#red lu

[id: a 5-panel, sketched vertical comic featuring wild and four (split) from linked universe.

in the first panel, wild holds an apple and says, "i love when something makes you mad, and then you eat food and you're like. ok that still sucks but i'm normal about it now".

in the second panel, green and red say simultaneously, "thought you said smithing".

in the third panel, with a finger to his chin, vio says, "i thought you said smithing and wondered what blacksmith was seething over their creation". in the blurred background blue holds a messed up sword and seethes. in the next panel, vio is blurred and blue is clear to see.

in the last panel, wild takes another bite of his apple and chews. "lots of dwarves in the crowd tonight," he remarks. end id]

PLEASE TUMBLR PLEASE PLEASE LET ME SEND THIS I AM IN TEARS

so anyway [coughs violently] i’m in an art group called Luminites [it’s on toyhouse if you want to look it up!] and i’m slowly in the process of making four and the colors as characters! so far i have four himself [who i can’t find a reference on my phone] and red, who is right here!!

luminites are basically space foxes born from dead stars which if y’all know anytning about me you know i’m all over that, and then you add my current fixation on four swords specifically and i was doomed from the start…

Are We There Yet?

“Dad, how much longer?” Wind asked on the drive to Aunt Saria’s house. They’d already been driving for a couple hours and Wind was bored. Dad sighed.

“Wind, like I told you last week, and your mom told you last night, and most of your brothers before we left, it’s going to be at least five hours to get to Saria’s house. We have only been driving for two. Pull out a book or a game or talk with one of your brothers—quietly!” Dad added on before Wind could even start hollering to Wild, who was in the back row of the Bus. Dad was such a killjoy.

“You can play with my GameVoe if you want; I’m wanting to sleep right now,” Red offered, holding out his scarlet handheld console.

“Thanks, Red!” Wind said as he took the console.

Maybe this would help him.

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It didn’t help him—well, not for long, anyway.

“Ugh, are we there yet?” Wind grumbled for the fifteenth time in as many minutes. Everyone cringed.