A Collection Of All The Wizards Ive Drawn Over The Past Year Or So! Some Of Them Used To Have Gray Backgrounds,

A collection of all the wizards I’ve drawn over the past year or so! Some of them used to have gray backgrounds, but now they’re all nice and colorful 🧙‍♂️✨

Cat walks are the best! The fear that the harness comes off and your cat goes off to cause chaos is the best part.

It's official. I've fallen into fandom hell. Asked my sister to draw the baby for me. I love it so, so much. 🥰

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Cuddles [Wind + Father Figure]

More self-indulgent trash for the pile.

Character: Wind

Disclaimer: Don't own The Legend of Zelda franchise. Linked Universe is the fan creation of jojo56830.

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Surprisingly, it takes longer for Wind to approach a male figure with the intention of cuddling than a female. With how quickly he warmed up to the Chain you'd assume he'd take to another potential brother (father) figure far easier.

However, the Chain are his brothers in spirit, connected by purpose and the blessing of the Goddesses: something arguably even stronger than precious blood. You, on the other hand, are a stranger to him.

It does not work in your favor that he has had very little in the way of adult men in his life. Partners in crime at the best of times, but mostly background characters to fill out the space between evil induced trauma. Nothing concrete though. Nothing that's ever stayed.

The breakthrough will likely be once you take the first step. Perhaps you gently wake him while he's having a nightmare, perhaps you take inititive to comfort him after an especially tough battle. Something that marks you as safe in his mind, someone he can rely on.

It is nothing against you personally. Hyrulians are a people heavily seeped in warrior culture (Wind's being no exception). Progressive as they seem to be overall, that does not completely negate their views of gender. One of those being that men are less likely to take an interest in children not their own blood.

And, at the worst of times, it is simply accepted that unknown men are dangerous. The timelines are rife with civil wars and the atrocities that arise from such unrest. Hyrulian males (whose biology make them physically stronger than their female counterparts) are often front and center to these happenings. Being from a Hyrule that adheres to Pirate culture, Wind understands this on some level even if he's never experienced it himself.

None of this matters anymore though because you have proved yourself as safe. You are now free real estate.

It'll start slow. He'll move his bedroll closer to yours, testing the waters and eyeing you curiously when he thinks you aren't looking. He'll observe your posture, your tone, how receptive you are to being disturbed from your sleep.

Honestly, he's not as sneaky as he thinks he is. He's got quick hands and is good with his words when cornered, but he's never been especially good at hiding his curiosity. That being said, if you address him directly with patience and openness, the process will be much quicker.

By as soon as the third night, Wind can have his bedroll flush against yours. By the week, you may return one night after patrolling to find a fluffy head of blonde hair laid on your pillow. Not that he meant to steal your spot, he'd just been so tired and the pillow had smelt so familiar. It'd made him feel so safe.

(A reminder of the man who'd been ripped from his life too soon. Whose strong musk had lingered on too big clothes and too cold bedding for weeks after.)

If you move him gently to one side and curl yourself protectively around his soft, sleeping form, when morning comes you will be met with an wide, hopeful expression. You will find his small hands wrapped warmly around one of yours. His ears pinned back uncertainly, eyes searching for disapproval or anger.

Tell him good morning, ruffle his feather soft hair and Wind will not leave your side for the rest of the day.

"Sorry 'bout that Mister! I was just resting my eyes! Promise!"

When time for sleep comes again he will stand by your bedroll, hands clenched in his shirt and eyes hopeful. He will wait for your approval because he doesn't know how to ask for this kind of familial affection from a man not bound to him by destiny.

Wind has a grandmother and a sister, both females. He has 7 brothers and a pseudo-father in Time, ordained by the Goddesses themselves.

Split between several traumatized young adults and divine duty, it's hard to give enough attention to any one boy. Even for someone like Time (especially for someone like Time).

This will be the first time that Wind approaches another male. Not as a hero or a brother or a spiritual part of a whole, but as Wind. A hurt, scared young boy with too much weight on his shoulders for all that Time tries to halve the burden.

"H-Hey, Mister! It's kinda cold tonight! Ya mind sharin'?"

If you accept, you have now become dad number two of the chain and all that entails. Congratulations and prepare yourself because Time will expect your full cooperation in wrangling his pack of gremlins (Man is tired. He needs a break). Chief among them, Wind. Now officially, but unofficially, your problem.

Also, your bedroll no longer your bedroll.

"I'll set up the bedroll, Mister! Make sure to grab bread for me or 'Rulie'll eat it all!"

It becomes an 'our bedroll' type of situation.

"No take backs! You agreed!"

Despite what you'd expect from a boy like Wind, with a father figure he's surprisingly passive. He'll hide his face in your shoulder, cheeks and nose pressed against your neck or tucked up under your chin. His fist will softly clutch at your sleep shirt, but he won't grab at you as he would a mother figure. Instead, he waits to be held. He wants to be reassured.

You see, whereas with a woman he expects comfort, with a man he's seeking safety. That security that had been stripped from him too young and left him to fill the role of protector in place of a man with shoes too big for a young boy.

Subconsciously, he's slotted you into that role. The protector. It doesn't matter how strong you actually are, this sense of safety he experiences from being coddled in your arms is instinctual (though if you're on the bigger side, muscle or otherwise, it'll intensify that feeling).

As a side note, the first time you actually hold him may give you pause. He is a small child, body spindly in the way only a potent cocktail of adolescence, malnutrition and prolonged neglect can produce (for all the Wild has been putting his best foot forward). It can be compared to cradling a baby bird in your hands, small and fragile warmth nearly weightless in your grasp.

"I ain't got bird's bones! I'm just growin' at my own pace, is all!"

One last thing. He's going to cry. It won't be often and it might not be much, but with the newfound feeling of security pulling so strongly at his repressed trauma it's inevitable.

How you respond will mean everything to him. You're his brother (father- protector) now. Of course you'll teach him how a man should act.

"I ain't gonna cry! The smoke's jus' in my eyes! I- Wh-why ya looking at me like that. Hey! Ya can't jus' hug a guy like that without warning! O-o-or he'll... he'll..."

(P.S. If you have have facial hair, he'll pull it. Just saying. You have been duly warned.)

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My work here is done. I retreat to the shadows to rest now.