#The Depths

[dailylittlenightmares]

[proxycrit]

LINKTOBER DAY 6! Lookout Landing

Purah’s having a no good month. Her research interns dig up some great spooky evil, her sister’s nagging her about said interns disappearing post great spooky evil, and to add insult to injury she’s self imposing herself to keep an Eye Out on Great Spooky Evil.

On that note, zelda and link survived the depths for two weeks eating nothing but bananas filched from yiga scouts, deep fireflies, and the stray frog thing that isn’t too infected by malice. (They followed several lights and were VERY pleasantly surprised to see robbie poking around.)

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[taboonle]

Day 24: Deity

[triptychofvoids]

dont ask me about the context for this, there is context i just think its funnier without any

[charcoaldustonmyfingers]

I love the Yiga, they always give me free stuff! Roadside bananas, arrows, swords, rupees, schematics, you name it! What generous guys… strange how they’re so aggressive about giving me gifts though, the bit about taking Link’s head in exchange is getting a bit stale.

I was perusing the unlit Depths when a bunch of Yiga biplanes tried to snipe me from way too far away. They could have just flown over, but I guess their supervisor is strict with their patrol routes lol

It was pretty funny to see them agro at me while clumsily trying to keep their planes within bounds.

[faeleine]

the depths

[iffondrels-library]

Drew another LU comic. My favorite flavor of Time is bastard. Anyone wanna guess what effect the poe has this time around?

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Bonus: the smallest, angriest Wild I could draw.

[the-depths-au]

Link swallows and leans his head back against the foundation of the platform. He hadn’t known what it was back then, but he found a Grand Poe five years ago. After the final confrontation with Master Kogha under Rito Village, the unique color of a flame atop the stone structure where they had fought caught his eye. Unlike the consistently blue flicker of standard Poe, the Grand Poe burned in a triforce of color: icy blue, poppy red, and where the two colors met, a thin line of brilliant green. It had been mesmerizing, pulling him closer and closer like a moth to flame until he could hear the pulse of the life it had once been in his ears.

- chapter 6 the depths

[vioshortforviolence]

So a post I reblogged about no Dark Link in TotK being a missed opportunity got me thinking about how he could've been implemented:

You could find one of those journals in one of the Yiga outposts in the Depths talking about him. Here's how I think it could read:

Spotted the Hero in the Depths today. I attempted to approach while disguised as a member of the Zonai Survey Team.

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Bad idea. I was attacked immediately and viciously without hesitation. I barely escaped with my life!

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That... was not the Hero.

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Was that the Hero's Shadow spoken of in the old legends? It is said the Shadow would mirror the Hero's appearance and fighting skills... I believe it after that encounter.

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ATTENTION YIGA CLAN MEMBERS: If you spot this figure during your patrols, DO NOT APPROACH. This 'Shadow' will viciously attack anything and anyone that dares get near, even the Yiga Clan.

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Beware the Hero's Shadow.

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Glory to Master Kohga.

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Dark Link would be patrolling the Depths, and upon spotting you, he will chase you down and attack, similar to the Gloom Hands. But unlike the Gloom Hands, you cannot escape by climbing to high ground and waiting for him to vanish. He will simply teleport up to you.

You can either deal enough damage to him, which will make him leave and reappear elsewhere in the Depths (like how the Yiga flee when defeated), or you can teleport far enough away so he loses track of you. Thankfully, he will not follow you to the Surface.

If he spots you while you're wearing the Dark Link outfit, he will be temporarily confused, giving you very limited time to run away or hide before he figures it out and starts attacking you. Similar to the Lynel Mask.

Also while you're wearing the Dark Link outfit, the Yiga will not ambush you, because they think you're the Hero's Shadow.

Dark Link's number of hearts will match that of the player's, just like in OoT. The stronger you get, the stronger he gets too.

He would also have the smartest enemy AI in the game, besides Ganondorf himself:

He dodges any thrown items or arrows shot at him, which means he cannot be cheesed with bombs. He will simply hop out of the blast radius before it lands. You must fight him in close melee combat.

He will mirror your strikes perfectly if you fight him with a one-handed sword and shield. However, he only wields a sword and shield, meaning you can attack him more easily with a different weapon, like... oh I don't know... a two-handed hammer? 😉

I'm not entirely sure what he'd drop upon defeat... Maybe his sword and shield?

Anyway, those are my thoughts. I'd love to hear other ideas :)

(EDIT: Added more stuff in a reblog!)

[pocketseizure]

Designer’s Note: These structures were built by the members of the Yiga Clan charting the Depths on Master Kohga’s orders. They serve as storehouses for vehicles and supplies while also expressing the Yiga’s distinct culture. During development, we planned for these buildings to be supported by gigantic mushrooms adorned with the Yiga’s signature paper lanterns. The Yiga constructed their bases from trees they found growing in the Depths, so you’ll find some unique wood textures if you study the architecture closely.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

The Depths 1

Warnings: non/dubcon, stalking and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: fisherman!Geralt of Rivia x artist!reader

Summary: your sleepy existence is thrown into chaos by a mysterious man.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

The water crashes onto the coast. The sound is dulled by the distance of your perch. The sky melds into the lake's surface as the sun hides behind a swathe of clouds.

You lean in to squint at the strokes on the canvas, sweeping your brush in repetition of the rippled horizon. You use the wnd of the brush to scratch your cheek.

Almost...

You peek above the easel and watch the small speck growing larger as it moves across the water. The fishing boat is there so often that you've added its silhouette to the acrylic tides. A stalwart to your early mornings and listless afternoons.

Day after day is layered before you in shades of cerulean, slate, and lavender. The grey sky with a tinge of golden sunlight, the waters stirring in sparkling shades of aquamarine and pearl, the coast rippled in fawn and umber. Another eye might see it and deem it finished but not you.

You step back to let the paint dry and rinse your brushes in the jar. Hmm. You're out of clean water.

You close up the easel and hook the canvas on the backside, carrying it like a briefcase as you pick up your canvas bag with your roll of brushes and pots of paint, your palette around your index finger.

You make a slow descent down the cliffside and curl around towards the shore. You veer away from the dock and head down into the silt. You put your stuff on a flat rock. You take the used brushes and palette to rinse in the shallows.

The water laps over your sandals as you linger in the soothing cool foam. The approach of evening skews the water with emerald and jade. You shake it all off and step back to dry it with a paint-blotted cloth.

You rearrange the bag so it all fits and hook it over your shoulder. You look down at the your linen apron. You can recall where every splotch and streak came from.

You take your easel and canvas and head back up along the dock. As you reach the post, the fishing boat knocks against the other end. You peer over at the man that lays a board across the spanse between.

You see him every night. You couldn't forget a man with snow white hair and golden eyes. His age is less than his locks might suggest and his eyes seem to look through you, not at you.

You smile, like you do every night. He doesn't react. Just like every other time.

The smell of fish wafts in the boat as he drags his net across the wooden ramp. You turn and press on. He's much to busy for you. It doesn't bother you. You came out here to get away from people.

Your feet leave divets in the dirt as the rock of the boat knocks in a rhythm against the dock. The man's toil adds to thunks and thuds and they fade behind you. The peace here is immaculate, you wouldn't want to ruin it for anyone else.

Past the seaside houses left vacant in the colder seasons and the smaller basins of the lake, between the rocky ridges and grassy knolls, you return to your little house.The cornflower paint chips from the wooden siding and the stairs are worn in the middle from the tramp of feet. A bench stands on the other side of the white railing between a plinthed flowerpot and folding table with a book forgotten on its slats. Home.

The spindly wreath on the front door rattles as you push through and the screen door snaps behind you. The evening breezs drifts in through the mesh as you set your easel down and rest the canvas on crate just beside the mat. You put your bag in front of the wooden stand and bask in the calm.

You hang your wicker hat and untie your apron. Your hands are covered in paint. You'll wash them before you eat. You leave your wet sandals at the door.

You pull out the pot of chowder you made two nights past from the fridge. You put it over a burner and wait for it to warm. The fare lasts you near a week when you take the time to put it together. Every ingredient must be used to its last, especially when it is so far to market. And expensive.

You scoop out a bowl and eat it on the front porch. Your eyes are too tired to read. When you finish, you recline on the bench and yawn. You lay in the dimming hue of the evening as the stars wink down at you.

A whistle carries on the wind. You sit up and look for the culprit. They are close enough to hear but that could still be far. It could even be a bird.

You take the empty bowl inside and rinse it. You retreat to the bedroom and change

You open the window to let the night in. Around here, you can do that. Not like the city and its grated windows.

You laze in the dusk shade and drift slowly into yourself. Sleep enshrines you atop the cushy bed, the water stirring from afar, the loons calling into the dark. Tomorrow you'll figure out the exact right colour for the undertow.

You're more than due to sell a new piece. You need to if you want to stay in paradise.

[incaseyouart]

Linktober (Shadow) Day 4: "ominous"

Idk about u but seeing a Frox in the depths makes me nope on outta there

[dailylittlenightmares]

[martyfive]

wandering the depths

[charcoaldustonmyfingers]

Skyward Sword Zonai AU!

Finding Zelda and the heart of the Depths…

Impa and Grannie would still lead Zelda and Link through their respective journeys, the latent power of the gods building within them until they both are powerful enough to create the Secret Stones of Time and Spirit respectively to use against Demise.

When Zelda seals herself away, she creates the Light Roots all throughout the Depths to hold the Surface together, stopping it from succumbing to the evil rot Demise has used to slowly decay his prison in the earth and turn it into to a breeding ground for monsters.

{Zonai Designs} {Shenanigans} {The Beginning} {Fi Design} {Dragons} {Meeting Dragons}