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sapphicseasapphire · 3 months

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There are many tales and legends that follow Hyrule’s history.

These legends are passed down amongst mortals, told to generation after generation. Whispered my mortals to their children, turned to ballads sung around campfires, carved into stone to last lifetimes.

Mortals tell stories of the creation of their world: of Golden Goddesses. Din, who formed the rock, the physical structure of the earth. She crafted mountains out of hardening lava, canyons carved from shifting stone. And then there was Nayru, who placed laws upon the land. Not petty mortal laws in place to measure morality, but universal laws that must be followed. Things like time or gravity. Finally, there was Farore, who breathed life into the newly formed world. She covered the earth in blankets of lush green, populated forests and rivers with wildlife, placed people upon the fresh surface.

The Golden Three then left their completed world to create another, as was their purpose. But they didn’t leave it alone. For left behind was a fourth Goddess, Hylia, tasked with protecting the realm. Hylia had great power, and with it, she created minor deities, lesser Gods with specialized tasks in order to ease her own burdens.

And that, it would seem, is where the story begins.

. . .

In every era, in every time line, the God of Time is known by a different name. Throughout history, these names take on new meanings, tall tales are woven by the chattering of mortals.

In his own era, he is Link. A hero. It is a name spoken with gratitude, with admiration, with appreciation. He’s a Godling walking amongst mortals, mingling with them. Bonding with them. Becoming involved in a way that most deities wouldn’t dare. Then again, he used to be one of them.

As years pass, centuries lost to the relentless flow of time, his status grows. He learns. He evolves. He is no Godling anymore. Some know him as the Fierce Deity, a powerful Protection God not unlike Hylia. Though his methods are more… direct. He’s a warrior, he cuts down his enemies without hesitation. He will stop at nothing to keep his people safe… even if that means becoming lost to his own power.

(Members of the Hyrulean Army, royalty, and those training in the ways of battle will pray for his protection during conflicts.)

To others, he is known as Father Time: a minor deity with dominion over the flow of time. He cannot see the future, but he can change the it by changing the past. With the ability to rewind and create new timelines, he remains a Protector God. Most of the folklore here comes as an explanation for dejavú. It is said that if an action or place feels familiar to you even if you have no recollection of being there or doing it before, that’s Father Time rewriting history for you. He’s watching over your shoulder, creating a timeline for the best version of your future. It’s familiar because you HAVE done it before, he’s giving you a chance to do it over. Don’t miss that chance.

(People from all corners of Hyrule pray to him for luck)

To others, he is the Man of Many Faces. He’s said to be able to change shape at will, walking among mortals and acting as a messenger for the Gods. He relays information that he’s gathered among the land of Hyrule and relays it the deities who cannot- or will not- show themselves. He’s less of a protector in these legends, often depicted as a young man. Maybe even a child. Some accounts paint him out to be stoic, while others view him more as a trickster god. It is said that if you encounter a stranger while on the road, silent and nameless, that the Man of Many Faces is paying you a visit. Treat them with kindness, you never know who’s watching.

(Travelers pray to him for safety on the road and in the wilds, though a lot of prayers are just asking for forgiveness or asking for specific messages to be relayed)

. . .

Time wasn’t always a God.

Hylia had been quiet for centuries, having divided her duties among so many minor deities. These deities kept the balance, though they weren’t involved in mortals’ lives. However, a certain Hylian child quickly caught their attention. Young Link had broken Nayru’s laws so carelessly during the course of his quest to save his world from Ganondorf’s malice. So often. So recklessly. It made more work for the Gods, and they watched him closely, gauging his competency, his resourcefulness, his willingness to succeed.

They were pleased with his skills.

And so, when his quest was over, they thrust him into another.

The land of Termina wasn’t real- kind of Koholint style but also Silent Realm style. It was one big trail to test child Link, baby Time, to see if he’d be able to handle being a God.

Link has no idea that it’s an illusion when he stumbles into the strange land, when he’s faced into a vicious three day cycle, staring down a malicious moon. Countless lives are at stake, people rely on him without even knowing the power he wields. He is a child, he is a grown man, he is no one, and he is the only person who is real.

Throughout this trail, he’s given the ability to use masks to change his shape, including the mask of the Fierce Deity, who he would eventually become. This trail nearly kills him. In fact, it does kill him. The moon crashes into the earth, cleansing this imaginary land in Din’s flames… only for it to be brought back again, for Link to be revived.

Until he gets it right.

There’s no escape. If he fails, he cannot walk away and return to Hyrule. No, he can only retry. Again and again. Until he succeeds and is rewarded with the Godly mantle thrust upon him. The point of the trail was to simulate a world that needed saving, to teach him the fragility of mortal lives, to force him to use time as a weapon, as a tool, to his advantage. Training grounds for a young God.

When he finally succeeds, he comes face to face with the Gods who have forsaken him, and he does not get to deny their plans for him. He can do nothing to fight against the searing pain behind his eyelid as sacred light pours out from him. He cannot escape his fate as he is Marked.

Link spent years in Termina. Depending on who you ask, he never returned at all.

. . .

Some notes!

• He’s kind of the ‘other.’ The newest God, barely considered to be anything of note by those who have existed for millennia. He’s met Hylia. Nayru, Din, and Farore are gone but he can still sense them. Hear them. Sometimes he can speak to them. He knows every deity from every era. He knows legends that have been lost to time, legends amongst Gods. Legends that mortals have forgotten.

• He knows the Legend of the Godkiller. He’s. Terrified of Sky, actually.

• His relationship with other Gods isn’t so great (this man’s so good at holding grudges). And his connection with mortals is what makes him so special! He interacts with them literally all the time, he’s married to one, and some day, he will have mortal children. Or else Twilight wouldn’t exist.

• “You’ve met with a terrible fate, haven’t you?”

• He plays his silly little Song of Time, but really, he doesn’t need to. He doesn’t rewind time often since it just makes new timelines for him to keep track of (and there’s already too many, thank you very much). He only does so when it’s life or death. And by that I mean, he only does so when someone dies and he has to bring them back.

• HE CANNOT DIE. If he gets mortally wounded, time flows as usual up until he takes his last breath, then it automatically rewinds to the moment before he sustained the injury. He does not get sick. He does not age. He is the only member of the group that is actually 100% immortal

• This is not a good thing.

• He knows A LOT. More than he lets on, more than he’d ever hope to be able to explain. More than I could ever explain to you, dear reader, as I myself am not a God.

Original Character Sheets!

Sky’s Origin!

Wild’s Origin!

#the legend of zelda #my art #fanart #chain as cryptids au #fierce deity #ocarina of time #majoras mask #CAC origins #look I posted it at 11:58 #I told you I’d get it posted by the end of the day #cryptid time #links meet au

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orphetoon · 4 months

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So... can we get a close up of Dragon Link (role swap au)??? ;u;

here’s a very quick scribble of his design

#i see one horned designs of him a lot but he looks too much like farore imo #so his horns are like the master sword hilt #originally there was some fierce deity in his design but i couldn’t make it work #ask #delete later

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kheprriverse · 6 months

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Look familiar? Bounty Hunter and magic user turned Deity, Ko'jin. Later dubbed as the "Fierce Deity."

Other outfits are a wip. I was gonna wait until they were done but couldn't resist sharing what I was working on for a week.

Masterpost | Lineup | Ko-fi - More info under the cut! This one’s gonna be a pretty long one and the last half below will have the text on the image (coz tumblr’s probably gonna eat the quality) plus some notes sprinkled in.

Plus a look at the Moon Serpent, a common form Ko'jin takes. I'd like to think the Moon Serpent is more commonly known by his followers than the man himself. There are others he takes, like the Silver Wolf, but the dragon is the one most associated with him.

He's relatively unknown after the war before Skyloft's ascent, his image having been completely removed from history. The few traces of him by OOT/MM would be oral tradition, specifically through family members as bedtime stories and legends to tell. Stories about a curious serpent and a powerful artifact.

After the events of MM, the Moon Serpent becomes active again and the festivals dedicated to it return.

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Ko’jin, Bounty hunter chosen by Goddess Farore.

“Ko’jin” is not his real name. Once a mortal becomes a god, they abandon their original name. He was never given a proper one again aside from nicknames by worshippers and other deities. Ko’jin is a nickname given to him by his future wife when they first met.

He wears facepaint which is mixed with magic to bolster strength and speed. And later he would get tattoos that did the same [seen later].

Before becoming a god he was a bounty hunter [and popular at that, often being the favorite of a neighboring town]. He would take commission to hunt down monsters many others refused to go near.

Ko’jin has a strong affinity for magic [he uses it practically every day] and often imbues the edges of his sword with darkness magic. Though, the element given to his sword can still vary depending on what or who he’s fighting.

His undersuit and white tunic are much more protective than the brass chainmail, which instead is used more for artistic liberty than function.

“Early Days Moon Serpent”

Ko’jin’s god form was often a dragon for the ease of guiding lost spirits to the afterlife [he’s a judgement god with a very strong connection to the dead and guiding those spirits became his secondary function].

[During the first war with Demise] Soldiers often saw this form as the “Spirit of Courage” and their protector. They worshipped him and gave him gifts in hopes that he’d watch over him [and guide them to a better afterlife if they were to fall in battle (that secondary function). He basically became a huge symbol for soldiers specifically and I feel like this would feed the “War God” title he was given way later on despite not actually being a War God.]

In many ancient artifacts [ones that could be found at least], the Moon Serpent would be as either a two-headed serpent or two separate beings with their horns crossed. [There’s going to be a lot of “two’s” with him. Two swords, two lives, etc. in depictions of him the two heads/bodies of the serpent would be called “the Body” and “the Spirit”. Later on he’s split into two to be sealed away in a similar theme. “Two lives” refers to the before and after his sealing as he loses his memory of his “past life” and becomes a new person (hence a different appearance). I can see Hylia having foresaw a lot of this tbh.]

#legend of zelda #legend of zelda au #loz #loz au #majora's mask #Fierce Diety #fierce deity/fd/terminus #Ko'jin (Kheprriverse)#Moon Serpent (Kheprriverse)#sorry thus is a rEALLY long post. i have a lot to say about this man #originally i wasnt gonna go into his backstory at all. maybe a little bit about the war?#but ultimately decided that maaaaaaaaybe we can look a little into him for a bit #i have reasons why i didnt go with ‘Kishin’ as a name. sorry manga readers #also a peak @ termina’s language? its still a wip tho #ignore my extremely jumbled thoughts #i’ll reblog with closeups in a minute #Kheprriart

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summertimemusician · 7 months

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Linktober Shadow Day 8

Majora('s Mask)

*throws bouquet of roses* For the Time lovers.

Also my bias is probably coming through really strongly right now, but I'm not well rested enough to care plus I've been playing Majora's Mask a lot again this month, it's as important to me as Twilight Princess so this is kind of my love letter to it and Time and my excuse to explore the concept of Majora and the Fierce Deity and divinity in LoZ, though that's an essay for another day lol (/j)

As always can be read as romantic or platonic depending on your preferences, Reader is gender neutral and this is definitely self indulgent so it can be read in or outside of an LU context, most of the references to the LU names are for simplicity and to give a rough idea of why Reader has some stuff they do. Makes it easier to clarify lol, though as I've been hit by yet another storm the Linktober prompt will be for tomorrow, I'm basically picking a god and praying this actually posts X_X

TW(?):

Don't think there's any warnings besides MJM's typical body horror really, and very graphic descriptions and Majora in general.

Even after so, so long, so much so it feels like a lifetime ago, Termina still stuck with you and Time.

The thing about being in a timeloop that went on for who knows how long and whose failure to reset it would be total destruction to so many good different people, is that you quickly learn some habits to try and maximize as many successes as possible, how Time (Mask, then, after the living nightmare of Termina, during the War of Ages, still Link though) quickly learned the location of each enemy he could, how you learned to call out the best way to quickly assess and take down an enemy as quickly as possible, how you both learned to watch each other’s backs and to care for the people and Termina to the point Link went from just a warrior to a healer, granted the trust of holding the crystalization of the hopes and dreams of the people of Termina that, even if they couldn’t remember it, wanted the cycle to end, wanted to hunt the threat to reality itself and purge it from the world. To bite down onto it’s neck and feel the thrill and glee and cutting down such an opponent.

Most importantly, after bleeding, crying, sweating and toiling against the unrelenting flow of time and insanity all brought upon by a lonely child being left alone and manipulated to commit heinous acts as ‘pranks’. It taught you and Time the importance of contingency plans, and about always, always being prepared for any and all situations, unlikely as they could be. Of taking through note of even the smallest detail that caught your eyes at a glance.

‘To defeat an abomination, you need one of two things: A deity, or a monster.’, you think cynically to yourself, stepping over Time’s fallen form as Warriors bolted over with blizzard forged fury in his cold, calculated movements to defend him in your stead as you called Hyrule over, the young man quickly starting to heal your Hero as you glare down at the disgusting stain on reality engaging Twilight and Wild all at once, gleeful at having watched the person you adored the most fall, bringing out the ultimate contingency from your cloak, you hadn’t even told him about it, because you prayed you’d never need to resort to this, ‘… Forgive me, Link. The first option isn’t doable here.’

Time was your everything, you knew how his story ended, with so much grief until he finally met Twilight again. You tried, you really did, to not allow yourself to love him but it was impossible because he was Link, the man who longed for adventure ever since he was young, embodying the freedom of the forest of life and death that made up the whole of Faron Woods and the Lost Woods and as steady as it’s moors, voice quiet and calm like a stream in the woods and with and with a smile to rival the warm sun and so, so heartbreakingly kind. Who protected and saved and healed people while slowly healing his own soul and who attempted to soothe his descendant’s pain the second he could even from beyond the grave.

And you’d be darned if you allowed anything to take him from you or the boys before his time without a fight. You couldn’t care less if he would eventually die as he was destined to in every timeline, it didn’t matter if it was futile, because he mattered, you loved him, and you’d keep him safe and happy for as long as you could.

It didn’t matter if one day tragedy will catch up to him, it mattered that he was loved while alive.

Even if you had to step on fire to make sure of it.

“Twilight, Wild. Step away.”, the edges of the spikes of the purple and crimson mask that haunted your nightmares as much as it did Time’s, it leered at you with it’s arsenic and pus eyes, picking apart at your weaknesses as it’s spikes dug into your hand as you tightened your grip to keep if from shaking. Tone falsely confident as you called to the Hero of Twilight and Wild to retreat.

(‘To defeat an abomination, you need a deity or a monster.’

The definition is awfully interchangeable, if you look at it.

You had found it, abandoned and in a dungeon Wind’s Era, not quite awake, but not asleep either. The eldritch hunger almost chocking you with it’s voracity, the darkness assessing, stalking, prowling and starving, it prodded at you but didn’t dig yet. It knew how to play the long game in it’s quest to stop feeling empty.

Funny thing is, so did you. You were a lot harder to break than the Skull Kid, would not break.

Majora wanted to cease, like how it had ceased before the Terminan Tribe ripped it from it’s slumber, taught it hunger, taught it cruelty, taught it how to manipulate and take amusement in consuming the wishes of mortals and their very souls only to never be satisfied. Had fueled it with wrath from being ripped from a lovely, endless dream of beautiful songs and a kind soul. To be torn from it’s fantasy and then left to rot.

You offered to grant it a proper rest. And so a deal was struck. Your one contingency if the situation was truly dire, in case you couldn’t get the Fierce Deity Mask instead -because you knew how Link was, he’d burn himself out until there was naught but ash. You refused to let it ever come to that, after his excruciating screams of pain had clawed an aching, hurtful place into your very soul-, and Majora was starving and desperate, a dangerous combination for any being but something you could use.

So be it, if to protect divinity you needed to become a monstrosity, a monster was what you’d be.

You’d keep him safe. And you knew that if the Fierce Deity put him down once, he could do it again in case you slipped. Between him and Sky you weren’t afraid at all of the risk.

Even if Time never forgave you for taking it.)

You smile bitterly, tearing up in spite of yourself as you see the second Time spots you and the cursed artifact in hand, eye wide, voice ripping from his throat in desperation, “I’m quite selfish, I’m sorry.”

His haunted expression cuts you deeper than any knife, as you knew it was an image that featured in many of your nightmares and his own. But you’re insatiable for his happiness, so you take the plunge.

“NO NO NO NO DON’T-“

You put on the mask, and you scream.

It’s like stepping on fire, a twisted, desperate tune, a note of discord, a belt of harmony and fury and most importantly, the mighty need to consume the one who had tried to take the one you loved away from you.

Defy death, defy entropy, defy chaos, defy flame and voracity.

You cling to your self control with a snarl, howling in defiance. Sinking your nails into the abyss’ throat and biting, tearing, holding, tasting rot and withered flowers and the writhing of shadows and the blood of distorted gluttonousdivinity on your tongue with savagery equal to the way the demon sinks it's spikes onto you. Chew on it’s tender, rotting flesh, quaff down the lukewarm pus of it’s heart and the rust of blood as it bites off your skin, stripping your mind into chunks as it nests into your ribs like the spikes of wild, dead roses when it finds your mind tougher to break and you BURN YOU ARE LIFE YOU ARE CHAOS AND YOU ARE DROWNING AND YOU ARE FLAME-

You move, and Majora’s laugh sounds like a scream and a song as reality howls.

Your bones, sinew, muscles, nerves, veins and teeth are reformed, the being pounces, dancing, swerving, whipping, cleaving, ripping and feeding into the monsters with putrid, revolting gusto. Whenever it’s attention even tries to waver towards the Heroes you sink your hold in harder, stubborn, you’re sure there’s blood dripping from your mouth beneath the mask, your eyes, your ears, as it reaches a crescendo of glee and pain. A human body isn’t meant to hold so much divinity at once, much less as wretched and horrific as Majora’s, but you don’t care, can’t care, when you’re holding onto yourself like a vice, refusing to give it even a single inch.

It doesn’t kill Dark Link, the bastard (the one who’d hurt Time, the one who would have finished him off if not for you and Warriors). But the screech the Shadow releases as it gets ripped to shreds and the ripple of it’s retreating form is enough to make you partially agree with Majora’s vicious, amused glee that it was satisfying. Even if the feeling of you allowing it to utilize your skin temporarily felt revolting and disgusting in a way it made you wish you were actually on fire, not just in so much pain in a metaphysical level that it sure rivaled being set on fire, frost burned and lightning struck all in one go.

All is still now, all is silent.

Now comes the difficult part.

'Are you quite sure?', whispers Majora, crooning like nails on chalkboards, and it’s spikes sink into you tighter when you grip the sides of it, teeth gritted as you start prying it out of your face, amused by your defiance, but no longer as hungry. You did allow it quite the meal, you bet nothing like fellow divinity tastes better to the being, like the taste of a forbidden fruit you were going to be unfortunately acquainted given you’re sure Dark Link’s blood is on your teeth.

'Yes.' comes your faint response, as your sanity frays in fragile threads, you think someone calls your name, but you are drowning, you are burning, and you know that if you don’t focus it will break you. And you’d be fully dead before you let that happen. If you’re going to die you’re going to die as a human.

'Tou are so, so cold… So cruel.' It drawls, the demon’s voice like the gnawing of rats, like maggots under you skin, you convulse, falling to your knees with a wounded keen and pull harder, you barely noticed someone falling by your side, frantically calling your name, but the mask’s eyes dim to an outsider’s perspective, resigned as it hums dreamily, 'I suppose that’s why The Divine Hunter cares for you so, why it’s vessel’s claim is so strong.'

Good, you were banking on it being sleepy, after gorging yourself on the enemy of your boys, Hylia’s gash and Din’s assets your mouth is going to taste putrid for months isn’t it?

Majora hisses, growls, howls and screeches, a brush against your essence as it retreats. Unwinding from every single cell of your body, distorting your atoms back to their proper shape. It still hurts, buy it’s more bearable, although you quickly notice you’re chocking on a different form of Divinity, more possessive, more wild but just as old and ferocious as it snaps at the retreating heels of the twisted, chaotic thorns. Making reality remember your own shape quicker at the cost of filling every crack consumed by the demon.

You swear that thing is smiling smugly at something else, teeth bared and very entertained, taking the suffering of the people of Termina and the cold revulsion in your veins with it as it retreats with it's cacaphony of voices to the shade, 'A shame. Feasting more would be delightful, but very well. We trust that though you hurt today, tomorrow you’ll make sure we head on our way.'

You don’t have the mind or heart to say anything else to it, for it grows silent as the spikes rip from the sides of your face, you bite of a tortured yell as the spikes rip off chunks of skin and flesh, clawing at the ground with, thankfully, soothing, perfectly regular fingers and nails, albeit cracked, you feel someone take their hand in yours, and you crack open an eye, carefully aware of the blood dripping down your face from the half removal of the heart shaped mask and the thrum of thunder replacing the cold in your veins with boiling, protective warmth.

Time.

“You shouldn’t be up already.”, you rasp, looking over his wounded form, healed by Hyrule, you shakily take your left hand to keep prying at the Majora’s Mask, only for him to take it gently in yours, you taste blood, the petrichor of the Lost Woods mist and pine on the back of your mouth, chasing the rot of Majora away.

“It’s nothing, we both know I’ve had worse.” He says, firmly shaking his head. His scarred eye is open, ivory like bone, the markings more vibrant and prominent with the ferocity of a god, he looks tired, and you attempt to speak, to apologize, to voice your worry because you knew channeling the deity without a conduit was a bad idea, before coughing, shaking from the aftermath of your reckless, reckless plan.

(You unfortunately can’t say you regret it much, though, when you silently bear the combined brunt of Time and Fierce Deity’s care once you reach camp and the protective way they act towards you. Even though Majora is long gone much to your resigned exasperation, and the rest of your boys amusement, but that is for much, much later.)

Time gently hums, it rings through you like thunder as he holds you close, tapping your neck in a rhythm you could recognize in your sleep for when he was about to pull arrows, blades or shrapnel from your skin, or was ready to have it done to himself, you immediately loosen yourself as much as possible, gripping his hand tightly as he rips the rest of the Majora’s Mask off, inert and lifeless as when you’ve both woke up from a new day, he holds you close as you try to breathe, reassuring himself you’re still here, “Don’t you ever scare me like that again. Please.” He pleads, begs, prays. He can't lose you too.

And you can’t help it, you smile as you cry crimson and russet tones from your eyes, holding him back as close as you dare to. He doesn’t hate you, you’re sure you’re going to soon participate in the argument of a lifetime. But Link doesn’t hate you, doesn’t see you as a monster any more than you could ever see him as anything but the kind companion you always knew.

So you let yourself nod, helpless to say no to him for anything really. And allow yourself to breathe, you’re both going to be alright.

#linked universe x reader #linked universe time x reader #lu time x reader #also know as Reader Going All in on their Feral Arc on my docs lol #this makes reference to Majora's story in fhe manga before it became a mask.#and basically has some of my many many thoughts about why it evolved the way it did and it's effects #even though all the original version of it as a demon was basically one long nap lol #The Majora's Mask adapts depending on who's wearing it and in this essay I will-#Majora: So what's in it for me if I indulge your little mortal whims?#Reader who us willing to do anything for the Links and Time: Free food entertainment and a nap?#Majora after seeing it can annoy Fierce Deity in one go too: Deal #They're both analogue and aspects to each other and are so mad about it. Majora wasn't gonna to pass that up lol #Mortals holding divinity when they aren't vessels explicitly created for it has consequences in LoZ and that's reflected here #kind of #Fierce Deity x Reader #? albeit very mildly and through Time's care #Fierce Deity doesn't like sharing his vessel or the rest of the Chain with other deities and that extends to Reader #They basically gave them the metaphysical equivalent of a hose down in a lab to avoid contamination #and replaced all of the energy it put in there with his own to make a point and to help with the strain #I have so many thoughts about Time and about this stuff lol #Majora. Appreciating Reader's unhinged defiance: I like this one. FD growling: Back off my vessel has had dibs for years #summer writes linktober shadow 2023 #summer writes #and now I crash lol #Also friendly reminder that the Majora's Mask is MIA in Wind Waker and was never exorcised in the Downfall line #just throwing that out there

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shiroscosmicass · 4 months

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Took a stab at Majora Dragon's counterpart: Fierce Deity Dragon!

He's pretty similar to the Light Dragon but I gave him fuzzy hooves and double-helix horns.

I'm really having fun draconifying other zelda characters. Who should I do next?

#fierce deity #fierce deity link #oni link #dragon #draconification #totk #tears of the kingdom #legend of zelda #the legend of zelda #loz #original art

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madigan-thompson · 9 months

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So, I am a crazy Legend of Zelda fan, hence why I love jojo's Linked Universe. I love the idea of all the Links coming together, but of course that sparked an idea. You see, I am one of the nerds that memorized the Zelda Timeline (infamous, I know), and I realized that in the Fallen Timeline (Link being defeated by Ganon in Ocarina of Time), no hero ever went back to save Termina from the Falling Moon and Majora's Mask (The same could be said for the Adult Timeline as well, but that's a whole other can of worms).

So what would the gods of Termina do (if we are going with it being an actual place and not a dream/Link being dead. A whole OTHER can of worms)? Well, stands to reason that they would have to name their own hero. But they don't have the Triforce OR the spirit of the hero, so they would have to use what they had...and the natural enemy of the Majora's Mask is the Fierce Deity, a power created from all the anger, sorrow, and pain of the people of Termina. So...

After that long-winded nerdy explanation, allow me to introduce Knil, Hero of Sorrows, also known as the Fierce Deity.

I styled her after jojo's art style because I could just imagine her showing up in Linked Universe and having ZERO idea who any of these weirdos are XD.

#fanfic art #my art #digital art #original character #linked universe #majoras mask #fierce deity #legend of zelda

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halfcrackerspider-man · 10 months

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i made these images the other day i need to keep them somewhere

#i haven't made an original post in forever how the fuck do you tag #zelda #majoras mask #fierce deity #link #totk #happy mask salesman #the moons haunted...#tloz mm #zelda posting

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8hitz3n · 5 months

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Sona ref sheet! I finally made one- I needed to post something despite my lack of activity due to real life things getting in the way

#fanart #drawings #oc #sona #persona #artsona #painting #meet the artist #thats me guys #fierce deity #hes the descendant of fierce deity link thays why he has stripes #redesign #original character #original art #reference sheet #character sheet

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skyloftian-nutcase · 2 years

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Paradox (Linked Universe Sickfic)

Summary: When Sky suddenly falls deathly ill with strange markings, Time has to piece together the cause and save him.

(Click here to read on AO3)

No one was entirely sure when it had happened, but Sky’s hair had been whitening. Once it became apparent, he’d been teased mercilessly for it by some, but other members of the team watched nervously, unsure if something was wrong.

The teasing had quickly stopped when Sky’s energy had started to deplete more easily. He’d be exhausted after a couple hours of walking. He could barely get through a meal without almost falling asleep in his food.

And then the coughing and fever had started.

By the time the boy’s hair had finally stained entirely white, he was a shivering mess. One morning, Time saw him by the river and walked over to him, surprised he was already awake, and realized with an icy jolt that he was crying.

“Sky,” he said, rushing to the younger hero and kneeling beside him. “Sky, what’s wrong?”

Sky had his face buried in his hands, shuddering and sobbing quietly. Time put a hand on his shoulder as the boy spiraled into a coughing fit.

“Sky,” he tried again as Warriors ran to join them alongside Legend.

The young knight eventually pulled his hands away, hiccupping, and looked at Time with pure terror in his eyes. His right cheek bore two parallel slashes beneath his eye, thick and bruised in color, and so, so, eerily familiar.

Time’s heart skipped a beat.

Warriors immediately looked at Time for guidance while Legend said, “What the hell happened to his face?”

“Sky, what did you do?” Time whispered, tracing the marking and wiping away multiple trails of tears as he did so.

He could never quite get an answer out of the boy. His condition only worsened after that. Twilight had come over quickly after Sky got so worked up he was vomiting, and the rancher carried him back to his bedroll after helping him clean up at the river. Sky had settled into an uneasy sleep and there he had remained for the rest of the day.

Time and Warriors had immediately searched his pouch for any sign of the cursed mask, but it wasn’t in the Skyloftian’s possession. Time found it innocently resting in his own pouch, and the captain looked at him in confusion.

“What could have happened?” he asked quietly. “He had to have worn it, right?”

“I don’t know,” Time answered, shaking his head. “It would be the only logical conclusion, but I’ve never seen him with it.”

A twig snapped behind them, and they turned to see Legend standing over their hunched forms, his arms crossed.

“All right, I want an explanation,” Legend demanded. “Sky’s only getting worse, and it’s scaring everyone. You clearly have some idea of what’s going on, so tell me.”

Time sighed. “We really don’t know, Veteran. His markings match an artifact of mine, but to our knowledge he hasn’t been in contact with it.”

“What artifact?” Legend questioned, his brow furrowing, refusing to end his interrogation.

Warriors looked at Time hesitantly, but the eldest only shrugged. There was no sense in keeping the existence of the mask itself a secret, just its use. The captain pulled the mask out for the veteran to see, holding it carefully out of the teenager’s reach.

“Hey! I know that mask!”

Turning, they saw Wild approaching them with a bowl of broth in his hands. “I didn’t realize you guys had the Fierce Deity mask as well.”

Time and Warriors eyed each other warily before looking back at the boys. “What do you know of it?”

“It can give you a little power boost, especially if you have the armor too,” Wild explained.

Maybe he loses his power over time, the eldest Hero wondered. The mask he had been using was not just a power boost, it was a game of risk, an adrenaline rush and a drug that could overpower the user if they weren’t careful.

“I see,” was all Time said.

The sound of retching caught their attention, and everyone hurried to Sky, who was being tended to by Twilight. The rancher looked up at Time, his face clouded with worry.

Sky had markings on both his cheeks now.

Moaning, the Skyloftian shriveled in Twilight’s arms, miserable and clearly in severe pain. His entire body was soaked in sweat. Wild wordlessly took the soiled bedroll from beside the rancher and walked away to clean it, carrying it with a white knuckled grip. Legend crouched down beside Sky and started to talk to him, trying to ask him what was wrong and where it hurt. Everyone else had gathered around, and Wind was asking question after question until Warriors eventually guided the worried boy away.

Four hugged himself, looking at Time. “Is he going to be okay?”

Time tried to give him a reassuring smile, but he didn’t really have an answer. He didn’t know what was wrong. He glanced at Hyrule, who shook his head.

“I’ve gone through every elixir and herb I can think of,” Hyrule muttered, worried. “Whatever it is, it’s not a normal sickness.”

Sky started to cry again, helpless and hurting, and Time had to walk away to compose himself.

That night no one slept. Sky was inconsolable, so the boys simply took shifts to try and be there for him. Twilight stayed with him through first watch, and then Legend sat beside him, worriedly knitting at a blanket he’d been working on for the knight since he’d first gotten ill. Time took the third watch, letting Sky rest in his lap, his moans and sniffles occasionally subsiding until he started to cry in pain again, leaving the eldest Link to hold him helplessly.

By the time the horizon started to bleed pink, Time was at his wit’s end. He despised this feeling, this utter uselessness. He couldn’t even make his boy comfortable at this point. He looked around the area to see if there was anything, anything that he could use to ease Sky’s suffering, and his eyes settled on an item in Sky’s belongings.

The Master Sword.

Time stared at it, his mind blank for a moment as dread filled him. The mystical blade was supposed to protect its wielder, wasn’t it? It was already obvious that Sky’s illness was unnatural, so shouldn’t the sword have prevented it?

Could it protect him now? Sky hadn’t touched it since he’d first fallen ill. Time distinctly remembered when it pulled Twilight from his wolf form a month ago.

Time felt his blood freeze. Slowly, he reached out, trembling fingers a hair’s breadth from the hilt.

Terror made him pause, but Sky whimpered again, taking a shuddering breath, tears trailing down tracks that they’d already made from earlier in the night, and the Hero of Time refused to let his fear lead to more suffering on Sky’s part.

His hand closed around the hilt, his heart racing, and he drew the blade.

For a moment nothing happened. For a moment nothing moved. Time held his breath to the point that he started to grow dizzy, feeling like a terrified child waiting for something awful to happen.

And then the blade pulsed. Sky shivered in Time’s arm. The blade pulsed again.

Time looked worriedly between the Master Sword and Sky, and he saw the boy’s eyes slowly opening. “…Fi…?”

Time brought the blade closer, unsure what he was supposed to do, trembling from head to toe. Sky glanced to his left to see the sacred blade, and he tried to reach for it with shaking fingers. Time let it rest in his grip, holding it with him so he wouldn’t drop it, and Sky smiled weakly.

Time breathed an immense sigh of relief.

“Fi…” Sky mumbled, his soft smile breaking through his worn, bone tired face. “I’m… sorry…”

His eyes welled with tears again, alarming Time. “Sky, it’s okay, everything’s going to be okay, you have nothing to be sorry for.”

Sky’s hand slipped off the hilt of his sword, and the blade pulsed again, faster, almost as if the blade were panicking. Time felt dread fill him. This… wasn’t a good sign.

“Sky,” he said, ignoring the frantic tone his voice had taken. He shook the boy, unceremoniously dropping the sword beside him. The teenager had grown limp, his eyes gazing off blankly, but he was still breathing, albeit shakily. “Link.”

Warriors had hastened over by this point, being the third person on watch and hearing Time’s voice rise in distress. Twilight was there in the heartbeat after, probably either just waking up or never having fallen asleep.

“What’s happening?” Twilight asked, his tone pitched up in fear despite his efforts to keep quiet.

“He’s getting worse,” Time answered, not taking his eyes off the boy.

Warriors hissed. “Worse? He can’t get much worse.”

Shaking the boy, Warriors tapped his cheek and tried to get his attention. Sky seemed to come back to awareness a little before his lips started to tremble and he whimpered, shriveling into Time’s chest.

“Sky, where does it hurt?” Warriors asked with a hand on the boy’s shoulder.

“E-everywh-where…” Sky hiccupped, his knuckles white as he clenched his fists and gritted his teeth.

“This doesn’t make sense, I don’t—I don’t know what’s wrong with him!” Twilight shook his head, eyes wide.

Time’s thoughts drifted back to his conversation from earlier as his eyes settled on the markings again, and to Sky’s apologies, and he looked Sky in the eye. “Sky… what did you do?”

Warriors looked at the elder disbelievingly. “What are you talking about, this isn’t his fault!”

“I’m not saying it is,” Time replied, shaking his head. “But that doesn’t mean he doesn’t know what happened. Traveler said it himself, this isn’t a normal illness. The Master Sword tried to react to something within him but it didn’t work. It must be more complicated than that.”

“The Master Sword…?” Twilight muttered, glancing around and seeing it on the grass.

“D… D-Demise…”

The three snapped their attention back to Sky. “Demise?”

“Sky, don’t talk like that,” Twilight said, his voice trembling. “Don’t even start. Nobody’s demise is happening today.”

Sky took a shaky, deep, fortifying breath. “Demise…”

“What demise? Who?” Time asked hurriedly.

“He… h-he… enemy…”

“Demise is a person,” Warriors surmised, brushing sweaty white bangs out of Sky’s face. “Okay, Sky, what about him?”

The three hunched over the young knight as he struggled to breathe. Time felt his insides grow even colder. He knew that rattling sound, that specific, gasping, agonal pattern of breathing, and he saw Warriors’ face pale as he recognized it too.

This was it. Sky was dying. He was dying.

“Sky,” Time pressed urgently. “What about Demise?”

“H-he… ‘s… a g-god…”

“A god?” Twilight questioned. “I’ve never heard of him. Do you mean a spirit? Can he heal you? Is that it? How do we find him, Sky?”

Sky huffed, a rueful smile cutting across his sunken cheek. “Dead… I… k-killed… him.”

The world went silent.

He… he what?

A god. Sky killed a god. A timeless being, a creature with immense power far beyond what Time could even fathom. The closest Time had gotten was Majora, who was likely only a fraction of his power while sealed in the mask, and even then Time had needed a magical item and the powers of a god to even hope to accomplish the task, alongside the help of multiple magical beings.

Perhaps he had used the Fierce Deity mask to defeat this Demise? But Time couldn’t think of a single instance where Sky would have been gone long enough to steal his mask, fight a god, and return without anyone noticing.

No… no, Sky had done this on his own, before he’d ever met them.

Such an act couldn’t be without consequence.

A god. He’d killed a god. A deity.

A deity.

By the goddesses. Could it be…?

“I’m… s-sorry…” Sky suddenly said, his voice cracking, his body shivering. He started to sob uncontrollably now, and Twilight hastily snatched him out of Time’s loosening hold, cradling him as Warriors hovered over him and whispered softly.

Time rose unsteadily, his mind coming to an unsettling conclusion. His feet drew him away unbidden, and he was only broken from his trance by Legend, who was standing in front of the rest of the group; they were all awake and staying together in a tight group, watching the scene from a distance with fear in their eyes.

“Old Man…?” Legend asked, his face white, his own eyes glistening. He looked terrified.

Time couldn’t say anything. He shook his head and kept walking. His response stirred something in the younger boys, and they all ran to be with Sky.

The eldest Link stopped in front of his supplies, and he hunched over, grabbing the small, oval shaped ethereal object.

Could it really be…?

Sky was dying. There was no time left. It was now or never.

Gripping the Ocarina of Time firmly, the eldest Link marched back to his boys, who were all huddled together. The group parted for him when they saw him approach, their expressions holding appeals for him to do something.

Time knelt in front of the skyfallen knight and watched him a moment, gathering his courage. Sky was barely breathing.

He put the ocarina to his lips and played. The notes came to mind immediately, well-practiced, peaceful, somber, calming.

Healing.

There was a bright, warm glow. Everyone winced, looking away for a moment, and when Time looked back, Sky was coughing, harsh and unpleasant but filled with energy and life.

His hair was dirty blonde. His markings were gone.

And on the grass sat a wooden mask.

“Sky?!” Everyone rushed to him again, frantic and confused. The young knight took a few steadying breaths and then looked at Time, shocked.

Time grabbed the mask and tossed it aside so he could get to the boy. He didn’t even want to think of the ramifications of what had just happened.

“Damn time travel,” he muttered as he wrapped Sky into a relieved hug, and everyone else followed suit.

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