#lu dink

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IM ALIVE I SWEAR

Its Dink! The dummy who thought it was a good idea to attack Wind

Legend has a soft spot for kids so when Lizard Dink targeted his little brother right after mauling Wolfie he kinda lost it

I like to headcanon that instead of black blood the monsters’ blood is replaced with malice.

It glows and has a sort of spore-like miasma wafting from it, like flies on a corpse. The Chain has to be even more carful to not get this stuff on them, its very acidic

Dink is based on an Indonesian Sailfin Dragon

heres a close up and one without the action lines

These are some of the sketches that I had and never posted, some of them are kinda old.

And just a warning, even I personally disagree w a TON of these, but I was running out of space, okay?

I rly hope Tumblr doesn't nuke the quality, but I worked on this for like 20 mins, and I will explain some of these if asked

wars and dinks personal beef

This is less of a theory and more of a fanfiction, but here me out.

We know Dark Link is able to change his form, though he sticks to his usual color scheme. But what if that wasn't a restriction, but a personal choice?

And we know he's intelligent. He's figured out some way to break reality and create gates throughout time as he pleases.

So it's entirely possible he gets the idea to infiltrate the chain, pretending to be one of their own.

Jojo has previously chosen not to include details from mangas based on the games, and First seemed to be a bit of a contradiction to that. But maybe it isn't. Not really.

If we really look at First's design, he has elements from a lot of other Link's. Twi's hair, Wars' scarf, Time's expression, etc etc. He's also of course, connected to Sky, the root of all Links, and possibly the root of Dark Link himself.

@lemonheadart here it is!! Took a while to come out how I wanted it too, but I’m glad I pushed through

The links are fucked, they know that no one will be ever be able to aura farm this hard ever again

"Hey, Hero," he says. The lights turn on. A young man. He is some age between sixteen and twenty-eight, two red eyes, a sword, a shield, a wide grin. Dread swirls in your stomach. "I need something of yours."