Some Doodles Of The Boys

Some doodles of the boys

I’ve decided to expand (@wildpuppa)

Sky: Demiromantic

Red: Cupioromantic

Blue: aromantic

Vio: frayromantic

Green: aromantic

Time: Demiromantic

Legend: Recipromantic

Hyrule: aroace

Twilight: Lithromantic

Wind: aroace

Wild: aromantic

Warriors: aroace

Okay hear me out-

Every single Link is somewheres on the Aromantic spectrum.

✅ tortured by Voices

✅ cursed by god

✅ small waist

✅ criminal record

✅ died once

Diagnosis: babygirl

A BOTW OC i made. He has a whole ass diary, almost finished lore and story, and many a drawing. His name is Link but prefers the name Light. He was raised in Goron City. I love him with my whole heart.

Even before Termina, the man was unsettling, especially his ever-present wooden smile. Being only nine at the time of their first meeting, Link paid no attention to the salesman’s stranger behaviour. Not to the way his silky voice broke on certain words or how his obsession with masks gleamed in his eyes. Nor to the way spoke to Link as if he were a good friend.

After Termina, the man terrified him. He still does. Nothing could erase the feeling of his tight grip, shaking Link when he lost the mask. Nothing could make him forget the song he played back upon their second meeting in that strange land, the way it tore his wooden face off and threw it on the ground. The way Majora contorted the spirit of a lonely Skullkid- the way the beast could only be killed by a Deity of the moon. The way the salesman had ties to every one of those masks.

Dawn of the first day: 72 hours remain.

Dawn of the second day: 48 hours remain.

Dawn of the third day: 24 hours remain.

“You’ve met a terrible fate.”

Yes, he had, and Link would be lying if he said he didn’t blame the mask salesman just a little bit. Reminiscing on their first encounter, he is sure the stranger knew what was to come. He always seemed to. His masks in Hyrule looked too much like the ones he carried into Termina. Perhaps they were one and the same. Even the Zora and Goron masks.

His similarity to the moon children also scared him. Without that smiling mask, he looked just like them. They still visited him in his dreams- whispered their relentless questions to him. They begged him to answer with their silence. Link couldn’t answer them, he didn’t know. Save one. He knew what he would say to.

“Are you going to become a mask salesman, too?”

No. Although he couldn’t shake the love of masks from his bones, the thought of being taking over his job made Link sick.

Just curious, are there any fan fictions out there where Time is now the Happy Mask Salesman?