#FDS WORK

[greenglowsgold]

Short non-canon scene for @thedawningofthehour's fic, which is rotating in my head like a rotisserie chicken at all times. Heard you mention that Draxum and Galois don't celebrate Father's Day. I had some thoughts.

@everyone else if you haven't read The Dawning of the Hour yet... Go do that? I'll wait here.

#Fai I hope I'm not overstepping onto your lore too hard! #pictured this around Gale's first FD post 'rescue' but idk if that timeline works out like I'm thinking haha #my fav parts of this to draw were the little pointy Cass and the box o' cards #had a lotta fun with the box #rottmnt #The Dawning of the Hour #Cassandra Jones #Donatello #(sort of lol) #i don't have an art tag #okay fine #G3draw

[clayspacestation]

CW// BLOOD

“I am you. You are me. Embrace it.”

Fierce Deity and Mask from LU!!

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#legend of zelda #loz #my art #mask #fierce deity #Majora’s mask #fd #lu mask #lu #linked universe #loz majoras mask #link #the sillies #wanted to try do my lineart similar to majoras hopefully it worked 🙏 #most of my artworks include weird lighting it sucks to see the details of the face disappear

[summertimemusician]

Linktober Day 9

Deity

*sneezes after downing coffee* Well irl stuff got in the way so I'm way behind my original schedule for these and for Linktober but here we go with another arguably short one, fuelled purely by self indulgence, headcanons, spite against my linguist essays that kept me from keeping to schedule, severe sleep deprivation, a shout out to the Ender Lilies soundtrack and Majora's Mask soundtrack, and Nintendo for not clarifying anything about the lore so I'm snatching what I can and making it my own lol. Look, when you fíxate so much on details the Zelda team doesn't elaborate on you have to fill in the gaps with what you can.

As always can be read as romantic or platonic, technically in a LU context but not explicitly in it by itself.

The Lord of the Mountain liked hearing people sing.

In a way, it wasn’t a surprise, Hylia and the Golden Three each had their ballads and symphonies and minuets, each splendid and with cuts of their divinity in it, Farore was fond of lightning and forest alive minuets, and you could swear Farosh sparked just a bit brighter when one would him the beginnings of the Minuet of the Forest near their spring, Din was fond of boleros, fiery and alive and howling with the echo of flame touching earth that made a shine run through Dinraal’s scales, Nayru, in contrast, was much fonder of blizzard and river quiet serenades, the songs of contemplation at first snow ringing clear when Naydra curled around it’s spring, content to be free of Malice.

And of course Hylia had her ballads and lullabies, perfectly fitting to her display of divinity, of honey days and vast bird like wings, of ambered summers to come and to pass and dazzling solar storms of starlight and sunlight sparking through the human form of her descendants and heroes. So in a way, you weren’t surprised at all that the Lord of the Mountain – Satori, with a familiar touch of londsleite divinity, the hunt of the woodland beasts and diamondscar adoration for the Hero of the Wilds, similar in glory to the Light Spirits petrichor and vermeil fondness for the Hero of the Twilight – liked to listen to people sing. What you were surprised was how it attempted to follow along, it’s head across your lap the second you sat down in the clearing, a gentle hum on back of it’s throat, an owl’s cry and a cicada’s humming and faintly, chirring purring as presses it’s faces into your hands, a gentle request for petting.

It was adorable, even with the faint notes of the chill of clear spring water on winter and the livewire feeling of magic, like holding your hand too close to a flame but not quite touching it.

A low chuckle brushes against the back of your mind, a feeling like biting on ice, the prowl of a wild beast and the build up of lightning and light used to create his blade, the amused affection of a warrior reconvening with their brother in arms, you think you see the bone ivory of the Deity’s hair on the side of your vision, though you know he’s not physically there, ‘He likes you.’

You hum, gently patting behind it’s ears, pushing through the chill, gracefully not mentioning the burning with a smile at the mythic being’s faint chirring, birdsong and the wind through cherry blossoms that sparkle like rose quartz, “Well I quite like him too, I can see where it’s gentleness comes from.”

The ghost of a touch over your hair, the caress of lightning striking over your skin and the hair on the back of your neck pricking up and the crisp cold of winter, the chill of the ending and the flame of a new dawn, of new days, the phantom of magnolias and spring water on your tongue. The fragrance of pine, daffodils and blood soaked lilies on ashen fields on your senses, gentle and careful, marking but not claiming, ‘Only because it’s you, beloved. It’s not something easily given.’

You sigh, shakily composing yourself, you let yourself relax into the phantom sensation. Of hopes and dreams and healed suffering, of the divinity of hunt turned into protection and lightning given form, of tangled timelines and crystalized memories, “I know. It does not change my opinion, either way.”

To be the subject of a god’s care and regard was dangerous, after all. For the human and the deity in question, you know the stories from your world well, of the effects of Hylia on First and Sky, of Twilight and the personification of the Twilight Realm and the spirits of his land, of Wild and clawing from death’s embrace into that of the wilderness.

Knew how the fact the Fierce Deity’s mere proximity causing pain on those who changed him into hunting for hunt’s sake into protection for the sake of someone else cut deeper than even the ever encroaching entropy all beings must one day face. It was no wonder the Song of Healing was his creation, to want to ease the burden.

You gladly grant him some peace, in turn, even if it wasn’t much. It’s the least you can do, for always having his ways of watching over your heroes.

“Join me? We can make a duet.”

You feel more than see him shift, ephemeral, fleeting, gentle against the edges of your existence, as foreign to Hyrule as your own, sparking over your spine as you feel ozone and rust on your teeth. Satori is humming again to match the rumble of thunder in the man’s voice, the heralding of songs of war and elegies for the dead, ‘Of course, though I’m afraid I do not know many songs, besides…’

“It’s alright,”, you smile faintly, there’s a white ocarina in his hands, as he leans, a spectre against your side, “I’ll teach you some of my own, though you’ll have to forgive me if I don’t remember all the lyrics.”

‘It would be my honor to learn.’

You think he smiles, from the fluttering of something ancient and long forgotten against your side.

You sing to Satori and the Chain, a small respite of familiar and forgotten tunes, the Lord of the Mountain hums along. The Fierce Deity’s song cutting through any nightmares that may ail your heroes for another night.

When the dawn of a new day comes, the feeling of divinity against your skin feels just a bit more obvious, sinking into every crack of your being like a shroud, falling over your boys like a veil, reflecting the breath of eternity over Hyrule.

(First gives you a look that’s half exasperation, half understanding. Sky pointedly sticks to your side as Time looks you over, markings deep with vibrant color. You shrug with a helpless smile as you feel the lightest brushes of Hylia’s fond days of gold and starlit summers days against the Lord of the Mountains warm, luminous affection and the Fierce Deity’s smug, but content lonsdaleite smile.)

#linked universe x reader #fierce deity x reader #is this after Majora? #Is Fierce Deity really there or just manifesting due to being fond of Reader and living in their head rent free? #Is Hylia jealous because she couldn't stake a claim first? #Did he create Satori in this? #That's for future Summer to know and y'all to find out lol. Though this does reference the theory he's the one who sealed Majora #The divinity of Hyrule changes people the closer they are to it #Fierce Deity is both a warrior/demon god and the hopes and dreams of the people of Termina and that duality is fascinating in this essay- #Really I believe that Fierce Deity doesn't mean to harm his users or people who aren't enemies #But the Eldritch Vibes ™ are so much even when he's toning it down it's a slippery slope #Good thing Reader is a divinity magnet just from proximity to the Chain and can put it aside #Plus Time putting on the mask as either Sprite/Mask change the FD as much as he changed him and same for First and Hylia #summer writes linktober 2023 #summer writes #maybe I'll add more tags or elaborate later idk I need a nap and to work on the other prompts

[wintertimestoryteller]

Vermeil Adoration

Fierce Deity x Implied Deity Reader (can be Linked Universe or not) Drabble

Me, working on Act IIII and Act V of the LU Fairy Tale Collection: Alright so if we do this with slightly more sleep on us and figure a few things out for First I think it should be good to go-

Also Me: *remembers that because of the nature of the Fairy Tale Collection FD will be missing, is immediately assaulted with an idea, sighs, opening up a new WIP* You know what I'll come back to that, I can't not write for him if he's going to be left out.

For the FD Simps/lovers plus myself as I work on the Fairytale Collection, want to post two chapters at once and also crosspost on Ao3 plus life's been busy, apologies for the delay.

You were created from the breath of life itself.

You are the divinity found in the howling of winds cutting through the woods, the snarling of lightning down to the earth, attempting to touch something it may not have and scorch it so deeply new growth would flourish in a maddened frenzy, the sunlight kissing the ice tenderly though it may never do more than bring the crystalizing to shine, tears dripping knowingly from it's cold gaze as the water turns to rain, watering the land in it's unknowable grief in the closest way it could ever touch the sun in the sky. The joyful sound of wolves singing the moon's beauty with their howls, the birds merrily carrying the melody ever onwards so the sun may also partake of it, gleeful frolicking of fawns and foals discovering the world that the Golden Three left in their wake, the symphony of every animal and nature itself at it's finest.

You look at life itself and find divinity in everything.

So by the nature Farore so lovingly made sure you'd have, one would think you and the one hylians, hyruleans and beasts had dubbed 'The Fierce Deity' would never be able to coexist.

You've heard the one's watched over by your sister in divinity, ever watchful time herself with her diamond wings and gaze who pierced to the end of eternity itself with Nayru's patience whisper in primal terror and avarice drenched loathing about him to the trees in every corner of the land, heard beasts under the watch of death and rot himself curse his name to the winds and rain with as much ferocity and fury induced fear as the restless whispers of those denied existence, your brother in eternity with his shell of obsidian and the flames of Din's desire of consumption ever burning in his gaze daring not cross where the ivory and jade forged spirit passed. And of the horror and wonderment of your wild beings as they've hissed and howled and growled and screeched to the flowers and stones of nature.

A man like the hunt itself, divine without the vermeil breath of the primordial ones. The unrelenting slash of the blizzard gales in winter against any unfortunate to stand in their way, leaving the cold emptiness and silence behind, stealing the air from the lungs of living beings like the ocean for those unfortunate enough to fall with no sign of land. An ivory specter of death whom seemingly clawed himself from the void, an harbinger for the End with seemingly no rhyme or reason for those who he set his sights into, either to devour their divinity for himself or favor or bless.

A being like that should have been anathema to all you are and stand for. Or at least it's what anyone, including your divine sister and brother would reason.

Which is why you couldn't help but find it slightly comedic that the so called 'awful beast', capable of enacting such violence to consume divinity on a whim if tested. Was so very careful with you, head laid upon your lap in a rare moment of rest as you carefully weaved flowers into a crown.

You were curious, awfully so, like the foxes who roamed your woods in search of amusement and play, you just couldn't help yourself. You knew he was coming, how could you not, when the primal fear of living things echoed in the back of your mind, warning you as it warned animals of a bigger predator in the food chain? But you didn't run. Not in the face of narrowed, calculating pale eyes and alabaster hair and the scent of iron in the air, thick and old you couldn't mistake it for anything but blood and the marrow deep certainty of a lonsdaleite persistence.

Maybe you should of, in hindsight.

Instead you just blinked with evergreen curiosity, fascination bleeding from your lips before you could even think of stopping yourself, head tilted.

"My. Rumors are certainly exaggerated, you're beautiful."

The memory of his bewildered, flustered caution makes you smile a bit, as everything in between flowed naturally like spring petals on a breeze. You feel an armored hand on your cheek, so, so soft and careful, as if you were as fragile as a flower, and a calm, relaxed rumble of tourmaline lazy curiosity and aquamarine fondness, "Anything on your mind, my breath?"

You couldn't help your chuckle, emerald fondness running around the mosaic of your divinity as you gently run your hand through starlit hair, nuzzling the hand on your cheek and hoping to convey even half the warmth he gave you, "Reminiscing, worry not. Rest a bit more before you must go." You hear him sigh as you place the flower crown on his head, as pale as his hair, but as delicate as your sister in divinity's wings, threaded pthalo like the flame of his existence.

"... Must I? I was late this time, it's only proper I redeem myself for making you wait." He questions, reluctant and guilty in equal measure, fondness blooms over your lungs as you poke his nose, smiling bright, if dim as you answer him, "I'd dare not attempt to deny you your nature, I do not know what you hunt, what you're searching for. But it would be cruel to chain you."

The man many had dubbed 'Fierce Deity' nuzzles into your hand, nestling in close like a wolf over catch, you catch the hints of a frown on his face, "It's hardly chaining when I wish to stay, is it?"

Your breath almost is trapped in your lungs, but you shake yourself out of it, chuckling as you brush your lips over his markings, crimson affection as the carmine and lapis lazuli of his Hunt. The cheek of this man, for that's what you all are in the end, divinity or not, "Maybe not, though for all you rest here with me you still itch to run and hunt. Do you not, my dear warrior?"

The silence is only broken by the whispers of the leaves of the woods carried by the wind and the curious chirping of birds, his unwavering moonlit gaze giving away nothing. And it tells you enough.

You smile, brushing your noses together, spring breeze playful and sun warm, "If you're that worried, then just come back earlier, if you can. I'll have something new for you to look at, and I'll always wait. We have time."

In a flash, you find your positions reversed, your back and hair to the flowers and your wonderful, ever mischievous hunter above you, you yelp and you can't help but laugh before the sound is stolen by his lips. And he cradles your cheeky gently, so very kindly, and when he leans back he looks at you as if you're the first glimpse of water for a man in the desert, or the way a wolf longingly looks at the moon, and it cracks the phosphophylite of your soul and fills it with the gilded gold of emerald love, "... Thank you. I will not keep you waiting long again. I shall remain for now, though. The call can wait."

I love you. I want to stay with you.

"I know." Your hands gently thread through his hair, gleeful as you notice the rare curve of a smile as his cap lays abandoned in the glass, but your flower crown remains, "Be safe, when you do go. I'd be lovely if something happened."

I love you too.

He shakes his head, giving you an unimpressed look, "I cannot be harmed in any way that matters."

You fondly roll your eyes, pressing your index and middle finger to your lips, then touching it lightly against his own, he all but freezes. You refuse to allow him to distract you with admittedly charming affection, and you take the opportunity to tug him into your arms, shifting your positions so you can utilize him as a pillow, safer than you ever felt in your many eons of existence, more comfortable than the stars painting the canvas of the sky with their dance, "Promise me you'll be safe, and you can claim what's yours once you're back. For now I tire of your stubbornness."

You feel his chest rumble, maybe a laugh, maybe a purr or a growl, but he holds you close, steady and lovelier than even the world the goddesses created. "As you wish, my dearest blossom."

You both fall asleep to the songs of nature, you know he'll hunt again, you know he'll be gone soon like late night mist. But for now, a promise for an eternity of this, like how the mortals speak of, is enough.

#linked universe x reader #kinda? #Fierce Deity x Reader #FD x Reader #Deity Reader #or at least highly implied #for myself as a bit of a mental break so I can work on the Fairy Tale Collection properly lol #so apologies to anyone who finds it if it's not all that good or to your taste #contains gratuitous amounts of headcanons I have for FD on those sleepless hours #and a small apology for the FD enjoyers who won't find him in the Fairy Tale Collection #next story maybe

[skyloftian-nutcase]

Fluffember? Fierce Dadity?

Hmm, here's something from Fierce Dadity:

When Link wore any of the masks the Song of Healing had produced, he’d still be himself. Sure, he’d look different and have different abilities, but he would be Link. Echoes of their pain scraped at his skin when he’d put the mask on, the transition was never pleasant, but once it was done he would continue forward.

This… wasn’t like that.

When Link put on the Fierce Deity mask, the pain came all the same. But then he felt disconnected, strangely bound and unbound to reality. He could see what was happening, he could still determine what he needed to do, but there was something distinctly foreign about it.

Hello?

Link yelped, but the voice didn’t leave his actual throat. What was that?

Oh! So someone did put it on. Well, that’s a treat. Where in the world are we?

Was that… was that the mask?

Oh goddesses. It was just like Majora’s Mask. He should have known. He should have known.

Majora? That bastard is still alive?

#you ask skye answers #lovely aj #from my “fierce is a Mom and Dad all at once and WILL make you eat your vegetables LINK” silly side of fd headcanons #fierce dadity #I think I wrote this over a year ago lol #it hasn't been worked on since >.< #Fierce and I are pals but sometimes writing him is hard #Dad Squad is SUCH a fun outlet to let him play #Nancy's a treasure for coming up with the premise <3

[luimagines]

Oh thank you! That man has had a choke hold on me for years, can I ask for just fierce deity with a s/o who likes calling him pretty and just all around compliments? Im sure he isn’t use to affection and praise like this, and I’m a simp-

.....Yes, you can. I already know what to do. Just watch.

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You were... strange, the deity thought. And not necessarily in a bad way, just... different.

“Good morning, handsome!” You called after him when he returned to the camp. He had finished making his rounds around their perimeter and had come back at last. Everyone was awake and waiting for their champion to finish cooking so that may eat for the morning.

He looked your way in acknowledgement but he wasn’t sure what to make it.

You had instantly taken a liking to him, something he wasn’t used to, and had insisted on raining flattery in his direction at any and every waking moment. Mostly at times when he least expected it.

He nods, unsure of the appropriate reaction. 

The boys look at him wearily. Even his old host still had trouble looking him in the eye. He supposes that’s one reason why he’s gotten attached to you so quickly. You don’t seem to mind how he towers over the group or how he doesn’t emote. You were content.

In return, he allows you to chatter his ear off or to hang off of him when you get bored. You don’t weight much to his supernatural strength. You seem to enjoy the way he can lift you with ease and not break a sweat. And with one arm no less.

“Did you have a nice walk?” You saunter up to him and place yourself right next to him.

He nods once more. What would happen if he scared you off? Or should he do something that would push you away? The Deity refuses to consider such things.

“Good!” You reply with a blinding smile. “I’m glad. We were thinking about traveling to the east today and seeing if we can track down the monsters that seem to be congregating near a town.”

He nods once more, hanging onto your words. The youngest, bless him, comes up to him as well. He would be second to be the least afraid of him. However, the other boys pull him away and he feeds off of their anxious energy. The deity wonders if it has shaped the way the boy sees him.

He reaches out to ruffle his hair and he smiles back at him. The deity allows himself to smile back and he hears you gasp by his side.

“Look at that!” You grin. “The very sun itself has blessed us on this day!”

“Oh please.” The one called ‘Wind’ rolls his eyes.

“You’re just as dazzling as a diamond.” You continue. “Who would have thought you looks so pretty when you smile?”

The deity can feel himself lose his control on the situation. This is too much. Why would you say that? How does he respond to that? Are you like this everyone else?

“Do it again!” You grab onto his arm and swing it around. “Come on, pretty boy, please?”

He can’t help but scoff. Now he knows you’re just toying with him. Still... he can’t get mad at the thought when you’re arguably the most adorable of the group. Besides... the attention is nice. It feels good to be acknowledges in ways other than his destructive nature.

He smiles softly again at your request and you look like you’re won the biggest prize at the fair.

“How come you entertain them?” The youngest pouts. “I could have asked you the same thing and you wouldn’t have done anything.”

The deity can’t help but to laugh. The group freezes at the sound. It’s the first time he’s made a sound. Shaking his head, he bends at the knee and looks The Hero of Winds in the eyes to the best ability that he can.

“I am capable of a great deal of violence that this world no longer needs me to extend.” He says. His deep voice booms in the otherwise quiet camp. It command attention even though he is speaking at a relatively quiet volume. From the corner of his eye, he sees you pause, go red in the face and sit yourself down.

Strange, he’ll figure that out later.

“However-” He continues and smiles more openly. “They amuse me. How could I not amuse them in return?”

Wind bite his lip and sighs. He continues to pout. “Not fair.”

“It’s completely fair.” He chuckles. The deity turns to you and smirks. “Right, Gorgeous?”

You begin to look at everything but him with a deliciously red face and he thinks he’s figured something out.

You cough and bite your lip. “...Yes. Agreed.”

The deity continues to smirk. “Perfect.”

#linked universe #linkeduniverse #linked universe x reader #Fierce Deity x reader #I've gotten a lot of FD and First content #have you guys noticed yet? XD #I'm trying to get all the one shots out of the way while working on three headcanon posts and just going down the list of boys #I've got like four or five done #then when most if not all of the one shots are done #I'll return to our regular programming of splitting up the asks

[f1nalboys]

tod waggner + squ- *gunshots*

yippeeeee yahoo :D todder. yeas

Tod Waggner x Fem!AFAB!reader

WORD COUNT: 856

WARNINGS: nsfw, missonary, praise, squirting, promise of a creampie, soft!dom tod but, the smallest hint of bossy!tod. kinda proofread.

Tod’s head tilts forwards as he groans, sinking into your cunt. “Holy shit,” he mutters, swallowing heavily as he bottoms out, your walls clenching around him as you adjust to his size. “I forgot how fucking tight you are, you know that?” He grins as he leans over top of you, planting a few soothing kisses along your cheek and jaw.

“You say that everytime, Tod,”

“Well, that’s because it’s true everytime!”

“Right,” your snarky comment is cut off with a gasp as he begins to pull out, a shiver running down your spine. His thrusts are agonizingly slow, pulling out until just the tip of his cock remained before pushing in until he bottomed out, repeating it over and over again until you felt dizzy. His hands roamed your body slowly, fingertips light as they drag along your flesh, goosebumps rising in their wake. “Y-you can go faster.”

Tod laughs under his breath as you stumble over your words, his hips rolling forwards a little harder, a little faster, just enough to pull a moan from you. “Like that?” He asks, his tone smug as he speeds up, the sound of your wetness filling the room. He tilts his head, the vein in his neck protruding slightly as you clench around him. “I’ve been meaning to see if I can get you to do something for me. You know, while I fuck you?” 

“Wh-what is it?”

“You’ll see.” His normally sweet smile has a sinister edge to it now but you can’t focus on that when his thrusts have evolved into the perfect momentum and pace. Your legs spread a little wider for him, your eyes closing as you focus on the pleasure building in your gut. “Don’t you hold anything back on me, okay?” Tod whispers in your ear, his breath hot against your skin. You vaguely register yourself nodding in response, though he could have said anything and you would’ve agreed. “Good girl, c’mon, then. Let yourself cum, don’t feel embarrassed. I got you, alright?”

The praise dripped off his tongue with ease, helping push the pleasure higher up your gut when you feel the pads of his fingertips press against your clit. Your body jolts, your legs attempting to squeeze shut but his body is in the way. Tod stares at you, gauging your reaction as his fingers quickly fall into pace with his thrusts. The mix of pressure rockets you to your orgasm, and Tod grins as you grab tightly onto his forearms, a whimper tumbling from your parted lips. “Fuck! Oh shit, Tod-”

“That’s it,” he coos, his breath catching in his throat at your body's reaction. “You better fucking cum, alright? And I want you to make a mess all over me, got it?” His voice is low, cracking. He’s trying to remain in control without begging you to do what he wants. “Don’t you fucking pull away from me.” He snaps as your eyes squeeze shut, your body tensing. “I know you can do it, baby. Be good and squirt all over me okay? I promise I’ll push right back in, okay baby? I won’t leave your pretty little pussy empty for too long, but you’re only getting it after you make a mess, okay?”

His words make your head swim and once again you nod, swallowing heavily as you focus on the feeling of his cock pumping in and out of you at a quick pace, his fingers rubbing quick circles on your clit, the feel of his free hand grabbing onto your thigh and digging his nails into it as if he were afraid you’d disappear. “I-I’m, oh fuck, Todd, I’m cumming!” You cry out, head rolling backwards as your orgasm, the hardest one you’ve had by far, rips through your body. Tod pulls out as your legs begin to shake, his fingers moving back and forth quickly. A gush of liquid covers his fingers and bedsheets and you can barely make out his pleased laugh over the thumping of your heart. 

“O-okay, stop,” you say weakly and Tod removes his fingers from your clit with a small huff. You stare up at the ceiling, your face heating up from the knowledge of what you had done. The bed moves as Tod repositions himself between your legs and you weakly sit up onto your elbows, looking down at his cock before glancing up at him. “What’re you-”

“Shhh,” he says with a smirk, glancing away from your face to your cunt and the soaked bed sheets underneath you, his face pleased. “You listened like a good girl, just like I knew you would. So, I’m giving you what you wanted, remember? My cum?” Tod tsks playfully, swiping his cock through your drenched folds, making you shiver. “Don’t tell me you changed your mind, baby?” Your legs wrap weakly around his waist, urging him to push inside, and he snorts, leaning forward to plant a kiss on the tip of your nose. “That’s what I thought. You did so good for me, Y/N. Just a little bit longer and I’ll get you all cleaned up, okay?”

(requests are closed - im finishing up ft13 requests!)

#b does ft13 #f1nalboys masterlist #f1nalboys writing #f1nalboys works #final destination #final destination 2000 #tod waggner #tod waggner x reader #tod waggner x y/n #tod waggner fd 2001 #fd 2001

[shade-pup-cub]

Attempting to do a thigh tattoo design (for me) and this is what I have so far. Will be adding the Triforce and the upside down shadow Triforce, where my favorite enemies will be. Full color, but for now I just have the reds and blues…

No I didn’t draw this… I’m not that good. All credit goes to Jojo!!

#probably should be working on todays prompt #but this is too much fun #anyhoooo #lu boys #LOOK AT FD!!!

[my-current-obsession]

Me, delusional, foaming at the mouth:

ISH ROUTE??? POTENTIAL ISH ROUTE? PLEASE?

#even if tempest #otome #just saying his love for norna is kind of what made him turn evil #so anastasia SAVING him and redeeming him through love would be A+++ #and the game even implied it would/should happen! she literally told norna to leave ish to her #and then just... ignored him in purgatory to pursue her own happy ending #so we were ROBBED and deserve a proper route with him (and not just a Q&A session) #if nothing else i hope he's got a big role again because i want to see and hear more of him #tetsuya kakihara did GREAT work with him. i'm most familiar with fran from code realize #but holy shit he popped off in this role. there's just an energy to it - sometimes malevolent sometimes playful #and i just WANT MORE. ideally he gets a route but failing that make him a prominent character regardless #for the record i'm ALWAYS greedy for more love interests in any game #(in this game alone i also desperately want routes for maya and hugo for instance) #but he's one of a small handful who truly seems like he SHOULD have been and just. wasn't. #so until the FD comes out and shatters my dreams i'll hold onto hope

[timetochaing]

#mazda #rx7 #rx7 fd #fd3s #stance #slammed #work meister #work wheels #veilside #vader style

[elejahfanfic]

Amelia x Oliver_

@darknightfrombeyond

#oc: amelia #amelia queen #oliver queen #fd: arrow #amiver #fanfiction #preciouscargo_baby luke #she has to sit a mission out... #but amy will be at the background...working from behind the curtain

[socialc1imb]

WHATS WITH THE FIERCE DIETY

OH IM SO GLAD YOU ASKED.

I AM A FIRM BELIEVER IN FIERCE DADITY AND THE IDEA THAT FD CARES FOR MASK AND WANTS THE BEST FOR HIM. BUT LIKE ALSO. THE MASK IS A PARASITE. LET ME EXPLAIN.

Just a heads up- this is actually like. Kinda gory?? I guess??

So the masks have spirits within them, yeah? And when Mask wears them, he’s allowing those spirits to use his body as a vessel. Yeah, Mask is the one in charge, but the transformation masks are still whole other entities using Mask’s body as a “host” so that their own forms can be used. The FD mask is no different. It’s a parasite!!! The deity cant exist without Link’s help!!!!

Except I took the definition of “parasite” and said “okay but literally”. The masks literally invade Mask’s physical form and take over with their own. Every time Mask puts the FD mask on, the mask tears its way into his body. Those scars on Mask’s face in my art reopen every time he wears the mask, because those tendrils from the FD mask literally connect to him, attaching itself physically to this kid. When Mask takes the mask off, he is removing something that is a part of him. He’s literally tearing away something that was attached to him and became a part of him. It’s like (and I’m sorry for this comparison because yeowch) removing your fingernail but like worse because it’s inside of you.

Fierce Deity is aware of the toll this takes on Mask. He’s aware that he is dangerous and is hurting this kid against his own will, but Mask is stubborn and FD is powerless to actually stop the kid from wearing the mask. So instead he devotes his abilities to protecting the kid when he’s needed, doing whatever he can to win a battle or a fight so that he can be safe in the long run.

#I HAVE SO MANY THOUGHTS ABOUT THE FD MASK #I COULD TALK ABOUT THIS FOR AGES #I WILL TALK ABOUT THIS FOR AGES #I KNOW ITS DARK BUT LIKE #HAVE YOU PLAYED MAJORAS MASK #SHY AND I HAVE BEEN TALKING ABOUT THE LOGISTICS BEHIND HOW THE MASK WORKS IN TWAWB AND STUFF AND YALL #ITS SO GOOD #Lu mask #twawb mask #twawb #train whistles and wedding bells #my art #asks #the captain :3 #linked universe #Social's art

[arrthurpendragon]

@sotwk

#still learning to work with photopea #sotwk tag #fd: the hobbit #fd: lord of the rings #friend's fic #ocappreciation #gif manip banner

[anniesocsandgeneralstore]

Top Gun Brainrot Pacific Rim AU

The Kaiju War has been going on for 40 years - and when a massive wave of monsters from another dimension is predicted to come through the Rift, the Pan Pacific Defense Corps pulls together the top 1% of their Jaeger pilots to defend the Earth as we know it.

Striker Bobcat - Mark I American Jaeger || Piloted by Pete Mitchell & Nick Bradshaw || Stationed in Los Angeles, CA || Status: Retired Kraken Prime - Mark I American Jaeger || Piloted by Tom Kazansky & Ron Kerner || Stationed in Los Angeles, CA || Status: Active Maroon Serenity - Mark V American Jaeger || Piloted by Bradley & Ronnie Bradshaw || Stationed in Lima, Peru || Status: Retired Voodoo Ronin - Mark V Australian Jaeger || Piloted by Jake Seresin & Javy Machado || Stationed in Sydney, Australia || Status: Active Cobalt Rebel - Mark V American Jaeger || Piloted by Natasha Trace & Bob Floyd || Stationed in Anchorage, Alaska || Status: Active Cosmic Enigma - Mark IV Chilean Jaeger || Piloted by Reuben Fitch & Mickey Garcia || Stationed in Lima, Peru || Status: Active Jupiter Serenade - First Mark VII Japanese Jaeger || No Pilots || Under Construction in Tokyo, Japan || No Status

top gun taglist:

@oneirataxia-girl @arrthurpendragon @pasta88love @theforevermorereject @sqrlgrl22 @townley-29 @alittlelostalittlefound @fenderenderender @chaoticassidy @capswife @marrianena @luckyladycreator2 @fulla02 @fangirlofallthings22 @dempy @imagineyneyjr @blue-aconite @commxnderwolffe @darkestbeforethedawn16 @sopheeg @mizzy-pop @loveforaugust @hope-love-equality2 @pansexualwitchwhoneedstherapy @onlyheretowastetime @supernaturaldawning @frenchtoastix @oneelleandaneye @agentminnesota187 @smoothdogsgirl @indynerdgirl @newlibrary

#fic preview #oc: ronnie bradshaw #fic: from the same star #working title #fd: top gun #pacific rim au #jaeger pilot jake #jaeger pilot hangman #jake hangman seresin #jake seresin #hangman #jake hangman seresin x oc #jake seresin x oc #hangman x oc #jake hangman seresin imagine #jake seresin imagine #hangman imagine #god i hope people like this #i am having a fun time anyway

[tyresdeg]

why is this so funny

#this is like the opposite of the hotel we stay at for fd #i’m eyeing up everyone at breakfast trying to figure out what team they work for

[regallibellbright]

Played Fashion Dreamer until my Switch battery went low, so at least for short-term entertainment I suspect I’ll be able to get my money’s worth out of it personally, and spent some time afterwards reflecting on what I think it’s doing good at and where it’s falling.

As predicted I log into Online Mode and I am greeted by a vast and wonderful array of lolita clothes fitting into at least two distinct subgenres. Since I played more online than off, I’m pretty sure I got an overrepresentation of that branch of the design options, and the comparatively understated but still distinctly dainty stuff, but I saw at least a couple people preferring the more professional or cool looks, respectively. Relatively little of the cutesy pop stuff, which I’ve always had a soft spot for, but I DID get a very cute oversized sweatshirt dress with a polka dot stegosaurus on it in several colors, and that served me quite nicely.

You’ll notice all of this is talking about women’s fashion in a game that also has playable men in a first for Syn Sophia’s fashion games. The gender lock’s aggressive and annoying, and the fact that fucking SOCKS are gendered when headwear and earrings aren’t is baffling. I have to assume it’s something to do with the modeling by this point, because you can give a Type B body a bunny-eared maid headband and whatever earrings your heart desires, and I have. I struggle to see why you would then draw the line at equal opportunity fishnets. Hair isn’t gender-locked, awesome, and Type A bodies can actually have facial hair, which surprised me because my expectations were in the toilet by this point.

But yeah. The menswear. It may just be because I was playing mostly in online mode and therefore more at the whims of player choice the way I could recognize the heavy weighting towards lolita style for the women’s fashion wasn’t representative of the game as a whole, but all the Type B characters I ran into were generally dressed in an aesthetic I’m going to call “slightly generic 2020s boy band”.

Which sounds unflattering, yes, but I consider this a genuine improvement, because the 3DS games’ menswear was mostly an aesthetic I struggled to place for a bit before settling on “totally generic stock photo model.”

I’ll get comparative pictures for you all at some point, but genuinely. Legitimately. The 3DS games were bleak. There were maybe eight aesthetic categories for men’s fashion, total, to the fourteen non-bag women’s fashion brands with corresponding aesthetics. (Granted, one of them was “costume”, so you could argue thirteen, but especially in the later two games there was still a fair bit of depth to that brand such that it had a defined aesthetic.) All of the women’s brands and aesthetics were very distinct - you could tell the difference between “professional officewear” and either “preppy” or “luxury” at a glance, even if there were items that could fit into one of those aesthetics secondarily. With the men’s brands, you had four or maybe five, and there was heavy bleedthrough of the aesthetics they listed. Both the men’s and women’s fashion had categories for “bold” and “edgy”. For the women’s fashion, “bold” is clearly inspired by gyaru fashion and “edgy” is clearly punk rock. They have different brands. For the men’s… “edgy” is SLIGHTLY more punk, but it’s by degrees, and it’s not going nearly so far as the equivalent women’s fashion. They share a brand. In addition to those two, you had “basic” (simple items, solid colors and maybe some stripes,) “preppy,” (school uniforms and stuff, self-explanatory,) “bohemian” (also pretty self-explanatory, but you never saw it in the international versions - it was cut outright for Trendsetters and while some vestiges of the style existed in Style Star, no customers ever asked for it there,) luxury (you want suits? Here’s your suits,) and “contemporary” (more patterns and material textures than basic but the same general aesthetic.)

So: You could wear a suit, you could dress a bit like a rocker but a pretty mediocre one, or you could dress like, as I said before, a stock photo model. With an above-average tendency towards vests in Style Star, but still very much a stock photo model, or maybe a midbudget CW show.

And the more I think about it, the easier it is to articulate the issue with how the men’s fashion has been treated in Syn Sophia games. The women’s fashion has all these distinct and recognizable styles, including a bunch of varieties of streetwear - you’ve got gyaru and punk styles, you’ve got Decora/Pop Kei, you’ve got girly fashion that’s somewhere around cottagecore/mori aesthetics, you have stuff that would be suitable for an office. Gothic and sweet lolita have their own separate brands. While Style Star folded its athletic brand into the pop one, the first three games all had a dedicated brand for that… for the women’s fashion.

The menswear never had a dedicated athletic aesthetic. Not even a brand, since as mentioned there were like four of those. It didn’t have an aesthetic. And THAT is why Fashion Dreamer feels like an improvement to me already, because as sparse as my options are for the men’s fashion there are at least plenty of sweatpants at long last. (I am however struggling to find men’s jeans, and it took me WAY too long to figure out where the bit specifying what type a pattern was for was located.)

The men’s fashion in Style Savvy was consistently an afterthought. And you can tell, because athletic/athleisure clothes were a staple of the women’s fashion for the first three games and still present in the fourth, but totally absent in the men’s fashion. I can trust that there’s more variety for the women’s fashion in Fashion Dreamer and that I was getting an overrepresentation of the lolita stuff because that’s what’s most popular with the playerbase, because I know from past games that there was that depth and that the lolita fashion was particularly popular. I don’t have that same trust for the men’s fashion, not yet. And honestly I doubt the game will deliver for me, much as I’d love to be proven wrong.

But hey! At least this time around, I’ve yet to see an outfit that makes a male character look like the Distracted Boyfriend meme!

#regalli plays fd #style savvy #since this is a reasonably deep dive into how the fashion aesthetics work there #and how the menswear in those games was so aesthetically limited #at least by the standards of ‘people who have never played our beloved niche fashion/shop management series’ #but yeah anyway 1) I think the fashion should be un-gender-locked; let dudes wear dresses and heart stockings; #let girls wear less fitted stuff; 2) it does at least genuinely seem BETTER #3) all of this is just my thoughts on the men’s fashion options. #I think the best way I can get across my experience with the UI is thus: I want to make my game dev brother who does UI play this #I want reassurance from an expert that I am not just oblivious; this is badly designed. I want him to feel better about his skills. #because I’m enjoying this game but HOO BOY it is in SPITE of how unintuitive it feels to play. #I will talk more about that later. #m