#linksonapartyau

[lukellios]

a;sdlfj I’ve been... consumed by the #linksonapartyAU... So have a bit of all the stuff I’ve been doing, featuring (in order of appearance) Bittersweet (my Link!), Digger ( @svynakee‘s boi), Momo ( @cockismybusiness‘s boi), Digger again with the mask on (and off), and Hennessy teaching Bitters how to dance.

Don’t look at me okay I’m having fun.

[cockybusiness]

I made my own linksona for the #LinksonaPartyAU with friends!

Nickname: Momo Playstyle: Biggest drive to fight enemies comes from hoarding monster parts, but tbh he lazy about fighting most of the time and will avoid bigger enemies if he can. Procastinates the hell out of main quests/facing Ganon. Prefers exploring always. Loves climbing and cooking. Sidequests involving children are always priority.  Hoard horses, but rarely rides any. Will try to tame anything jut for the heck of it. Will talk to anyone he finds on the road. Kilton is   f r i e n d. 

Personality: Animal whisperer. PUNS. Sweet natured, he puts the "hug" in "thug". Knows to make a very convincing puppy face probably. Very curious and nosy.  Won't talk about it, but resents his past or what he remembers of it, of how much of a serious anxious person he used to be. Believes his past self was miserable and tries his best to be the opposite of it, to the point that he comes off as too loud and childish sometimes. Dancey. Outfit: Switches between Bokoblin mask, desert voe headset, and Korok masks.  Upper climbing gear or Lobster shirt, lower half is mostly just being in underpants. Weapon: (Preferences for all hammers, halberds and axes) Spring-loaded Hammer, Iron sledgehammer. Boney arms weapons are useless but so fcking fun.

[beelzebumons]

linksonaparty still going strong heres a POWER COUPLE 

Papryka (left) belongs to me

Hennessy (right) belongs to @heartbrokengirlsketches

[pikachuslut]

saffrons full colour beautiful face

lmk if u have a linksona request

[paxfacere]

(art by my beautiful wife @obernatos!)

i saw that a few people were posting their linksonas and i thought it was about time i did so as well! me and the wife can’t quite believe how far our original, silly little idea of “woah we sure play botw differently, i wonder how our specific links would interact with one-another?” turned into this whole, amazing au that lots of people got excited about and created content and a whole STORY for!!!! now the #linksonaparty is 24/7.

here is the profile for my link!

Nickname: Cinnamon. (Derivatives include Cin, Cinny, Cinnamum/Cinnamom and Sinnamon.) Playstyle: They are on a personal quest to talk to every, single resident of Hyrule. Is incredibly invested in the lives and problems of everyone they’ve ever met. Will drop everything to complete a sidequest, no matter how big or small, for someone they literally just met. Their camera album is full of pictures of birds. They glide absolutely everywhere and are probably happier in the air than on the ground; loves to be up high either in trees or mountains. They’re probably a bit too cautious/wary of getting into bad situations, but will go a bit berserker if a monster threatens someone. Surprisingly capable in these situations, they will attack until there's nothing left of the enemy. Otherwise they’re the kind to avoid combat unless absolutely necessary. Personality: In one word: “mumfriend”. Sweet, empathetic, and friendly. They will be the one at your side gently reminding you to eat if they sense your health is low. Tries to make friends with everyone: results are varying. All-round tenderheart.  Has become dedicated to making sure Catfish bathes/doesn't die/EATS once-in-a-while/stops isolating himself so damn much. Probably feels more strongly about Catfish than they really should. Cinnamon's own world glitched in the sense that they were unable to collect any of their original memories, so they were essentially a blank slate. This is the "myself" they’ve built themselves to be. They are the founding member of the unofficial “Link Welcoming Committee” and go out of their way to greet any new Links who arrive in the world and hand them a (hand-written and doodle-covered) pamphlet containing all of the important information they might need to know. Outfit: Blue-and-white dyed Snowquill outfit because they are a soft, cosy sweetheart who woke up in the frosty Tabantha region. Wears extra ribbons and occasionally flower crowns. Has pouches full of snacks, ready to dole them out at a moment's notice. Tends to travel light because of aforementioned love of gliding. Has long, expressive ears. Weapon: Primarily the Feathered Spear and Kite Shield but is also adapted to using various bows. Lightweight, quick weaponry. Their paraglider is Rito-made and decorated with feathers.

[yeehawkin2253]

*comes back from the dead, gasping* Breath of the Wild I will put this out there, and hope that i can join in the linksona party please accept me i try very hard to do okay things  so have my linksona

-Rides everywhere with his Giant Horse and sleeps on it//against it -A big Bi disaster -Spends most of his time shirtless, only wearing armor when he knows he’s headed into a fight (gets surprised a lot without his armor) -A bad cook for himself, but will make killer meat skewers that he will then sell. Mushroom/fruit stews for days -He breaks everything -Always keeps fairies to counter balance the lack of armor -Wishes he could adopt all the horses and put flowers in all of their hair -Gets kicked a lot by them instead -Rescues horses from the bokoblins -In a poly/open relationship with Paya and Sidon -A bad photographer but with a lot of enthusiam

update: his name is Lonk

[hijirai]

i name him tamy the only weapon he use is the master sword he is such a good boy defeat ganon with a lot of help, lost and lots of help, and pretty much this all about him, he is just a silly boy who love play, eat and pet puppys (maybe stealing your girl/boy)

[baggubuggu]

I finally decided on a ‘look’ for Nil and this is what he’ll typically wear! 

[svynakee]

Since Digger is one of the older Links (nearing 30) and has a masculine body shape for a Hylian, his old Gerudo outfit doesn’t let him sneak into Gerudo Town anymore! Instead he wears this with a face scarf, in order to cover up his lack of curves in all the right places. He doesn’t speak in Gerudo Town either: his voice is somewhat gruff, so he can only use Hylian sign to communicate. 

Digger is one of the Linksonas from the #LinksonapartAU! Check out the others in the tag~

[lukellios]

Digger ( @svynakee) and my Bitters from pretty much the first Linksona fic. You can read it down below, or ignore it if you’re not about linkcest! However it’s really fucking good  because svynakee wrote it and i cried

There’s this thing he does when he’s serious. It took me a while to notice, to realise what it meant. He pushes that mask – so offputtingly macabre at first, but now oddly endearing in its impertinence – up onto his forehead. It makes the dark fabric that covers his lower face ride up, so that his mouth and nose are bared.

Maybe it’s his way of making sure that there’s nothing to stop the truth that comes tumbling through his lips. Each breath with which he tells me about himself, his true self and not the script he so deftly weaves for his charade, is carefully guarded. His truth is as rare as diamonds. And I intend to treat them with the same precious care, to make them eternal.

It’s on one such occasion that I reach out and trap his cheeks between my hands. He stops mid-sentence, with a surprised little intake of breath through his nose. “-what’s the idea?”

“Let me see your eyes,” I tell him.

He laughs; two short, loud bursts of air followed by a quieter drawn-out chuckle. He always laughs like this when he’s uncertain, when he’s scared, when he’s angry or lonely or hurt. It took me a while to notice that, too. I wonder if the others have. If they’ve watched him the way I do. If they see him the way I do.

“Why’d ya wanna do that?” he says. But he doesn’t move away, doesn’t shift the slightest to free himself of my touch. “They look the same as yours. See ‘em every day.”

“Because…”

It was a sudden urge, a sudden need. When had I become so reckless? He’s rubbing off on me, I realise. And it surprises me how okay I am with that. There’s a part of me that wants to chase his thrills, to be the first to see his latest stunt. It’s a part that’s growing every day, with every moment I spend wit him. So with a smile, I answer:

“Because I want to see the way you look at me.”

“…because I want to see the way you look at me,” he said, and it takes my breath away. In his eyes I see myself, the self I’ve made: the mask, the scar, the tufts of hair sticking out from beneath the black cloth. I see the way my mouth falls open in surprise. In disbelief.

What the hell, I think. I’ve shown more of myself to him than anyone else.

I want to show him even more. I want him to know me.

I take the mask off, carefully. Usually I just yank it off, toss it wherever. But there’s something about this moment that calls for caution, for slow movements. Maybe I want to make this last. Maybe I’m scared of what’ll happen next.

He gasps when he sees how long my hair is. It falls to my shoulders and tickles my cheeks. Before I can brush it away, he moves.

His fingers only touch my skin briefly, but it’s enough to set sparks tingling. As he tucks the stray strands behind my ear I become certain that I have never felt warmth before, not true warmth, and as he leans back I become certain that I never will again.

I need him.

“Your hair…”

“It’s a mess,” I say.

“It’s beautiful.”

I don’t have a reply to that.

“May I?” he asks, and while I don’t know what he’s asking for I know that I can’t refuse him. Not now, not like this.

“Go ahead.”

He moves behind me and starts running his fingers through my hair. It’s dirty, I want to tell him. I’ll just ruin it.

I’m not worth the effort.

“Ya don’t hafta do this,” is what I say instead. When did I become such a selfish coward?

He spins me around by the shoulders so that we’re facing each other once more. “I want to do this.”

With a sigh, I obediently turn back,so I can guiltily lose myself in the feeling of his hands massaging my scalp, parting my hair, teasing and pulling at it. All too soon he makes a satisfied noise and taps my shoulder, interrupting the comfortable doze I’d slipped into.

I move to the full-length mirror I keep by the wall to admire his handiwork. I’d already chosen my compliments and phrases of gratitude, but what I see wipes all rehearsed lines off my mind. The ticklish strands of hair that usually frame my face have been styled into delicate golden braids. The rest of it’s pulled back into a bun, neat and tidy and glossy. He’s used the chopsticks that keep his own hair in place on me, used his own ribbons to pull the braids back so that they hang from the bun. I see him in the mirror standing behind me, smiling. His distinct, elaborate style undone…

…given to me.

It’s beautiful. I watch my own reflection. The goofy, wide grin that stretches across my face. The tears welling up in my eyes. The reverential way I reach up to feel my hair, as if this is all just some fanciful dream.

It’s real.

He moves up behind me. Puts his hands on my shoulders. For once the radiant armour feels too thin – the way his touch warms me, it’s like I’m wearing nothing at all.

“Thank you,” I tell him, and I don’t even care about the way my voice trembles because it makes him smile, because it makes his eyes soften, because he giggles and blushes and gives my shoulders a squeeze.

And then his hand moved up, up along my neck until he’s cupping my cheek, turning my head, pulling me close to him-

The kiss starts off chaste. Just a touch of the lips, gentle and wary. I lean closer, to tell him I want more, I want him. He obliges and suddenly we’re pressed together, my hands in his hair, my mouth on his, head turned slightly so we can fit into each other as perfectly as a puzzle. The sweetness of his mouth, his tongue – oh, he’d chosen the wrong name for himself, I can never call him bitter again.

When we pull apart, gasping (how cute he looks, his face all red, his scarlet cheeks like two ripe tomatoes), he tells me with shaking hands, “Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For the way you look at me.”

[beelzebumons]

if yall needed to know anything about paprykas personality i feel like this sums it up pretty well

[pikachuslut]

Good morning have some Link

[paxfacere]

it’s a new blog so it’s not appearing in the tags yet, but i just finished setting up @linksonaparty! if you were after a place for all things linksona-related, there you go ♥

[hijirai]

rest for a little would be nice for karu and i was just messing around with the shadows in draws (ritosmakethebestbras)

[baggubuggu]

One quick doodle today of @dyradoodles‘s Solus with a gift that my boi, Nil ‘drew’ for him.

[cockybusiness]

Commission for  @upsidesown-square ! His very handsome linksona!

Thank you!

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Check here for my commission info