#Kishin

[zeldabf]

sorry i've been gone lately! here's some stuff i've pumped out this week ~

gives all of u a little kiss on the head n scampers off

[michelmims]

CRONA (ᗒᗣᗕ)՞💜🖤

Shares are appreciated 💖

[mooutchi]

So i finished it :) im sorry for the horrible black corner but it wouldnt have fit otherwise😭

Anyways :) Kishin's lore in my au is so eueigheueh and tbh he make me so sad i cant wait to share more about my au

Drawings under the cut ! :D

Click in for a better quality , like always 😭

[pumpkinsong42]

madness

[lexikyuu]

x games mode maka with kishin hunter soul, I want to draw kishin hunter outfit maka eventually

[freezingwhitefire]

Canon deity names (or canon-ish) (domains are my thoughts or what was mentioned at some point)

Din (Power/Fire/Battle[?]), Nayru (Wisdom/Love/Water), Farore (Courage/Life[Nature]/Secrets), Hylia (Light/Healing), Demise (Destruction), Majora (Chaos)

My names for some deities (not canon but have to exist... maybe)

Kishin (Order), Aiyana (Time), Ithra (Death and Rebirth)

(Kishin is the Fierce Deity because have you ever messed up someones nice orderly space? They will fight you and kick your ass for it.)

[fran-aka-mak]

day 25 - illusion

using artober for today's prompt!

will use a lot of diff prompts this october ~

❌pls no reupload

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[shycroissanti]

Working on his designﾟ+.(*´pωq`)ﾟ+.

[hyrulean-evalink]

Kishin and Hylia

I know I KNOW that I made a poll and everything, but I really wanted to sketch Kishin's new design and research Hylia a bit more

[ocarina-overture]

Luminary

< bonus chapter here >

/ˈlo͞oməˌnerē/ - A person who inspires or influences others, especially one prominent in a particular sphere. / A natural light-giving body, especially the sun or moon.

to kick off my writing posts, which were encouraged by the poll, here is a stylized telling of kishin's initial meeting with link. the piece is written from his point of view in the mask, upon gaining consciousness after his dormant phase as a mask. i wrote this to explore perspectives a bit more, but also because i really like the moon interior bit of the game.

anyways, hopefully i proofread this one alright! i'm really not much of a skilled writer and just do so as a hobby, so please feel free to correct any issues you happen to see. thank you and enjoy!

Tiny, calloused hands.

Hands of the living.

Something is chiming. Light dust falls upon me, and is delicately shaken off. I can feel it. I can hear it. Something radiates from these hands… but what? It is an energy I have not felt in a long time, but I am certain I have been bathed in it once before.

“So… you’ll play with me?” 

Play?

“We will,”

We?

“Yeah, we promise. Just a bit longer, ok?”

“Alright, then, mister bad guy.”

Ah.

I see it now, no longer blinded by the golden light of the sun. How unfortunate that my newest sight of it pains me so. ‘We’ stand atop a verdant hill, the greenery stretching out in all directions beneath us. The sky above is a vast expanse of blue, decorated by clouds. Though I do not feel wind, they are moving.

At the very crest of the hill before us stands a solitary tree, its branches reaching skyward. The wood appears pristine. Untouched by the ravages of time or the hands of man. 

That is not a detail I wish to consider any longer.

I am held by a boy. A boy? Majora has lent me to a boy? He is not a Terminian. He is a child of Hylia’s. Where am I? She would not have allowed me into her land. Not in this condition. Not from Majora’s hands would She take me, even if I was still alive. I understand. She has a duty.

The boy, no more than even twelve years of age, moves with a nimbleness that entirely belies his youth. He takes a few cautious steps back, parting from the other ‘child’ before him and retreats to the opposite side of the tree. He slumps down with a sigh. 

But he is not alone. A vexing little fairy flits about him, its wings a blur of motion as it buzzes incessantly in his ear.

“Link,” His name? “You shouldn’t use that one! What if it’s a trap? It’s all gross, it’s rotting, and… it looks so dark. If Majora had it, then… could it be just like him? Worse?”

I see Majora is still as much of a fatuous, deceitful thing as it has always been, then.

The boy sets me down on the grass with gentle hands, even courteous enough to let me gaze at our surroundings. He is pure-hearted, to care so delicately for something like myself.

“Tatl,” I cannot discern if that is an insult or her name. Is he referring to her as a tattle? She seems the type. “I gave up every other mask I had for this one. I had to go through challenge after challenge… and if I know anything after all this, it’s that an item I needed to work for is worth my time. And crazy good!” 

So that is how he obtained me? By challenge?

His speech flows with a fluency that is abnormal for one so young. I wish I could decipher more of what he is saying…

This boy is no ordinary one. 

He is too… gentle for his age. Careful, so unwilling to cause any more damage than needed.

His clothing, a simple tunic, is a patchwork of green and tan fabrics, evidence of repairs made with care and skill beyond what might be expected of such a youth. I assume such had been done by his mother.

A fresh nick in his ear hints at past mishaps, while the scuffs and scars that mar his form paint tales of adventures undertaken and many challenges overcome. He appears to be a warrior - although, one in poor care.

I sense he has lived well beyond his own years.

Yet, there is still light in those eyes.

“What if it’s tricking you? You’ll never know!”

“Exactly. I’ll never know, until I put it on.”

The two bicker on. She warns, he rationalizes. If not for their obvious differences, I would have assumed they were siblings.

Despite his calm tone, the boy's nerves are humming beneath the surface, and they would be just out of reach to the casual observer. His movements, however, betray his inner turmoil. 

At first, his fingers search for a distraction in the blades of grass, plucking at them and twisting them as if handling the very threads of his anxiety. Then, his hands shift to his gauntlets, his fingers tracing over the cold leather, feeling for imperfections that do not exist. His hair, already perfectly styled, is yet another victim to his restless hands, strands rearranged with unnecessary precision. 

It is a ritual of sorts, a futile attempt to regain control for a mind spinning in worry.

I find myself humming, though I know he cannot hear me. It’s like watching myself. To self-regulate is all I have known for a very long time. It is all I remember, the only thing that anchors reality. I see the same in him.

…How saddening. He is so troubled for his age, is so burdened by emotions that do not belong to him. That should never have belonged to him. 

Ah, he’s reaching for me again. Perha– BY DIN’S WRATH.

His touch traces the edges of the chipping paint on my cheek, a sensation that sears like molten iron as it lifts and breaks away. 

Each scrape of his fingers against the crumbling wood only echoes the years of decay I have endured. 

I have not felt pain like this since I was cast away to this damned prison.

…He winces as he realizes what he’s just done. To see such kind eyes full of guilt is… upsetting.

“Oh, no..” He's frowning. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean that..”

..It is quite alright, tiny little luminary.

The sprite sighs. “If you want to use that crumbly old thing, then be my guest,” she huffed, swirling around his head for a moment to get closer to me. “I just think it might be dangerous.” Her motives are pure. Her tone, however… 

She is fiery, much like Din. He, on the other hand, sports such powerful courage that Farore would celebrate it. Perhaps he is a child of hers.

The boy pulls himself up, dusting off his tunic. He holds me much more gently now. Still, I can feel myself splintering. 

I am worried.

If he is to confront Majora, reliant on my power, then so be it. I have been sapped of whatever free will I ever had. I have worn so many bodies. They have worn me. What is another to be added? But that was in my prime. I have been deteriorating for many ages, and it is not unlikely that my power has as well. This boy has many years ahead of him. 

To have his blood on my hands would be nothing short of tragedy.

... and that's all he wrote! sorry this one ends kind of awkwardly, i didn't wanna drag it into the battle... anyways, hope anyone reading this enjoyed!

[scaredyfurry]

@shycroissanti look who drew kishin,and haruta became friend with him,also haruta turned into a furry due to a potion effect by shinobu

[zeldabf]

possibly finalized swap au designs, featuring my take on a skullkid gijinka

[unownzone]

"She found us-!"

Meister Ella and Demon Glaive Yejoon turn around to see the silhouette of their pursuer, an aggravated Amelia Dyer, heading in the alley they were hiding in.

Amelia Dyer is a Kishin Egg OC I made a while ago, inspired by the serial killer of the same name. She looks like an ogre and eats the souls of babies.

Feel free to offer feedback about this work! It's been a while since I've done a full illustration and I was honestly lost when it came to working with a backlit subject, perspective lines, and a foreground-background composition.

[opeial]

new tattoo time

[soul-dwelling]

Was killing or trapping a Kishin really the best option?

If a Kishin got that way from over-consumption of souls, then just solve it how you would solve any other bellyache: ginger ale and saltines.

[king-tyrone36]