp-eye glowers, notable tension in brow, shoulders back, head up; defensive posturing, clenching of jaw, grinding teeth, nostrils flaring, heavy exhales.

— SENSES

SIGHT. small towns, big cities, six thirty curfews, lights that take the place of stars, blanket nests, light through the blinds as a wake up call, found family, finding a single star in the middle of new york city, window shopping, watching something terrible and enjoying it, growing numb to the sight of injustice, wilted flowers, faded caricatures, bright, bold colors.

HEARING. crickets and lightning bugs, car engines and a.c. units, a phone call to mum/dad, laughing with friends, jokes that are so bad you have to laugh, the clicking of computer keys, noise cancelling headphones, the sound of silence, muffled music from another room, drumming fingertips on a table, clicking of pens, listening to a clock and swearing the ticks get slower, ringing in the ears, the voice of someone you love, pitch shifted songs.

TOUCH. being held close during a long night, fleeting reassurances, holding hands when you’re scared, brushing fingers through strands of hair, freshly dried clothes, bruises on your knuckles, silk and satin, your favorite pet’s fur or feather, wringing your hands anxiously, snuggles, comforters in the dead of winter, nails against skin, cold metal, leather in summer.

TASTE. coffee in the morning, tea in the evening, bubblegum that lost its flavor, alcohol burning the back of your throat, homemade cooking no matter what’s made, blood in your mouth, stale air, mint, fresh vegetables, that processed taste of citrus candy, the first meal you cook by yourself that tastes good, foreign sweets, fast food, bittersweet, sour, spicy, sweet, bitter, too much salt on fries.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/39202845/chapters/125437663

Another chapter added to my oneshot collection of Links and Zeldas and their varying relationships and struggles after their games :)

This time it’s Four Swords... no not Four Swords adventures, just four swords... no fsa manga stuff, I already did a chapter on that... just four swords, that’s all.

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7, 11, and 15 for the ask game?

7. What's the weirdest thing (character) has done/ would do?

You didn't specify so random Link again... Hibiscus! (the Link from alttp, oos/ooa and la).

The weirdest thing he's done? That's a very long list of experiences to sort through XD Having an entire adventure be a dream was certainly up there though, as was repeatedly traveling back and forth between the past and the present-day. The current multiple-versions-of-yourself-time-traveling-disaster is probably one of the weirdest though. Meeting his successors is weird.

11. What's (character)'s opinion on their Zelda?

Randomly picked a Link again... Kaleidoscope! (Link from plain-old four swords).

Kal is really close with his Zelda, he's her best friend, and they've known each other since they were little. He respects her a great deal, and knows she's going to be an excellent ruler when she's a little older, but he also worries about her a lot ever since the whole Vaati mess. Once got into a bar fight on her account.

Answered 15 here!

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Febuwhump day 20 - knife wound

IT’S DONE PHEW. I wasn’t sure I was going to make it before bed hah. Started as a prelude to yesterday’s, but it’s sort of it’s own thing now idk. I think it kinda still fits with it though.

Injury/blood warning again, but it’s not really graphic :)

Era is hyrule Warriors Link, and Kaleidoscope is four swords Link.

Courage of ages explanation

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A knife between the ribs wasn’t really how Era preferred to start the day, but honestly? He’d had worse mornings.

At least he’d gotten to eat breakfast.

He reeled backwards as the knife stuck in his side, hearing panicked shouts as the sudden monster who’d stabbed him let out a screeching laugh. The clearing where they’d been packing up exploded into chaos as the monster yanked its weapon back, sending Era reeling.

Someone jumped after the monster with a cry, and Era tried to grab his sword in order to help, but his legs went suddenly weak, and he slid down to his knees. He could feel blood starting to soak through his tunic, and he pressed a hand tightly to his side, trying to breathe evenly as he valiantly tried to stay upright.

He was no stranger to knife wounds, but that didn’t mean they hurt any less.

Someone ran towards him, cape swishing, and Era dazedly looked up at Kaleidoscope, who was reaching for his side where the blood was thickest.

“Are you all right?” he asked with wide eyes, and Era managed a grin.

“‘Course. This is a normal Tuesday for me,” he chuckled, then winced, the action making his side sting. “I’ll live. Got a p-potion?”

Kaleidoscope winced. “A little. Not really enough for something like this. Let me see how deep it is, and then—”

Kaleidoscope had reached for his tunic as he spoke, but Era flinched backwards, batting his hand away without even thinking. Kaleidoscope raised a confused eyebrow, but Era just put his hands back over his injury, and didn’t meet his eyes.

“I’ll do it myself,” Era bit out, voice shaking despite his best efforts. “Go see if y-you can find another potion or something.”

“Era, I am not going to leave you to treat your own stab wound,” Kaleidoscope said flatly. “If nothing else we need to clean it, and the angle is all wrong for you to do it yourself.”

He reached out again, but Era flinched, curling away from him.

“I can do it myself,” he gritted out, sweat starting to drip down his face.

Kaleidoscope stared at him then, watching how he shied away, hands held protectively over his side. Era steadily met his multicolored eyes, daring him to say something, but Kaleidoscope merely sighed.

“Era... someone has to patch you up, and everyone else is fighting,” he said calmly. “I know you’d prefer not being touched, but it’s that or bleed out. And I’d hate tell your Zelda that her moronic hero died from a little stab wound because he wouldn’t accept help.”

“There’s no such thing as a ‘little’ stab wound,” Era muttered, and Kaleidoscope smiled.

“Exactly why I need to help you.”

Era looked at him for a moment, common sense warring with an unpleasant worm of fear inside of him. He knew Kaleidoscope wasn’t going to hurt him. He knew his touch wouldn’t do anything but help and heal, but the paranoid part of him was absolutely panicking at the idea of an unfamiliar hand on his bare skin.

The list of people allowed to do that under normal circumstances was very short.

A wave of pain rippled up his side, and Era closed his eyes, sucking in a calming breath before giving Kaleidoscope a terse nod. It’ll be fine. He’s not going to hurt you.

“Get it over with,” he said in a strained voice, and Kaleidoscope nodded in return.

“All right.”

Kaleidoscope handed him a potion, the bottle only half-full, and Era quickly drank what was there, relieved at the way the fire in his side ebbed a little.

But then Kaleidoscope began carefully tugging up his tunic and chainmail, and Era stiffened, focusing on breathing evenly and not on the fingers pulling at his clothes. It’s fine, he’s going to help, he’s not doing anything but patching you up it’s fine—

After several agonizing moments, Kaleidoscope finally pulled all of his layers out of the way, and frowned at the injury seeping blood all over Era’s side. He muttered something worriedly to himself, then began cleaning the wound, Era twitching every time he was touched.

“Did I ever tell you what happened with my Zelda?” Kaleidoscope suddenly said as he pressed a cloth to Era’s side. Era couldn’t help but flinch, but Kal’s touch was careful, and he could ignore it a little better with the cloth in the way.

“Not really,” he bit out, flinching violently when Kaleidoscope’s fingers brushed against his side. He’s fine he’s safe it’s okay. “You said... guy named Vaati kidnapped her?”

Kaleidoscope nodded. “Mm-hm. But do you know why he kidnapped her?”

Era shook his head.

“It’s because he wanted a wife.”

Era stared at Kaleidoscope in disbelief. “...That’s it? He didn’t want her power, or to sacrifice her in a ritual or... anything? Not to underestimate him, but that... that seems a bit... shallow.”

Kaleidoscope’s gaze dimmed a little. “It was. I mean, he was planning to take over Hyrule of course, but he kidnapped Zelda solely so he could force her to be his bride.”

His lip twisted in disgust.

“He took one look at her and all he saw was her appearance. Something to conquer, to show off and lord over the fact that he was going to take over the kingdom and nobody could stop him.”

Era felt a familiar lump in his throat. “Oh.”

Kaleidoscope took a deep breath, and obviously made a considerable effort to calm down.

“All that to say... I get it. I really do. I know it’s not easy being seen like... that. Zelda still struggles with it,” he finished quietly, starting in on wrapping Era’s injury. “And I’m sorry I have to do this.”

“It’s okay,” Era said softly, still flinching whenever he was touched. “I appreciate it, truly. And thank you for telling me.”

“You’re welcome Era. Thank you for trusting me.”

Era let out a slightly tense laugh in reply. “I’m still working on it.”

Kaleidoscope smiled at him, and continued his work, being as careful as possible as he continued to bandage the wound.

And Era, despite the discomfort and thoughts still yelling at him to get away and stop letting himself be touched... let him.

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Febuwhump day 12 - “can you hear me?”

Kaleidoscope is Link from four swords, and Light is the Link from four swords adventures (with manga influence). They both used the four sword, but the aftereffects were (and are) a bit different for the both of them, and sometimes act up a little.

Courage of ages explanation

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“Kal?”

Kaleidoscope didn’t reply, merely continuing to hold his head between his knees. Or watched himself hold his head between his knees? Was he— who was having trouble...? was he even the one having a meltdown? Which color was it?

He groaned and squeezed his eyes shut. It didn’t help.

He’d felt fine only a bit ago, traveling with the others through woods in someone’s time. He wasn’t even sure what had set it off; one minute he’d been fine and then the next his eyes were trying to focus through four pairs instead of one, sending his head spinning.

He’d managed to shake it off enough to get to where they had planned to take a lunch break, but the walk there was awful, feet tripping as they tried to account for six more, almost crashing into trees when his brain thought he was walking next to himself.

Kaleidoscope had slipped away the moment they stopped to try and pull himself together, but the effects had only gotten worse.

And were continuing to do so.

Someone’s footsteps sounded next to him (his own? Was it Green, or maybe Blue’s? Violet’s?) and someone sat next to him on the log, presumably whoever it was who’d spoken a minute ago.

“Kal? Link, hey can you hear me?”

That wasn’t his voice, it must be someone else. It was... Light. That was Light. It wasn’t Link— Kal, no, Green, he was—

What color was he again?

He let out a little whimper, and he heard Light lean closer.

“Kal, are you okay? Should I get Hibiscus?”

He wasn’t sure. He couldn’t tell where all the parts of him were, he swore Green had been right next to him because he was Violet but— no, he wasn’t Violet, Red had tripped earlier, but— Blue, he was Blue and he thought he should— or was— where—

He breathed in a short breath.

“...T-touch?” he whispered.

He heard Light shift from next to him.

“Touch? What do you...” Light shuffled around a bit, then cautiously put his hand on Kaleidoscope’s shoulder. “...Like this? Is this what you need?“

He hated asking, but he knew he needed it to slot back together and his head was spinning it was already helping he didn’t want it at all—

He made a small affirmative noise, and after a moment or two, felt arms carefully wrap around him. Light’s grip felt a little awkward, but Red—Kaleidoscope leaned into it, his shoulders slowly lowering as the tension leaked out of them. Something about the weight of someone else’s touch helped ground him, and his mind and body began to unscramble themselves.

That’s right, he— he wasn’t one color, he was all his colors. He wasn’t split, he was one person, shattered then glued back together. One body. One Link.

Right?

His shoulders lowered a bit more, and Light’s grip shifted.

“Are you... um, okay?” he asked. Kaleidoscope gave a small nod. “What was wrong anyways?”

Kaleidoscope took a deep breath and opened his eyes, pleased when he looked out of only one set. He didn’t feel like he was viewing himself from a different angle or anything either. Seemed the effects had mostly passed.

He cleared his throat. He’d only explained this to one other person before, hopefully he could get it to make sense. Not that he really wanted to, but he owed an explanation to Light for helping him at least.

“Sometimes it... isn’t right,” he said haltingly. “Things don’t— it’s like I’m still... in four bodies. Things get... mixed.”

Light’s own colorful eyes glinted with sudden understanding.

“I know the feeling,” he said quietly, and Kaleidoscope started a bit.

“I forgot...” he murmured, looking up and meeting Light’s gaze from under the cover of his hood. “You went through this too.”

Light let out a little self-depreciating laugh. “Not as bad as you. Sure my emotions get a little scrambled sometimes, but I don’t usually get all...” He waved a hand. “...You know. It’s not the same.”

“Don’t underestimate yourself,” Kaleidoscope said softly. “I’m sure you’ve had it rough.”

Light looked at him a moment in surprised silence, then nodded, going quiet. At some point he shifted, so instead of a hug his arm was more over Kaleidoscope’s shoulder instead. But he didn’t let go of him, which Kaleidoscope hated to admit was rather nice. He was feeling less messed up by the minute.

“So why does touch help?” Light asked after a little while, startling him a bit. “I mean it feels nice, but doesn’t really do much for me.”

Kaleidoscope was silent for a minute, thinking through his answer.

“It helps ground me,” he eventually replied. He ran a hand along the edge of his cape, and sighed, feeling suddenly weary. “Reminds me I’m only in one body. Zelda figured it out shortly after I returned the Four Sword, it’s the only thing that reliably works.”

He swallowed.

“I’m... sorry for bothering you.”

“What?” Light huffed. “Don’t be ridiculous, you didn’t bother me. I saw you were acting weird and followed you cause I thought something might’ve been wrong, and I was right. I chose to come here myself, stop being stupid.”

Kaleidoscope quirked a little smile, and Light grinned in return.

“Anyway... if you feel up to going back, Slate said he was gonna actually make something for lunch, not just leftovers,” Light prompted, and Kaleidoscope hesitated. “Are you ready?”

Kaleidoscope carefully stood up, Light’s arm still around him, and focused on himself for a minute.

His eyesight was fine, and he didn’t feel like he was out of his skin or next to himself anymore. A slight headache rested behind his eyes, but that was pretty normal after his vision was off, and when he took a slow step forwards, his foot went where he wanted it to, no hesitance.

“Yes. I’m fine now,” he said in a relieved voice, and pulled his hood off so he could feel the sun on his face. He breathed deeply, and smiled a bit. “Thank you, Light.”

“No problem. You’d do the same,” the other boy assured with a grin, and began to tug him back towards where they’d left the others. “Now c’mon, I think I smell pie and I want some before Windy the bottomless pit eats it all.”

“Speak for yourself,” Kaleidoscope teased. Light’s appetite was at least as bad as Windy’s, if not worse.

Light gasped in fake offense, and the argument and defense of who ate more between him and Windy lasted all the way back to camp.

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Okay then, what's the best prank you guys have done?

Windy: that’s kinda hard to say. We’ve had some pretty good ones, I don’t know which one was best...

The boys: *thinking*

Kaleidoscope: ...

Kaleidoscope: well one time I sewed everyone’s socks together

Windy: THAT WAS YOU???

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OKAY I HI IM REALLY SORRY BUT I JUST READ SOME STUFF ON YOUR AU AND IT LOOKS AMAZING!!! Do you have any fun things or traits about your links by chance? (No pressure!)

YEAH YEAH I DO I have many things about them all (they’ve been bouncing around in my head for almost two years at this point, I have so much about them you have no idea—)

Alright let’s see...

Cloud got his nickname because of the white strips in his hair (side effect from redirecting magic lightning), but the others like to tease him about how he’s going grey.

Mini really, really just does not like cats. Gloam is trying to change this, but Mini insists they’re demon spawn and refuses to budge. He’s very much a dog person.

Kaleidoscope often gets asked what color his eyes actually are, but his response is always just “all of them”.

Sprite always knows what time it is, and sometimes mutters the minutes going by under his breath when he’s stressed.

Gloam often forgets how tiring it is to go back and forth between wolf and Hylian until he’s already done it too many times and almost passes out on the spot

Light is a bit of a neat freak, he’ll get dirty if he absolutely has too but he’ll hate every single second of it

Windy has a little tattoo of a seagull on the inside of his wrist, his grandma doesn’t know he has it and he’s planning on keeping it that way

Spirit also gets called Dove because of the bird on his hat, and actually has some Rito ancestry a few generations back

Hibiscus’s hair could sort of be called strawberry blonde? But not exactly. It’s like blonde with a hint of pink to it, the others can’t make sense of it.

Hue sometimes forgets not everyone knows Hytopian (French) and sometimes peppers words of it in his speech and makes himself practically impossible to understand.

Brownie has a thing for tea, he drinks it more than water and almost always has a cup of it brewing if there’s a campfire around

Era only has his blue scarf with him, but he’s actually got several different colored ones at home, he’s sort of got a thing for scarves

Slate has to take pictures of everything he sees, he wants to show Zelda when he gets back home (plus, he doesn’t... want to forget again. He hopes the pictures will be a good backup just in case).

First is a ghost you know, and he’s very much aware of the fact, but sometimes he forgets he’s not solid and pokes someone to get their attention and accidentally gives them a chill

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Wait, Kaleidoscope’s... chain chomp? He has a chain chomp?

It’s his pet :)

He found the poor thing chained up in Vaati’s palace, and Kaleidoscope is the only one who can even get close to him without getting chomped at (except Zelda). The other residents of the castle are terrified of it, which is half the reason Kal keeps it around. He named him Bow Wow.

Kal is usually a pretty quiet and calm guy but once he’s home with his chain chomp again he becomes an absolute puddle and will coo over his buddy while the others look on in slight concern.

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Have you ever drawn your Links?

Yeah, but a lot of it is just doodles I don’t know if I’m willing to share... I’m not terribly confident in my drawing ability. Plus I find I have more fun drawing when I don’t post it heh

But for your trouble, here’s a little doodle of Kaleidoscope I did a while back—

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My family ended up playing a game and I didn’t have as much time to draw but I still drew a little anyway

That big one with the harp is a redraw of official art so that’s why it looks better than the other stuff

Hmmm want to draw what shall I draw hm hm

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Random Zelink hc from fic or au of your choice, please?

AH UM okay my brain is very dead right now uhhhhh okay. i can think of something. gimme a sec.

I've been thinking about coa a bit this afternoon SO random zelink things for them let's see how many I can think of before my internet is gone--

Era once after sneaking up to Zelda's balcony, got his scarf caught on the way back down and broke his leg(she was so mad at him (mostly because she thought he was going to break his neck) and forced him to take time off)

Cloud loves having his hair played with and his wife is more than happy to do so :)

Kaleidoscope and his Zelda like to sneak out and have picnics sometimes (minus the entire royal guard)

Mini's Zelda often goes to his house early and drags him to the bakery so they can eat breakfast together

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Been rereading your coa febuwhump fics. Do you know the order they met each other in? Specifically Fiest and Spirit.

(Blorbo hours): How did First feel when he found someone who could see him and talk with him?

I do! They actually start out in smaller groups, so it’s like— Windy and Hue meet up, and then they’re joined by Hibiscus and Kaleidoscope, but in the meantime in a different era, Slate, Gloam, Brownie, and Light end up together, and in yet another era, Cloud, Mini, and Sprite end up in a group too.

Era doesn’t come until a bit later, but when he does he joins Cloud’s group. Spirit and First are actually by themselves for a bit before they join a group too, they end up with the Slate bunch (actually everyone does in the end).

They all hop around separately for a bit, then all get together at one point, and possibly get mixed up into different groups again, (haven’t totally decided XD). Hopefully that all makes sense 😅

Blorbo hours—

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First: it was wonderful. It gets exceedingly lonely not being able to talk to anyone, and meeting Spirit and realizing he could understand me, and I could even interact with him to a small degree...

First: it was one of the best moments I’ve experienced in a very long time.

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Hi I hope you’re having a wonderful weekend!! Any chance you could throw some COA boy’s hc’s my way?? I love them!

I am having a pretty nice weekend, thanks! The weather is really pleasant, I planted some flowers and am feeling a lot more at peace with the world XD

And certainly!! I love sharing stuff about my guys :D

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Cloud does a lot of smaller woodcarving projects, but he’s been trying to branch out into making actual useable furniture

Mini does own a hat, but he doesn’t wear it much because it just doesn’t feel right to not have one that randomly gripes at him.

Kaleidoscope has a terrible sweet tooth but he’ll never admit it, only his Zelda knows how much he actually loves sweets.

Sprite will never admit it but he really likes dogs. He’s spent many a night hanging out in castle town just petting the dogs that live on the streets.

Gloam gets a little nervous around flames; he dealt with way too much trouble with fire on his quest, and being around too much of it makes him rather anxious

Light talks to his shadow sometimes, but nobody knows why and Light isn’t saying

Windy knows so much about navigating using the stars and things, he’s a whiz with figuring out where the heck he is even if he’s in the middle of the ocean.

Spirit is actually part Rito! It doesn’t show too obviously in how he looks, but his eyes are a little more reddish brown than they would be otherwise, and his hair is a little paler.

Hibiscus can’t use magic without help of an item, but he’s really sensitive to changes in magic in his environment. Time travel makes him rather nauseous.

Hue dyed his hair green on his second adventure (peer pressure lol) but it’s faded a fair amount, and it’s mostly just the tips that are still green.

Brownie can’t swim, but he’s never really needed to learn? Windy is horrified when he hears of this.

Slate hums a lot to himself, a lot of the time without even thinking, and actually hums tunes from 100 years ago without even realizing it

One of Sprite’s nicknames for Era during the war was “Old Link” (since they insisted on calling him Young Link) but the other Links are slowly starting to use it too, much to Era’s horror. (He’s not old not in the slightest—)

First isn’t aware of this yet, but if he really focused and practiced enough, he could likely get to the point where he could actually touch things, despite being a ghost.