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[linkeduniverse]

There are already characters in town who won't stop to talk to you (like castle town in TP). So of all the dialogue to include for the characters who WILL stop and talk…why specifically say she knows nothing…hmmmmmmmmm?

2. Where the hero of warriors first saw… H e r ...💘 (messing with lighting but I didn't like how muddy the colors ended up)

[wyvernfeathers]

Always good to see Jojo’s art.

[wyvernfeathers]

A Mostly Spoiler-free guide to Legend of Zelda II

Having played Legend of Zelda II and finished it, I thought maybe I would write up some tips for other people thinking of playing it. I know some people - like members of my family - who prefer to not be outright told where to go, what to do, and how to solve the puzzle, but to just be given hints - at least until they’ve had a chance to try to figure it out for themselves. So, here’s a list of such hints for such players who want to figure out as much as possible themselves with only a little help.

1. Level up early and often. The higher your level, the fewer hits it takes to kill enemies and the less magic you use up casting spells. You won’t believe how much more manageable that formerly unkillable boss is when he dies in five hits instead of seven - and even more so when he dies in three instead of five! 

It takes more points to level up the higher the level you are, so you definitely want to do the grinding right at the start, when you need to earn only a few hundred points per level. Completing a palace automatically gains you a level, so grind early and you can earn the last, hardest levels through them. You’re definitely going to want to be at max levels by the time you face the last palace. 2. Explore the map. You increase your health and magic by finding hearts and potion bottles hidden throughout the land. You’ll likely want those maxed out too, so there’s your incentive for exploring off-trail. That’s also how you’ll find extra lives. You won’t have to explore every inch of the marshes, thankfully, since you won’t want to travel through those more than you have to. You just need to look in the general area of the trails and caves when it comes to the marshes. Most of the hearts and such aren’t super hard to find, except for that one heart that’s on an invisible fork off an invisible path! That one also comes with an in-game hint (although the hint is very vague). 3. A few hints about taking out some of the tougher enemies: Fokka are described as some the hardest enemies in the game, but I heard a tip that you’re supposed to defeat them by jump-thrusting them as they jump over you. I found this to be immensely helpful, as using this tactic, they could still be very hard, but I never found them impossible. Some other well-defended enemies can be taken out more easily by jumping and striking their heads on the way down (this is NOT down-thrusting). 4. Finally, enemies never attack you as long as you’re on a path.

[cynderrfall]

Snow bros

[gaylactic-fire]

The way the LU fandom (and outside the fandom) treats Jojo honest to god makes me fear if my own Linkverse ever took off the way LU did. If my AU got big would I suddenly be placed on a pedestal and expected to have all my work to a certain quality? Would people try and fight/ harrass others on my behalf? Would I have people who despise my guts because I dared to set boundaries on content I don't wanna see with my characters? Would those people then try and claim the characters don't "technically" belong to me so actually they are allowed to do whatever they want with them? Would I get criticism aimed at me because of shit people in my fandom did outside of my control? Would I have people still consuming my AU who actively hate me and let it be known very regularly?

All this and more because I made a popular AU with some funny elf dudes.

[wyvernfeathers]

Linktober 25: Zelda Or Tetra, in this case. I liked Tetra a lot in Wind Waker. She was a lot of fun, and it was rather disappointing when they made her hide down in the castle until the end game.

[wyvernfeathers]

Artist has vanished.

Noooooo, Fuwafuwallen has left Tumblr!

[gaylactic-fire]

Recently we lost an amazing writer in the LU fandom and I am fucking fuming over it. Why? Because they were driven away by anonymous harassment. By vulgar and degrading messages sent by spineless cowards and bullies. It absolutely shocks me to know there are people in the fandom willing to go to these lengths.

There are plenty of people in the LU fandom I dislike. There are plenty of people in any given fandom I dislike, actually because everyone is different and I cannot be expected to like everyone in an online space. But if your solution to disliking someone is anonymous harassment then you are a weak, disgusting coward. If any of the harassers are reading this I genuinely hope karma comes for you in the worst way possible you fucking freak.

To everyone else reading this, I have only two requests which I would very much appreciate if you could do:

1: Go send a nice and encouraging message to @heroineoftwilight . Give them love. They deserve it after all this BS.

And 2: Reblog this post. Spread the word. Let your followers know you are anti-harassment. We have already lost one too many people to harassment, we don’t need more.

And a huge thank you to everyone who does this. Thank you for being The Real Ones™️ of LU. I do not want to see anything like this in the fandom ever happened again. It breaks my heart.

[wyvernfeathers]

And now it’s happening to Jojo herself.... it just keeps getting better, doesn’t it?

[wyvernfeathers]

NGL, pretty disappointed, people.

I hesitated to join Tumblr at first, because the word going around the Internet is that Tumblr is a horrid, toxic place, full of nasty, immature people. I joined solely for LU - and because of the geniality I then saw in members of the LU Fandom. But now, thanks to certain other people here I've seen for myself why people avoid Tumblr and speak derogatorily about it. 

Let me remind you that Jojo owes us NOTHING. Not one story, not one shipping, not one character with XYZ traits, not even art in general! She could stop making LU comics today, with Sunset pt.8 being the last one there ever is. And she could very well be tempted to, since she worked hard to give us, not one, but TWO beautiful comic pages, with excellent anatomy, gorgeous coloring and shading, stunning attention to detail, and marvelous and thorough characterization the likes of which is rarely seen even in stuff done by professionals, all for FREE. And multiple people here have responded by to starting a crusade against her over... a single word in quotation marks. Musashi is the biggest and worst offender I've seen, leading the crusade against Jojo with posts attacking and accusing her of hurting people with DID and "stepping on our f______ throats", telling people to stop giving her money and avoid doing anything to let her benefit from her hard work that she does because WE have told her we love it and want to see more.  Themisadventurecrew has also played a large part in the crusade, posting multiple accusatory posts to encourage the witch-hunt against Jojo. And now that Jojo has clarified her words and even apologized for the misunderstanding caused by people searching with a fine-toothed comb for reasons to be offended, all these same people can do is cite everything he/she thinks is wrong with the apology - or just ignore it entirely.

If you find Jojo's art so offensive, then block her and LU, RIGHT NOW, and never have any thing to do with it again. But don't go harassing a skilled and thoughtful artist who is responsive to her audience just because YOU can't handle a single word in quotation marks. Your hateful and Inquisition-like actions have drained me of every last ounce of respect I would otherwise have for you.

I've seen many on Tumblr refrain from partaking in the crusade against Jojo, and I'm glad to see that there are several people who have stood up for Jojo and supported her, and even outright condemned the outrageous crusade. I applaud all of you such people for that. That said, I’m now thinking Tumblr is not a place I want to stay in the long term. And Jojo, please do NOT feel obligated to put up with anyone’s hate. You have every right to block and deny your work to anyone harassing you.

[war-in-time]

Love the fact that this fandom harassed and bullied someone for making a grammatical mistake despite that fact that English is not their native language. I don’t know who needs to hear this but English is a hard language, even harder as a second language because of how specific certain spellings and grammars can get.

People are allowed to make mistakes, that’s how they grow. But there is never a good reasons to harass someone over a mistake. Message a creator in private if you have a question or concern and be respectful, that’s the best way to get to a resolution without hurting anyone further.

Lastly remember that this is a fan comic and there is no obligation from Jojo to continue making it, especially if she receives hate over it.

I’m asking everyone to stay civil and be respectful to Jojo and to each other. This is something done for fun because each of us loves the Zelda games and the different Links.

[wyvernfeathers]

THIS. A THOUSAND TIMES THIS. LISTEN TO THIS, PEOPLES.

[war-in-time]

While I do think some things got blown a bit out of proportion in terms of the LU update, a lot of systems in the fandom felt othered by the term system being in quotes. I think they at least have a right to be offended by that. Truthfully, she didn't need to point out specific headcanons that many people use for Four, she could have simply explained how it worked and called it a day. Or even just not explain it at all, but that's just my opinion.

The quotations thing was the grammar mistake that I was referring to. Looking at English without going on a deep dive into grammar quotations are used very often and not always correctly. I personally did not know the use outside of dialogue or citations until a few months ago when a history professor explained that “quotation” done as such are meant to refer to something that is believed by someone else but isn’t true or real. Which is indeed in very poor taste, but also something that I did not know as an ESL person.

And yes people do have a right to be upset about it, but that still doesn’t give them a right to be malicious. Like I said the situation could have been handled in private by directly messaging Jojo instead of blowing up the forums.

Lastly the explanation comes into world/character building. We have to keep in mind that this is based on the games and lots of these links are mixed from different titles. Four is one of those mixed characters and an explanation for how his powers work was something that warranted a discussion. You need to keep in mind that everything that’s going on is a headcanon, this is her personal take on it and it is different from others. Comparing her own take to others is not uncommon and people do it regularly when making new headcanons and rebranding older ones.

Now I want to be clear that people have the right to be upset but I do not believe in harassing creators for their work. There have also been a lot of people that have stated themselves as not being systems that were being hateful towards Jojo. Please don’t be that person. Don’t speak over people that have a disability that you do not have to struggle and live with. It’s disrespectful to both the creator and people with DID when talking on their behalf.

Lastly thank you for not hiding behind an anon, and being civil in your ask. I also do not want to discredit anything that you are saying, this is also my person take on the situation but as an immigrant I will be taking Jojo’s side and defending her on this matter.

[wyvernfeathers]

Excellent take.

[alasse-earfalas]

Hello, fellow Linked Universe fans! I have DID and some very strong opinions about Jojo’s explanation of how the Four Sword works in LU.

What are those opinions? I agree with Jojo.

I’ve been wanting to rant about the common fan interpretation of Four being a system for a while now, and I guess now I have an opening. 

(full rant after the break)

Keep reading

[classiccheesecake]

It’s Loz anniversary!! :D

What were y’all’s first game of the series?

The first Zelda game I actually beat was Breath of the Wild

[skyward-sapphic-deactivated2022]

Skyward Sword!!!

[spirit-tracks]

Spirit Tracks 💕💕🚂🚃🚃

[luwyv]

Wind Waker!!

[mmmwaffles]

Phantom Hourglass ✌️

[w1lmutt]

Ocarina of time :D

[wyvernfeathers]

First game I played was the First. First game I finished was Link to the Past.

[little-waterboiler]

You know...I don't want to play the devil's advocate and probably am wrong...

But this gave me major Anakin Skywalker marches the Jedi temple vibes. I could almost hear the music.

Also, how did Wild know where they are? How did he get there this quickly?

I mean there's always the reasoning of trauma considering what happened to the champions, but let's be honest, this feels slightly ooc.

Being so damn insistent to see Twi to shove another teammate away?

Plus last we saw him he didn't wear his cape. Why would he put his cape on while running there? It'd slow him down.

Even Four who's known to be very observative and level-headed found it necessary to split for this. Because he saw this isn't like Wild at all. Vio said it.

I fear this particular Wild might be actually Dark posing as him. And Four figured it out, hence felt he alone wouldn't be enough to stop him and thus needed to split.

[wyvernfeathers]

Yes, the cape-walk entrance IS dramatic! But this all feels pretty in character, to me. Remember how many friends Wild has lost in battle. Now people keep telling him he's going to lose another one. Notice how every time Four refers to Twi being in danger of dying, Wild starts freaking out all the more. He's been pushed far enough into a panic to act solely on instinct, without thinking, and what's every Link's instinct when someone is in danger? To run to them to save them, of course. And remember Wild’s trauma may make that instinct even more likely to override reason. Yeah, once he gets to Twi he'll realize he can't actually do anything, but right now he won't think of that. I suppose the next secret to come out might be the horrors of Wild’s own sad past.

[minty-mumbles]

True Colors

Summary: Monsters are stupid, but they do have excellent color vision, and can recognize patterns almost as well as Hylians. This leads to some misunderstandings.

Or:

Monsters assume that Hylians operate under the same color system as they do.

Content Warning: Not much to note. A few Bokoblins die.

Author's Note: I wrote this to fill this prompt from @linkeduniverse-prompts. It got way out of hand and ended up being about 3k words longer than I expected. I have a cheat sheet about color meanings at the end.

(Read on AO3 Here)

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Greg wasn’t stupid. Well, he had been told plenty of times by his sisters that he was. He was a Red Bokoblin, and Reds weren't known for being very smart. (Not that any kind of Bokoblins were, but that was irrelevant to Greg.)

But personally, he felt he was a lot smarter than many of the others in his clan. Like Jeff.

Jeff was an idiot, even by Bokoblin standards.

It was because he was so intelligent, Greg thought, that he was able to devise a plan to sneak up on this group of travelers. (Truthfully, he wasn't being very sneaky. The group he was tracking was just being particularly unobservant at the moment.)

Greg had seen the perils of attacking first and asking questions later first hand. His brother, Derek, had done so, and picked a fight with the wrong group of travelers. Derek had paid the price for that mistake with his life. And then Derek II did the same... And then Derek III. And then there was Derek IV, who truthfully hadn’t made that poor of a choice in target. It was just plain unfortunate that that Hylian hero had shown up and lit him on fire. (Honestly, maybe his parents should stop naming their kids Derek.)

Not that picking a fight with the wrong Hylians was particularly hard to do for them. Their clan was mostly Reds, the lowliest and weakest of their kind. Only his eldest sisters were lucky enough to be born as Blues. If they went up against any Hylian but the weakest, they were in trouble.

So, yeah. Greg had seen many of his fellow clanmates fall to stupidity. He wasn’t going to be one of them.

At least he hoped so. Jeff might get him killed anyway. Greg didn't know why his sisters always put the two of them together for patrol duty.

Greg crept relatively silently through the bush towards the loudly chattering group of Hylians, letting out only an occasional squeal. Jeff, however, was moving as if he were a Hinox, and he was going to get them caught. Never mind Greg’s brilliant plan of sneaking up on the group of Hylians and seeing what they were up against first.

He turned to Jeff and tried to mime that he should stay here, while Greg got closer to check things out. Unfortunately, it just looked like flailing, with the occasional slap thrown in, and Jeff didn’t seem to understand. Thankfully, he seemed content to stay put. He had gotten distracted by a strange glowing blue ball halfway through Greg’s attempt at communication. Greg really didn't care, as long as Jeff shut up and didn’t move.

Greg crept further forward on his own. When he finally reached the treeline, he hid behind a fallen log, and set about observing the group.

Immediately, his malice-filled veins ran cold.

This was not an ordinary group of travelers.

The intricacies of the Hylians’ marking system were somewhat lost on Monsters as a whole, and although he prided himself on his above-average intelligence, Greg was no exception. The Bokoblin marking system was very straightforward. Those who were Red, like Greg, were the weakest. Then came the Blues, then the Blacks, the Whites, the Silvers, and then the mightiest of all Bokoblins, the Golds. It was quite simple. It telegraphed their ranks and battle prowess nicely, both to other Bokoblins, and to their enemies. Greg thought it was rather thoughtful to give their enemies a heads up on what they were going to be fighting.

Hylians were not in the habit of returning that favor. No Bokoblin had managed to really make heads or tails of their marking system. There were only a few accepted truths that all young Bokoblins are taught.

Brown was the most common coloration, and was pretty much assumed to be similar to Red Bokoblins. There wasn’t anything particularly special about the Browns, except that they were good at running away. A couple Reds could take down a Brown with no trouble.

Then there were the Whites. They were only really found near central Hyrule, near one of the Great Hylian Camps. They were much faster than the Browns and actually seemed to know what they were doing with weapons. They were also very good at sneaking. Greg knew that many camps had been wiped out by White Hylians.

Then there were the Reds. These were possibly the strangest of all the colors. Greg’s sire had told him that they were to be treated, cautiously, as allies. They never attacked Bokoblins without provocation, and they even occasionally teamed up with Bokoblins to take down the Hylians, especially the Whites.

Next up on the Hylian totem pole were the Blues. Personally, Greg thought it was weird that Hylians placed Blue above White, but Hylians as a whole were very strange. Except for a few sightings recently, Blues hadn’t been seen for many, many generations. Their legend persisted though, as they were perhaps the most consistent of all the Hylian colorations. If a Hylian had a bright blue coloring, you could assume that they would have high quality weapons, and would know what to do with them. Browns would even run towards them for protection, or so Greg was told.

They had been known for working together in large groups to bring down entire camps of Bokoblins. Greg had once been told that Bokoblins learned how to band together, and how to find safety in numbers from observing these Hylians.

And then.

And then there were the Greens.

If Blues were legendary, Greens were mythical. Sightings of them were few and very far between, which might have to do with the fact that the Bokoblins who saw them didn’t live to tell the tale. The destruction they wrought was so absolute that even if they hadn’t been seen for hundreds of years, their legend lived on.

(Greg himself had seen one, once. He had only lived because he had run away before the Green had spotted him. He usually tried not to think about it.)

So, yeah. Greg had been expecting a small group of Browns, perhaps some Whites or a Blue thrown in.

That was not what he had gotten.

This was an entire goddamn clan of Greens.

A loud yell from the pair closest to Greg covered up his shocked squeal, as his brain tried to process exactly how much danger he was in.

He could count seven Hylians in front of him, huddled around a campfire. The pair closest to him were wrestling on the ground. Distantly, Greg was reminded of how his sisters wrestled to assert dominance, but these Greens seemed to be much friendlier about it than his sisters were. They weren’t even drawing any blood. The one who currently seemed to be winning wore armor around his shoulder, and a stripe of bright blue around his neck.

That made Greg pause for a moment. Was this a Blue instead of a Green?

But no, the Hylian’s torso was covered in undeniable green.

Similarly, the one pinned under the Blue-Green wore a Red tunic, but under that, a dark Green gave him away. Perhaps the two were some sort of hybrid? The concept of hybrid Bokoblins was foreign. Bokoblins were always one color, but who knew with Hylians.

Most Hylians did not accept Reds into their groups, as they were hostile towards others of their own kind. Maybe that was why Blue-Green was wrestling with Red-Green?

A few yards away, another pair sat on a log watching the pair fight, with a third tending to a fire nearby. The two sitting on the log were the biggest Hylians Greg had seen in this group. If he had to pinpoint any of them as the leaders of this clan, it would be these two. One was covered in armor, which Greg had only seen on the most skilled Hylians, and only in small amounts. The fact that this Hylian was covered in the stuff was intimidating. Greg couldn’t really tell what color this Hylian was, as the armor covered him, but this must be the leader. He was big enough for it, and the one next to him seemed to be showing him a good amount of respect.

The Hylian sitting next to the Leader seemed more like the run-of-the-mill Green. (Not that any Green was run-of-the-mill, but whatever.) The most notable thing about him was the wolf pelt he wore around his shoulders, which did give Greg pause.

His sisters wore the skins of large animals they hunted, as a symbol of their higher status. Neither of them had a wolf pelt, though. Wolves were strong creatures, and best left alone. It could take an entire clan to take down a fully grown wolf, let alone a whole pack. The fact that this Hylian, who wasn’t even the leader of this clan, was wearing the wolf pelt so openly was clearly a warning.

The third was crouched over the fire, moving the logs around with a stick for some reason. This one was a White-Green, a long white covering over his shoulders. He was listening to the conversation between the Leader and Wolf-Pelt, occasionally adding his own thoughts.

Once Greg was able to get over his shock of seeing so many Greens in one place, he was able to see that they weren’t actually all Greens. Two of them, huddled closely together, were just wearing pale Blue. Not quite as concerning as the others, but still strong.

One of them was smaller than any of the others in the clearing. He wore a pale blue covering. Greg paused in confusion. In a group of powerful Greens, why would they tolerate a small, weak Blue? Clans could become stronger, as Greg’s was, as stronger Bokoblins were born. But if his clan was made up of Blues, and a Red was born, they would be killed or driven out. There was no room for weakness.

But then again, Hylians were very strange. Perhaps, since this Blue was obviously a youngling, they had simply not matured into their adult Green coloration? It was possible.

The youngling was crouched over a strange flat rock, held by the other Blue. Now, this one was the same size as the others in the group, and obviously an adult. The excuse of being a youngling did not apply to him.

So why….?

The Blue shifted, lifting the strange rock, and handing it off to the Youngling, joined the White-Green near the fire. As he did, Greg caught sight of a familiar symbol on the rock.

An eye.

The symbol was not strange to him. It was scattered all over the land on large black rocks. However, to see it on a smaller rock like this… seemed familiar, and not in a good way.

Greg strained his memory to try to remember when he had seen this before, and then it hit him.

He had seen this strange rock before, when Derek IV was killed. He had gone after a pair of Brown Hylians who had unwisely traveled off the road. Greg, still being quite young at that point, had hung back to see how it was done. It had gone well for a while. Derek IV chased the pair, swinging a club at them, while the Hylians screeched in fear and scrambled away.

Then, swooping down from the sky like a bird of prey, a Blue Hyalin descended. True to legend, Greg had watched the Browns scramble toward the newcomer for protection. Derek IV, likely having fallen asleep during their sire’s lessons, did not register the danger of this Hylian’s color, and ran straight towards the group.

Greg had watched in horror as his brother was cut down with graceful ease. He hadn’t even had time to squeal a battle cry before he was falling to the earth with a flaming sword buried in his side.

He continued to stare in mounting terror as the Blue bent down and harvested his brother's teeth. The Blue had even taken Derek IV’s weapon for his own before his brother finally took enough fire damage, and broke down into smoke, disappearing.

The Blue had approached the Browns, who hadn’t even looked disgusted at the looting of a body, and had instead gifted the Blue food as a token of appreciation for his protection.

Greg came to a sudden realization. This was no Blue. He was colored like one, but he was alone. According to legends, Blues came in packs, ruthlessly efficient in working together. Besides that, Greg could imagine only one color that was that efficient at killing.

Greens.

Greg didn’t know why this Green was disguised as a Blue, But he didn’t stick around to find out. The last thing he caught sight of was a strange rock on the Green’s hip, with an ominous eye on the front of it. He had booked back to the safety of his clan’s camp. Not that he harbored any delusions that anyone in his clan would survive if the Green-in-Disguise found them.

Thankfully, he hadn’t, and Greg had grown up trying desperately not to fall into the same trap of attacking first and finding out the consequences later as Derek IV had.

Now, the same strange eye symbol was back, on the same strange rock, in the possession of the same Green-in-Disguise. Well, the same clan, at least. The Youngling was still fiddling with the rock, occasionally calling out to the Green-in-Disguise. Greg could only assume it must be some type of weapon, if a Green was in possession of it.

Greg stumbled back, turning to flee. He had saved himself once by fleeing in the face of one Green, and he wouldn’t make the mistake of trying to take on seven Greens at once.

Wait- hold that thought. A rustle in the bushes on the opposite side of the clearing caught his eye. Against his better judgment, he crept back to look. If that was Jeff coming to look for him, and he stumbled into the encampment of a clan of Greens in the process, Greg was not going to be helping him.

Fortunately, (or unfortunately, Greg thought privately,) it wasn’t Jeff. It was two more Greens.

Greg felt faint, and nearly swooned on the spot as Wolf-Pelt called out in greeting to the two new arrivals.

These two new arrivals were underwhelming. They were both small. In fact, one of them was even smaller than the youngling already in the camp. His coloring was a strange mash-up of Blue, Red, and, oddly, Purple, which was a color that Greg had never heard of Hylians being. But he also had Green, plain as day. Greg had to wonder if this Four-Color was even younger than the Youngling. Maybe it wasn’t certain yet what his strength level was going to be?

The other was of a more reasonable height for a Hylian, although not as big as many of the others. He had brown coloration peeking out from underneath his green. Perhaps this was the weakest of them all? But again, if he was tolerated in this, frankly overpowered, clan of Greens, then there must be more to him than meets the eye.

But these two new arrivals, no matter how unthreatening they looked, meant the clan now numbered nine. Greg had never seen a Bokoblin clan this large, let alone a Hylian one, at least outside of the Great Hylian Camps. Normally, Hylians only traveled in small groups.

This was bad. If an entire clan of Greens had appeared in Hyrule, then the Hylians were getting stronger. He had to report this to his sisters.

With a determined grunt, Greg turned back to where he had left Jeff. He needed to collect him, and then head back. Under the circumstances, he didn’t think his sisters would care about them not finishing their patrol route.

When he arrived back to the place he left Jeff, his brother was still absorbed with kicking around that strange glowing blue ball from before. Greg didn't know what it was, but at this point he didn’t particularly care. He just wanted to get back to the slight safety of their camp.

Just as he was about to squeal at his brother that it was time to go, he heard a shout from behind him. It was one of the Greens, calling out. For a moment, Greg was worried that they had been discovered.

Then, he didn’t have to wonder anymore.

The weird glowy ball that Jeff had been playing with exploded in blue light. Before Greg could even shield his eyes against the light, it was over. The explosion had taken Jeff out in one hit. His brother's body was already disappearing into smoke, leaving nothing behind.

Greg knew they had been discovered. Somehow, this whole situation must have been a trap, and it had been set up by the Greens. They must have known that Greg was there the entire time.

These Greens were terrifying. Greg could hear Hylian footsteps moving in his direction, and booked it out of the clearing. He wasn't sticking around for them to find him. He was leaving.

At least his sisters couldn't put him with Jeff on patrol anymore.

~~~

It was a rather chilly night. The seasons were just changing in his Hyrule, splashes of reds and golds dotted here and there as some trees started to shed their leaves, and the autumn air wasn’t exactly warm or balmy.

The group usually waited until Wild was ready to make dinner to start a fire, but not tonight. Sky volunteered to collect firewood, and only stopped to set down his pack before leaving to search for kindling. Four and Hyrule also left to scout the area, and make sure there weren't any threats lingering nearby.

Wild helped Time and Twilight move some fallen logs into the clearing for makeshift benches, and then collapsed onto the nearest one. He sighed, and pulled his boots off, shaking a pebble out of the left one that had been bothering him for hours. He didn’t immediately put the boots back on, letting his feet relax after a long day of walking.

Wind settled next to him, Time and Twilight not far off. Legend and Warriors were already bickering about something or another, snarking at each other for where they were perched across the empty fire ring.

Wind sniffed next to him. “Goddess, Wild, your feet stink! Why did you take your shoes off?”

Wild very maturely stuck out his tongue at the younger hero, pointedly ignoring Time’s muttered: “Don’t encourage him, we already have one squabbling pair, we don’t need another.” Wild stuck his dirty boots back in his slate, pulling out one of his cleaner pairs. Wind, forgetting the apparent stench, shifted closer in interest.

“So, how many different sets of clothing do you keep in there?” Wild shifted to show Wind his slate, swiping through the armor and clothing he accumulated on his journey.

“So, this is the Sheikah stealth set. It’s the first set of clothes I bought after waking up from my shrine. I got it in Kakariko. Before that, I was basically wearing a set of rags I found in my Shrine.”

A rustle from across the clearing drew Wild’s attention as Wind continued to poke at the slate. It was just Sky, carrying an armful of wood. Before the Skyloftian could start to set up the fire, Warriors took things one jeer too far, causing Legend to leap across the pit, tackling him off his log. Sky didn’t even do a double-take, ignoring the two wrestling near the side of the clearing, and started to get the fire going.

Next to Wild, Time and Twilight were watching the fight with interest. Twilight turned to Time. “Should we stop them?”

Time shrugged. “They’re not actually hurting each other, are they? Think of it as hand-to-hand combat training.” Twilight stared at Time as Legend got pinned underneath Warriors, and screeched, biting his hand in retaliation.

Time stared back. There was a moment of silence, before Time spoke again. “Fifty rupees that Legend wins.”

Twilight sighed, returning his gaze to the fighting pair. “You’re just as bad as the others sometimes, you know that?” Time just raised an eyebrow in question. Twilight groaned, defeated. “I’ll take that bet.”

Wild snorted. Twilight liked to pretend that he was less of a gremlin than the rest of them, but really, he just hid it better.

“Hey, isn’t that what the Warriors was teasing you about the other day?” Wind’s question brought Wild’s attention back to his slate. Showing on the screen was the Gerudo set, displayed on the digital form of Wild himself. “Wait, it’s yours?”

Wild’s hand darted out, covering the younger boy's mouth. “You will tell no one about this.” He hissed, eyes darting around the clearing, checking to see if anyone had heard. It looked like he was in the clear. It wasn’t that he was particularly ashamed of wearing those clothes, but he would rather spare himself the teasing he knew would be imminent if the group found out.

Wind batted his hand away from his mouth, grinning at him mischievously. “Okay, I won’t.” Wild waited, not believing that it would be that easy. “You have to make seafood curry for dinner though.” Wild hummed, considering. It wasn’t as bad as he thought Wind was going to demand.

“Alright,” He acquiesced. He was planning on making Creamy Vegetable Soup tonight, but he thought seafood curry was just as good. It was no trouble for him to switch up the menu. He had a couple of nice Progys in his slate they needed to eat anyways. He would have done this even if Wind just asked him, though, so he wasn’t sure why-

“But you have to make it spicy.” Wind insisted. Ah, there it was.

“Sure.” He shrugged. Most of the others wouldn’t be pleased. Seafood Curry had a lot of goron spice in it, at least it did the way Wild liked to make it. Wind, Legend, Four, and himself were the only ones in the group who could handle spice. He and Wind had grown up eating spicy food, and Legend traveled to very distant lands, building up a tolerance to all sorts of spices. Four could only tolerate spice occasionally. (It varied. Sometimes he couldn’t even handle a spiced meat skewer, and sometimes he inhaled the spiciest food Wild could make. It was very strange.) Most of the others in the group had low spice tolerance.

Usually, Wild acknowledged that fact in his cooking, and cut back on the spice, but since Wind was asking…

Well, he certainly wouldn’t complain.

He handed the slate off to Wind, rising to join Sky next to the fire, to make sure it was at the right temperature for seafood curry.

Another rustle from the bushes around the clearing drew his attention to the returning Hyrule and Four.

“Anything to report, boys?” It was Twilight who called out, as Time was still snickering at the sulking Warriors and his own purse, now fifty rupees heavier.

“Nothing of importance,” It was Four who answered, coming to sit next to Time. “There’s a stream a few minutes away, and we found a set of Bokoblins footprints, but they were days old.”

“Good, now we should-“ Wild’s attention was drawn away from both the fire and Twilight’s response by a call from Wind.

“Hey, Wild! What does this button do?” That sentence made dread well up in Wild’s stomach. There were only so many buttons to push on the slate, and Wild’s mind flashed back to a very crucial detail that he had forgotten.

He spun around, nearly hitting Sky with the stick he had been using to poke the fire. He could barely get out a shrieked “Wait!” Before there was an ominous click, a moment of tense silence, then-

BOOM.

Right. The bomb he had dropped earlier, and had forgotten to dissipate.

He pinched the bridge of his nose, feeling all the world like he was every one of his one hundred and seventeen years. He let out a slow breath, feeling everyone’s eyes on him. Was this what Twilight felt like all the time? He needed to go easier on his mentor.

“That button explodes things, Wind.”

A silent, judgmental stare from Time told him to fix the mess he’d created. With a huff, he heaved himself to his feet, and motioned for Wind to follow him. “Come on, kid. Let’s go do damage control.”

~~~

A/N: You know, writing this made me headcanon that Bokoblins have truly excellent color vision.

Anyways, here's what all the colors mean;

Brown: Average Traveler // White: Sheikah // Red: Yiga // Blue: Hyrule’s Military // Green: Heroes

Blue-Green: Warriors // Red-Green: Legend // White-Green: Sky // The Leader: Time // Wolf-Pelt: Twilight // Youngling: Wind // Green-in-Disguise: Wild // Brown-Green: Hyrule // Four-Color: Four

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I finished the thief side-quest in Wind Waker recently. I knew I had to draw Wind meowing!

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If you’ve played Twilight Princess, Raycatz, then you know this would be the follow-up! ;D

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True story, Bro.

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No map, no compass, no problem, just two heroes and all of Hyrule! And the hero of Twilight. Obviously inspired by https://linkeduniverse.tumblr.com/post/172786160249/no-map-no-compass-no-problem-no-hand-holding, I came up with this months ago, but I’m so lazy I only got it done now.