#red link x green link

[casual-praxis]

Attempting to further the Green x Red agenda, please standby.

I like to think Green makes a lot of puns. It's something Red either knowingly or unknowingly influenced in a post-canon scenario. They're silly together, as a treat.

It's also apparently a hc of mine that Green simps hard for whoever he's romantically interested in. It keeps happening, I don't know how.

[sanguinesmi1e]

A Round Door Like a Porthole, Lazarus Green Pt. 1 Pt. 2 (you're here) Pt. 3 Pt. 4

Art of LBM

Danny was still lying under the Specter Speeder, mind reeling as the words “they opened this portal with a child sacrifice, and bound his death and all the lost life potential to their bloody machine to create a perpetual gateway to the Infinite Realms” ran in a loop through his head. Could that really be true? Is his death attached to the portal, forever lodged in the doorway, preventing it from closing?

The guy clearly knew what he was talking about. The bit about why his ghost friends and frenemies caused so much chaos as they unleashed their obsessions on Amity Park made so much sense. It would certainly explain a lot of his interactions with ghosts after he died. 

 Danny silently cursed himself for not destroying everything in the lab before they got here. He and Jazz hadn't worried about the portal schematics, because they honestly didn't have any way to open a portal, only cycle energy in a recursive loop that shouldn’t have done anything. No one, not he and Jazz, not their parents, not Tucker or Technus, had been able to figure out why it had worked when Danny was inside. But if the machine was able to sustain a portal that was already opened. . . He wondered idly if he could light a fire that looked accidental and would both destroy the lab and leave the two men enough time to escape. It’d probably be too risky. And who knew what destroying the portal would do to him. Fully kill him? Destroy him completely and shatter his core? It might be worth it to prevent anyone from gaining this knowledge. 

No wonder Lex Luthor was interested in this business. A child was murdered in this basement, and for all Tim knew, the child’s soul could still be trapped here fueling a Lazarus Pit that connected the world of the living to the afterlife. What Luthor could do with an interdimensional portal or even a single sample of Lazarus water. . . Tim shuddered to think.

On the one hand, he was grateful that Wayne Enterprises secured the business before Luthor had the chance. On the other hand, he felt rather ill to think his family had directly enriched mad scientists who performed child sacrifices. At least he had full faith that between him and Oracle, they’d hunt the Fentons down and make sure justice was served.

“What is to be done for the child?” Tim asked Constantine. “Is his soul tied to that machine?”

“I don’t think so. I’m pretty sure it’s just his death.” 

“You’re gonna have to explain the difference to me, ‘cause I’m not sure I see the distinction.” Tim said wryly. 

“I guess. . . Hm. You could think of it as the moment of transition drawn out endlessly like a plucked string whose note never stops vibrating. Like life is the anchor point of one end of the string, and the afterlife is at the other end, and the child’s death is the note created when his soul crosses from one side to the other. The soul is the bow causing reverberations, but the reverberations are the actual death itself. The effect of the soul’s passage. And in this case, the portal is amplifying the death so it doesn’t end like a normal death ‘note’ would.” Constantine leaned in to examine some of the runes that were part of the array. “Not a perfect metaphor, obviously, since you bow perpendicular rather than parallel to the string, and death and souls are nothing like music, but you get the idea, right?”

Tim was still caught on John Constantine saying the words “death note” together unironically in a sentence. He was going to have to share that with Steph later. Maybe with the whole family group chat, even. “Yeah, the metaphor makes sense, as much as any of this occult stuff does to me.”

“Whatever. As for whether there’s anything we can do for the child, I think we’ll have to try and summon him if we can.” The Brit started pulling items out of his trenchcoat’s inner pockets. “We need to ask what the spirit wants done, before we go messing with things we don’t understand.”

“Alright, need anything from me?”

“Yeah, move this stuff out of the way so I can draw a circle.” Constantine directed Tim to shove aside a few stacks of boxes, something called a Fenton Ghost Weasel, and together they shifted a coffin-shaped iron maiden that for some reason was labeled Fenton Stockades. Then he set to work chalking a circle and runes on the ground.

Finally he sat back and dusted chalk off his hands. “That should do it.”

“Will this be bright too?” Tim asked warily.

“Eh, might be? Shouldn’t be too bad.”

Tim grabbed an auto-darkening welding helmet with a green “Fenton” sticker on it off the workbench and slipped it on.

“Alright, here goes.” Constantine began the summoning ritual.

While Danny debated arson, the other two had finished clearing a space and chalked some kind of circle onto the floor. He tuned back into the conversation when he heard the trenchcoat guy begin a traditional incantation for a summoning. Were they trying to summon him? Danny really hoped it wouldn’t work. 

When people tried to summon the Ghost King he could almost always ignore the pull. This pull, however, was very strong and immediate. It seemed proximity made a difference, or this guy was just better at summonings than the average cultist. Before Danny could accept the inevitable, he was pulled bodily — literally! — out from under the vehicle and across the floor, still flat on his back on the Fenton Under Car Creeper, with the Specter Speeder’s ecto-engine hugged tightly to his chest. The wheels of the Fenton Creeper (not to be mistaken with the Fenton Anti-Creep Stick) sped him straight to the summoning circle. Still very much in human form. 

This was his first real look at the guy called Constantine, and he couldn’t help a horrified yelp. “Eugh!! What the fuck is wrong with you, dude!?!!” 

His lapse in attention made him lose the battle with the summoning spell, and it gripped him, pulling him through the convolutions of the spellwork even though he was already lying half across the circle, and forcing him to change into Phantom in the process. It was such a disgusting sensation, like he was one of those squishy water filled tube snake toys that look like a fleshlight, and someone squeezed really hard and abruptly so he turned inside out and went flying to go splat against a wall (or in this case, against the ground inside the circle of chalk). He tried and failed not to retch.

The younger man in the crisp suit whom he’d already identified as Mr. CEO-Timothy-Drake-Wayne looked at him in startled bafflement, while the older blond, still smoking his cigarette, (gross, and was that thing never ending?) was probably looking at him. Maybe. It was really difficult to tell, because he was a frankly vile sight. Danny winced and swallowed down nausea. “What have you done to your soul?”

“I — what?”

“Trypophobia central, man! Ugh that’s gotta be the grossest thing I’ve ever seen. Can’t you cover it up?”

“Who are you?” Timothy Drake-Wayne interjected.

“I’m the dead guy? You literally just summoned me.”

“Constantine said you were a child”

“I mean, I was?” Danny looked down at his obviously twenty-something year-old self and rubbed the back of his neck. “It’s been a while since I was fourteen though. These things happen.”

“Not typically, no. The dead tend to be pretty unaging.” Constantine said. 

“Dude I’m not having a conversation with you while your soul looks like Escher’s swiss cheese nightmare. Anyways, some of us do. Heck, I know a guy who constantly shifts from infant to old man and every stage in between. It’s pretty distracting when you’re trying to get him to let you fix the timeline again.” Danny continued to look anywhere but at the blond man. “But if it’s so important to you, I can —” He got an abstracted look, and slowly de-aged himself until the two men stood over a fourteen year old boy with snow white hair and glowing green eyes.

“That does not help. No.” The guy whose soul looked somewhat like a bleeding tooth fungus said. He turned away and started doing something magical. Danny hoped it would mask his soul in some way, but so far all it did was make Danny feel like he needed to pop his ears.

He also felt particularly uncharitable, so he didn’t revert to his natural age, and instead tried to see how young and cute he could make himself appear.

“So are you just haunting this basement? Seems hazardous, given the former proprietors.” Timothy tried to redirect the conversation. He didn’t seem nearly as distressed to see the ghost of a child, but his eyes darted surreptitiously to the Lichtenberg figure Danny used to always hide under gloves.

“Nah, haven’t been back here in years. I mostly live in my Infinite Realms haunt these days.”

“You . . . live? Is that just a figure of speech?”

“It’s rude to ask about a ghost’s nonliving status, you know. Highly taboo to ask how a ghost died or poke into the circumstances of our deaths without permission.” Danny admonished. Making himself younger than fourteen took more effort than he expected.

“Alright, I’m sorry,” Timothy raised his hands placatingly to the boy who now looked younger than Damian. “What brings you back to Amity Park?”

“Uh, you summoned me? Are we still not clear on that?”

Tim looked pointedly at the Fenton Creeper and the engine Danny still held. He’d shrunk down to the size of a four year old, and the engine really should be crushing him given it was bigger than his torso now. He quickly set it aside, and turned his biggest puppy dog eyes on Tim.

“You were in here already, and you looked pretty alive for a moment there.”

“I can look lots of ways!” Danny focused really hard on looking as cute, small, and nonthreatening as possible. He thought it was working when all of a sudden there was a pop! and he was smaller than he’d ever managed before. 

Timothy Drake-Wayne looked like a giant. The other guy, who had thankfully managed to put away his soul somehow, wore scuffed oxfords bigger than Danny. Hell, he could probably fit his entire self into one of Constantine’s shoes if that wasn’t a bizarre thing to do, and they weren’t already full of stinky feet. Holy shit what happened to him!?

Tim blinked down at the cat? Snake? Ghost. . . thing at his feet. What the fuck. A moment ago he was talking to an adult man whom he’s pretty sure was dead and he’s very sure was trolling them. Now his interlocutor had turned into an adorable creature with soft white paws, a long twisting tail, big pointed ears that swiveled like a cats, and a humanoid face that should’ve been creepy but was actually eliciting cute-aggression in him. Tim blinked again. The little baby ghost creature blinked enormous green eyes back at him. Then it yawned, revealing three rows of needle sharp teeth that looked like a cross between what you’d find in the mouth of a shark and a cat. Yikes.

“Does that mean the interview is over?” Tim asked him.

The creature just blinked up at him again, then zeroed in on his shoelaces, pupils expanding until only a narrow band of green ringed them.

Yup. The interview was over. Those paws hid some wicked claws which could apparently slice through leather with ease. Oh, Tim really hoped ghost scratch fever wasn’t a thing. At least the ghost looked sufficiently contrite after he yelped, and it waited while he removed a shoelace to sacrifice as a toy.

If Damian ever met him, there would be a new member of the family. Maybe he should name the creature preemptively so they didn’t have a cat-snake named Bat-Ghost in Wayne manor. 

“Do you have a name, little baby cat-snake ghost? Little baby ghost man?” He cooed as the miniature monster dashed back and forth, intent on shredding his shoelace.

The ghost paused long enough to chirp, “Li’l baby man!” before launching himself at the string. Even shocked, Tim’s reflexes had him whisking the toy out of the way, and the ghost went careening under a cabinet.

He wedged himself in the gap, landing face first in a dust bunny, and quickly wriggled backwards with an indignant squall. His wordless protestations cut off as he fell into a violent sneezing fit that thankfully dislodged him from beneath the cabinet.

Tim suppressed his laugh, and asked, “Little Baby Man? Is that what you want to be called?”

The ghost pawed most of the dust away from his nose, but spider webs covered his face and a big dust bunny perched atop his head like a fascinator with a cobweb lace veil. He looked Tim right in the eyes and nodded, dislodging the dust in his hair and setting off more sneezes.

“Li’l Baby Man” he confirmed. He placed a paw on Tim’s shoe and chirped, “Tim!” Then he pointed his tail at Constantine and said, “Gross!” with narrowed eyes.

[spadeprincesss]

Happy 20th anniversary to the Four Swords Manga! To commemorate here’s a ballroom piece!

Do you think Zelda hosts a ball each year to celebrate Vaati’s defeat? I think she would! So cheers! 🥂

I know i’m like three days late and this isn’t my best work but i wanted to go ahead and make something cuz i love this manga and these characters! They’re so silly and fun! I hope people enjoy this while i go back to my other projects!

I had to use a LOT of references for this piece, if anyone is interested in seeing them feel free to ask and i can share!

[gesangs]

It's hard not to do that when you're trying to silence the grumpiest guy on the team

[zarvasace]

And here are some ships! The more Red/Blue I get, the more I want XD

[biblicallyinaccuratespoons]

silly drawings of the Shattered reflections crew

(part one(?))

i got really bored and decided that this was gonna happen. and yeah, i somehow managed to include lore in this a bit XD

i dunno how many of these are gonna happen since i am quickly running out

[amanitacurses]

@sister-dear: Can I request FS Blue/Red/Green Links? Or any of the downfall timeline together?

I very much so enjoy Red/Green/Blue as their own ship :) I also couldn't resist the idea of Vio being the smartass "I told you so" person to Blue

[misspelledwordswizard]

Akdiwjabs I love the way you write four but what about the COLORS?

I love the colors sm!! I'll love more requests for them too, hehe

Sounds coming from outside the inn caught my attention. It was night, all the boys were in the inn, either in their rooms or in some other room in the place, so there was no reason for me to worry. It must just be some drunk talking to himself. The only problem is that I recognized the voice, and besides being someone I know well, I’m sure it seemed to be coming from more than one person.

Well, I guess checking it out can’t hurt, right? I got up from the small sofa I was sitting on, reading a book, and went to look for something to cover myself and protect myself from the night’s cold. After putting on a coat, I went out through the front door of the inn, looking around. The street was empty, so it was easy to identify the sounds coming from nearby.

I walked to the back of the inn, away from the eyes, worried about what could be causing all this commotion. Of all the possibilities that crossed my mind, none of them were that the voice I heard was actually Four’s, but I was also right about there being more than one person, because right in front of me were four Fours. Ironic, I know.

He... they seemed to be discussing something that I couldn’t understand at first, too shocked by what was right in front of me, and they also didn’t seem to have noticed me standing there. Each of them wore the robe in a different color, each one of the colors of the original robe of the hero of the four swords.

Oh, hero of the four swords, so that’s what it means!

Not liking the idea of just standing there watching, or even leaving and them never even finding out that I knew their secret, I cleared my throat to get their attention. It seemed to work, they all looked at me surprised and somewhat shocked, becoming quiet immediately.

— Oh, calm down! It’s not what you’re thinking. – The one wearing the green tunic began, triggering the reaction of the others.

— Well, unless you’re thinking that we’re Four divided, then it’s exactly what you’re thinking! – The one in red said, receiving na elbow from the one in blue.

— It’s okay, we can explain everything. – The one in purple said, not seeming really worried about the situation.

It took me a while to process all of this, but I think it’s okay, after all, it’s Four. They are Four.

— Hm, okay, then explain. – I said, finding myself again at the wall nearby with my arms crossed, waiting.

— Well... we’re Four. – The green one replied, saying what I had already assumed.

— So Four is like, four people in one?

— Not exactly, more like we’re a quarter of one person each. We’re different parts of Four, different sides of it. – The one in purple explained better, and I thought I was starting to understand.

— And I suppose that’s because of the sword.

— Exactly. – the one in blue confirmed.

Right. It’s not that absurd. Just complex and strange. But reasonable.

— And what should I call you? One, two, three and four? – I asked, making the one in red laugh.

— We answer to Green, Red, Blue and Vio. – Green corrected me.

— Oh, right, that makes sense. – I sighed. That’s a lot for one night. – Do the others know?

— No, only Wild. And we prefer to keep it that way, understand? – Blue said, almost sounding like a threat, I just nodded.

Before I could speak I felt someone hug me suddenly. Red grabbed me affectionately, looking happy. If each one represents a feeling of Four’s, I guess this one is love.

— I’m so glad you know this now! I’ve wanted to tell you for a while, but the others didn’t agree. – He said, mumbling about his other parts. – And you’re taking it so well, how nice! Now we can get to know each other even better.

I laughed softly, I never thought I’d see the Blacksmith act so affectionately, it was kind of adorable. And to think that this is literally a part of him, it’s nice to be able to get to know this side of him.

— Okay, I’m still trying to figure this all out, but it’s actually pretty cool. It’s kind of like Four multiplied, all advantages. – I said without thinking very well, and mentally cursed myself for it. Okay, I went around saying that shit anyway, go ahead and confess that you have a crush on him... them.

Luckily, they didn’t seem to notice, or didn’t show it, the next thing I saw was Red being pulled by the hood by Blue, forcing him to let go of me.

— Okay, that’s enough, don’t be so clingy! Do you want to scare her, idiot?!

— Hey, you know you’re calling yourself an idiot too, right, genius?

— No, I’m calling you an idiot, you’re the idiot part, I’m the cool part!

— But we’re the same person!

The two argued back and forth, heavens, I’m still going to go crazy one of these days. The other two got closer to me, avoiding the brawlers.

— Don’t worry, ignore them, they’re a little nervous with your presence. – Green explained, generating more doubts in me.

— Why would they be nervous?

— Oh, it’s because- ouch! – He was cut off by a poor thing on the back of the neck from Vio. – Oh, nothing, forget it.

Oh, I can see it’s going to be a long night.

[bepisbee]

Artist

It just started as something stupid. His teacher had once again taken away his book for reading in class. His work was done! Vio still got angry at that. It was almost out of spite, that he began doodling in notebooks. It looked like he was working, and the teachers were satisfied. Sure he was excited that Grandpa Smith had allowed them to enroll after their adventure, but he was tired of them being so strict. He kept it up for the year and forgot the next when he got a better teacher.

He never kicked the habit, though. When he was finished with his book and couldn’t get up for another, when he wasn’t allowed to after a test, (which he also thought was stupid and made him angry), and sometimes just to unwind.

He started drawing places and people. Current and past. Detailed drawings. By the time they were all adults it was more than just a little habit, it was something he honestly enjoyed. It was also something he never bothered to tell his brothers.

Vio rolled up his purple knit sweater sleeves, sitting cross legged on the Smith’s rooftop. Crisp fall air bit at his nose and fingertips, but Vio found the sensation refreshing and satisfying. Where Blue wouldn’t be caught dead in the cold, he enjoyed it immensely. He drew the landscape beyond the home. His page was about three-quarters into the well worn book. He wished he had known that night it would be last time in a long time he would see that sight, or he would have finished the drawing.

In his defense, no one expects several different versions of himself to appear from a portal, despite being able to except seeing four.

Vio’s eyes are half lidded, out of focus, as their team talks. He was lost in thought, the topic of tonight’s ‘get to know you’ was hobbies.

“What about you?” Hyrule gently nudges his arm. Vio looked up,

“Hm?”

“He’s boring!” Blue interjects, waving a hand dismissively. “He reads and studies.”

“Oh,” he puts together what he was asked when not paying attention. “Well, I uh.” He looks sheepishly at his fellow color, mild guilt over keeping this from them. It’s not like it was some huge secret or anything, but by the time he felt comfortable saying anything it was too late since he had started. “Actually I do.” he mumbles and goes into his bag.

“Other than reading?” Blue snorts. “That doesn’t count we all already know that.”

“Blue, be nice.” Green scolds.

Vio hesitates, then silently hands over a very well worn drawing book. Hyrule seemed surprised.

“May I?” he opens it.

“Go ahead.” Vio takes a deep breath and lets it out, nervous. Red comes over, eyes bright in curiosity himself. Hyrule flips through some pages.

“Woah…” his admiration and awe brings over more of the chain, who lean over Hyrules shoulder to see. He stops flipping and stares with furrowed brows a moment. “Who is this?” He turns over to the page in question. He had forgotten about that one, Vio’s breath left him for a moment. It was a detailed work he had done on Shadow Link. From memory, but this was the best out of theirs. It was his profile, staring out the fire tower window in a rare moment of calm contemplation. It was one of the most realistically drawn pages in the book. Hyrule flipped to another page, “There’s a few of this guy, there all amazing. I feel like I am actually looking at them!”

Red froze when he saw what he was talking about, between the stiffness in his shoulders and Vio’s silence the group picked dup on the tension immediately. Hyrule sputtered to hand the book back.

“I-I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to intrude on something personal!” Vio puts his hands up and softly pushes it back towards him.

“No, no. It’s alright. I gave you permission to look. I forgot what was all in this one…” His tone was so much softer than the chain had ever heard. It even had Time looking over, who had been minding his own business. “Do you remember when we told you about our last adventure? When I had tried to convert our living shadow to our side from within?” He got nods. Red sat down next to him silently in support. “That’s them.” he pointed to the page it was on now, Shadow laughing over something stupid, fangs flashed. “There’s a little more to it than just that.”

“Well, no shit.” Legend snarks, trying to loosen the tension, “No one draws someone like that just because.”

“I tried to draw Wolfie once, but he wouldn’t sit still long enough for me to memorize the patterns on his fur.” Vio glanced at Twi, who grinned.

Vio smiles, “Yeah.” he was glad someone picked up on it. “We were…” he glanced at his brothers, “Close. I’m not sure what I would label it as.” his gaze lands with sad longing on the drawing. “I would do just about anything to just see them again.” Legend’s playful gaze, softened.

“I get that.” he put a hand on his shoulder as he walked back to spot around the fire. Some understanding passed between them. Twi also shared a look with Vio for a moment. Hyrule handed back the book.

“Thank you for sharing. Your drawings are really good! Maybe you could draw some of us sometime?” Vio flipped it to a more recent page and turned it around. Wild leaning over a pot with a contemplative look while Wind was running up behind her in the background, arms overflowing with different mushrooms, truffles, and plants. The next page with Wars and Sky sparing playfully, scarf billowing in the wind. in the corner of a page was a doodle of the wind waker and Twi’s clawshot with a few curious notes. Some similar doodles around the edges.

He flipped it to the unfinished page of the landscape from the roof.

“Cool!!” Wind pointed. “Hey, it’s me!” he beamed.

“...If you would like I could draw people for you, when we see them next. So you can keep it with you. Like Sun, or Aryll.” he offers. “Or I can do my best on descriptions.” he meets Legend’s eyes for a moment.

“That sounds really nice Vio,” Hyrule sits back down in his spot now too. “I wish I could draw like that. I don’t have many hobbies outside of my magic.” he changes the subject. Just like that it was over and moved on. He felt a little lighter after sharing, though. Blue stopped him that evening before bed, quietly mumbling an apology for making him sound like he only cared about books, he really hadn’t meant it like that but sometimes his ribbing sounded more serious than he meant. Vio gave him a shoulder pat, a true gesture of acceptance, considering his aversion to touch. They were good. They would always be. And if Vio maybe drew the chain sleeping at the camp, well who would know? He was just grateful Hyrule hadn’t commented on his tiny corner doodles of Shadow, and what he might think about things.

Vio looked at the page wistfully, homesick. At least he had good friends, and his brothers. It made him feel a little less lonely. He turned to the page of Shadow’s profile. Vio fell asleep like that, leaned up against the log and page on Shadow.

In the morning, he had a blanket around his shoulders.

[blackstarchanx3new]

Four Swords Returns pages 105-108

Drawing Blue more has made me realize I love him more. UwU

Weirdly I've heard the English translation does him dirty. I hope I've done his character justice. I really don't want him to just be "The mean asshole one nobody likes"

Green is infinitely more hard to characterize because he's diet watered down Link lmfao. I feel he's the most OOC out of the FSR cast but...WHAT PERSONALITY DID HE HAVE TO BEGIN WITH? X'D

Literally every single Link from Akira's works have more personality in their left pinky than Green has in his entire body and it's hilarious.

[lucky-clover-gazette]

Let the Soft Animal of Your Body Loathe What it Loathes

(AKA: Urban Fantasy Cozy Mystery Creature Cafe AU)

(AKA: Remlit Vio AU)

Happy holidays! This fic is my entry to the Four Swords 2023 Gift Exchange, for known Remlit Vio enjoyer @kaenith. The concept has been living rent-free in my head for months, and this is what I have to show for it. There are totally no dragons in this story, though. Must have just slipped my mind.

Rated G | Vidow-centric, but everyone's here | 20,964 words (I know. I know. Please take your time with this, nobody should feel obligated to read it all at once.)

The remlit floats mid-air behind the bar, his large ears keeping him aloft. He scowls harder than Shadow has ever seen before, and growls menacingly. “Mister Cranky, no!” Shadow exclaims, eyes wide with horror. “Oh, for the love of—my name is Vio!”

(also thank you to mina @zarvasace for organizing this event!)

[casual-praxis]

Ooh the Green and Red art just gave me a thought, what are their interactions like, romantic or otherwise? They're the most cheerful of the group, so I bet they spend a lot of time kissing and cuddling 🥺❤️

Aaa I love thinking about the dynamics between everyone! I've been meaning to make a chart or something to keep all my thoughts together, but this'll do for now!

Green and Red definitely have the most overly affectional side of the relationship covered (though Shadow is a very close second), they display it in different ways, but the result is still the same.

Green shows that he cares by paying close attention to the others; always being available to talk to, keeping track of everyone's likes and dislikes, planning proactively to keep them safe, etc. This does put a lot of stress on him (but he pushes through because that's just how he is), and that's where Red comes in. Red is so much more in tune with emotions than any of the others - able to read subtle tells in movements, expressions, and vocal inflections, and knowing exactly how to react accordingly.

If Green starts to show signs of stress, then Red will linger around the ranch more, taking over some of Green's self-imposed responsibilities and offering an outlet to vent to (which is rare, but sometimes exchange requests are just a little too demanding). Green isn't really one for casual physical contact, but Red is an easy exception to that.

Often times Red just existing too close sets off that "he's so cute I'm going to die" reaction in Green, and Red is fully aware of this (he only occasionally exploits it to get what he wants). They spend a lot of their downtime cuddled up together, usually joined by one or more of the others eventually. Green likes to have his arms wrapped around Red to some extent, and Red likes to be held so it works out.

So far Green is the only one who hasn't made out with Red in the Desert specifically, but at this point, who knows how long that'll last for. It's only a matter of time lmao.

[asofspades]

I accept suggestions for panels from the four swords manga I could redraw or do in colour for the anniversary of the Legendary edition next week

Please suggest something, preferably with all 4 of them but I'm sure I could find time to do a small collage of a singular panel of each of them.

I need these suggestions please

[spadeprincesss]

READ LEFT TO RIGHT!

So here’s that Vidow comic I promised! More context under the cut!!

So this scene takes place pretty much at the climax of my AUs main storyline. I won’t give everything away but as the castle is being attacked Vio does the smart thing (or is it?) and takes the high ground to snipe at enemies down below using his bow. He miscalculates greatly thinking he isn’t a priority target in this attack, so is surprised when an enemy mage seeks him out and well… almost blows him up.

Yes Vio lives don’t worry. How, you may ask? Well he used his own magic to avoid being blown apart, but it wasn’t enough to nullify the full blast.

I know a lot of people enjoy and are interested in how Shadow works in my AU, how his appearance/outfits are dependent on his state of mind. I’ll make a separate post explaining that but here we have a sneak peak of how it affects him, though not the full scope quite yet.

Will Shadow go apeshit? Well let’s just say… look forward to my next few posts… :)

(ps i know I said this was supposed to he shadow saving vio but close enough heh)

Sort of Part 2 out now!!

[shattered-reflections-au]

Fluffvember 15, In the firelight/candlelight / “I love you”

--- --- --- this is late i know, sorry!

Blue got Red settled in bed, turning to Red's extensive candle collection, pulling a lighter off of his desk to light them.

Blue turned back to Red, his beloved all swaddled up in numerous blankets, wet hair still dripping down his face.

"i'm sorry I dragged you through the rain." Blue said, tucking some wet bangs behind Red's ear.

Red sighed. "it's alright, I should have brought an umbrella." he said. and yeah, in hindsight, winter being what it was, snow or rain, an umbrella could be helpful.

"as long as you let me..." Blue trailed off, climbing into Red's bed. Blue waited until he was right beside Red to finish.

"UNDER YOUR UMBERELLA~" he hollered. "ELLA- ELLA- ELLA- AY- AY- AY- AY-"

Red grumbled, dragging Blue down into a laying position.

"you're horrible at singing." Red groaned.

"I thought you liked my singing-" Blue interjected.

Red rolled his eyes. "yeah, when you try."

Blue scoffed, pulling Red ontop of him.

"here, i won't sing any more. So you can still love me," Blue said dramatically.

Red rolled his eyes again. "I love you Blue, you know that." Red said matter-of-factly.

Blue got a playful look on his face. "oh? do i? maybe i need to hear it again to know." "i love you." "really? say it again then."

"i love you."

"hmmm, i don't think i quite get it yet."

"i love you."

"how about one more time?" Blue persuaded, shit eating grin on his face as Red huffed in frustration.

Red got up, sitting back on his knees as he straddled Blue's hips.

"I RED JONES AM FIRMLY IN LOVE WITH BLUE. AND IF YOU CAN'T UNDERSTAND THAT BLUE THEN YOU NEED TO GET YOUR HEARING CHECKED." Red yelled as loud as he could, his voice echoing off the walls.

Blue blushed hard. "okay, okay, I get it."

--- --- ---

Green had overlooked the off-key singing from his brother that came from upstairs. He was too wrapped up in "avoiding" spoilers for the new season of his favourite show to care.

The screaming from Red was what finally got him.

He turned to Vio, comfortably watching a show and drinking his sleepytime tea.

"i will never understand their foreplay." Green said.

Vio spat out his tea.

[vagueandominousvibes]

I found a forgotten Red/Blue/Green fanfic in my folder. It's good enough to start a new life on Ao3: