Feb 18, 2021
Wild, impaled with a sword: This is fine. I’m fine.
Twilight, dying inside: You are not fine!
Hyrule, in the distance crying and suffering a mental breakdown: Why is he like this?
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Wild, impaled with a sword: This is fine. I’m fine.
Twilight, dying inside: You are not fine!
Hyrule, in the distance crying and suffering a mental breakdown: Why is he like this?
Link/Wild riding into battle on with his divinely gifted companion, Aoife. :)
Wind’s hair is lowkey too yellow, doesn’t match the tan i gave him but considering this is a sketch...eh.
I lost motivation to finished this after completing the line work so have this coloured sketch.
Also, yeah, Wind is older here. approx. 16 (Admittedly i don’t known his canon age but i see him as 14?) and Wild is 10.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Characters: Wild, Hyrule & Wind
“Hey, you look like you’re going to throw up!”
“Yeah—and your commentary is really helping me.”
Prompt 1 - Late Night Wander
Prompt from Clean Writing Prompts
Characters: Wild & Twilight
“Dude—we talked about this!”
“Yeah, and about a hundred other things—I’m stressed, okay?!”
......
It was the soft shuffling of fabric that snapped Twilight to focus. Bleary eyes searched for the disturbance in time to spot Wild sneaking out of camp.
Twilight frowned, okay, why was Wild being sneaky this time? Wild getting up in the middle of the night wasn’t exactly uncommon, the damn kid had a weird ass sleep schedule that none of them could make heads or tails of. Whenever they had thought they had finally figured it put—low and behold, Wild does the exact opposite of what they thought he’d do!
That also includes his actions when the sun was up too.
Sometimes, Twilight questions if Wild is even Hylian with the impossible shit he gets up too that it’s not even funny. He’s sure Wild is going to make him grow grey hairs twenty years early.
Still, Twilight quickly chucks a pebble at Warriors who jerks awake, hand instinctively going for his sword before sensing no actual danger.
“Hey,” Twilight whispered.
Warriors’ sleepy gaze sharpened, “What?”
Twilight stood, “Wild’s wandering, I’m gonna follow.”
He didn’t wait for a response, instead, he hurried after Wild. Twilight shifted into Wolfie once he was sure Warrior could no longer see him. This way, Twilight could track Wild far easier.
When Twilight DOES find the kid, he doesn’t know what to do other than—exhale.
Honestly.
Wild had shoved on that ridiculous Bokoblin mask, even while in Twilight’s own Hyrule, the brat managed to sneak in despite how the mask looks nothing like these Bokoblins. Twilights inclined to say that it is because his Bokoblins were probably the dumbest of all Bokoblins they’d encountered but still—
But to Twilight bewilderment, Wild, unlike every other time they’d found the kid doing this, immediately starts slaughtering the group of six.
Twilight is so dumbfounded that he doesn’t move from his spot until Wild had killed them all and was now simply repeatedly stabbing the final kill over and over with a blank-ass look on his face.
A look that said: dead inside.
A pretty good Legend impression if Twilight is being honest.
Twilight exhaled again and shifted back from four legs to two. Hands-on hips, lips pursed, brows scrunched, Twilight waits for Wild to acknowledge him.
Nope.
Wild was doing some serious dissociation.
A frown pulled at his brows in worry.
“Wild.”
Said Hylian finally blinked and paused his motion of stabbing the poor dead monster to stare up at Twilight, “Huh?”
“What are you doing?”
Again Wild blinks and he looks down at the Bokoblin his sword was currently impaling to the ground. A second blink before his brows shot up, “…Huh,” he repeated. He turned to Twilight with a sheepish expression, “Whoops.”
In a burst of frustration, Twilight ruffled his hair and said, “Wild—we talked about this!”
“Yeah,” Wild squawked in return, “and about a hundred other things—I’m stressed, okay?!”
“Stressed?!”
“For the love of Hylia, Twi! Let me get it out of my system!”
Twilight yanked Wild back to camp by his ear.
Link being done with the world :)
Writers block can suck my--
Anyway, my collection of one-shots should start up again soon. i just stopped updating it, along with my other stuff, for like three weeks now and its because i couldn’t write anything i liked. Should have a few sketches up soon for this story :)
A well deserved nap
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Characters: Wild & Twilight
“Kid, you can’t always run from your problems. One day you’re gonna have to face them, or you’ll run yourself right off a cliff!”
“Falling to death doesn’t sound too bad.”