#aog!shifter

[yourlocaltreesimp]

Shifter Headcannons

from @trippygalaxy / @acrossthegalaxyau and their OOT!Link, Shifter! Hope you enjoy. @quiteliterallyilliterate come get your man.

TW: ((I’m really not joking this time read em’)) Suicide, suicidal tendencies and explicit self harm.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

I’d say for his sake, if you were going to be properly romantically involved with this man you’d have to beat the trauma before it gets to him. To have someone that holds him close and loves him not in spite of what’s happening— but through it. His vision of love has so long since been warped by what he’s told love should be. In his eyes, he is no knight in shining armour worthy of someone to kiss his wounds better. To him, he’s marred and frayed, not even worth the effort of mending. It’d take a lot of love to get Shifter to understand that your dynamic of love isn’t necessarily what society deemed to be romantic, but it’s what you have and that’s all either of he can demand from the goddess— something that’s finally his.

Shifter switches often between hot and cold. He often yearns to be by your side, crumpled with the guilt of leaving you on your lonesome for possibly months on end. And yet when he finally falls through the door of your shared home, likely beaten and battered, all he wants to do is leave once more. He feels partially as if he’s misleading you. That every time he walks through that door you wish for something of him that he simply could not provide, a more simple relationship. He cannot provide you with a quaint home and quiet mornings curled up together. He cannot even provide you a ring for his fear to leave you officially widowed. He is afraid of heartbreak before he can even hand his cracked heart to you. Moreover, he’s scared to hold your heart. He cannot handle fragile things— let alone something as amazing as you.

While he most certainly appreciates the nuances of your relationship, he doesn’t understand why it is you insist time upon time to stay with him. It simply doesn’t make sense to him. You haven’t been seeking out other company to fill his constant absence, though he’s convinced you should, because what kind of lover is he to miss holidays and birthdays and every other important moment. And that fact of true unconditional love and loyalty is breaking to him. It rips him to shreds. It dampens his hardened heart until it’s soft and alive, much unlike the fabled perfection that’s expected of him. Perhaps there’s something poetic about it— a hero foretold throughout the ages and forged through trials that would break any normal mortal man, is bested by love. Not passion or lust or romance. Just love. Sickening as he found it ‘such trivial topics only meant to waste time’, it was more fact than most within his life.

To him, I see two endings. A hand stretched to the open sky in a barren field. One man lay at the centre, eye shut in a peaceful rest. The breeze cools the unfeeling skin, and his blood nurtures the soil beneath him. The blood seeps into his clothes, every patch you made and hole you mended, was it all ever worth it if this is how it ended? The wind whistled its mourning cry into the empty socket of his eye, a wail echoing through his kind that he couldn’t shut out like he did you. Sword embedded into his abdomen, he wonders what you’ll feel when you get the news of what he’s made of himself. He hopes you don’t cry. He hates it when you cry because he should be the one to prevent it, not cause it. He hopes you’ll find someone to help you as you helped him. He hopes you won’t join him. He doesn’t want to ask for your forgiveness— he’s always asked too much of you. So maybe his hopes can keep you safe in his stead.

But we can turn the page away from such an ending. We can make things anew. With enough wrangling and uncomfortable conversations, perhaps he could settle down. Not to say he’d be normal, no. But he could be convinced to relinquish the goddess’s hold on him for the soft embrace of your arms instead. He’d still wake up with memories burning like hot iron behind his eyes, his lungs gasping for air he can’t seem to breathe in, but now he’s home. Now he doesn’t have to sit in solemn silence. Now he has you. Perhaps this vivid future is Hylia paying penance for what she’s done to him -dismantling him at the very seams of his being until he is scrap- but it’s not like he’s complaining in any reality. When the sun sets and his story is over, he’s glad that it was your hand he held throughout each chapter.

[trippygalaxy]

Shifter in Deku form!

[l3ominor]

@acrossthegalaxyau @trippygalaxy my hand slipped

have a Shifter :3

That's all, have fun :3

[vaathnaos]

I have this image of ss!time just being fucking huge and Shifter would be very confused

DRINK YOUR MILK!

[trippygalaxy]

IM SO NORMAL ABOUT THIS!!!!!!!!

Ill br posting the original soon(ish) and labdkajisjssh YALLLLKK I LOVEBTHIS SO MUCHHHHHH!!!!!

This is kinda a dtiys of smth @trippygalaxy made for her Oot Link, Shifter. I had fun with it, and I'm gonna try and do smth that isolates the flower arrangement as well.

Flowers used

Lily of the valley = Pain/Loss

Skull = Death/Passing

White Camellia = Mourning

Marigold = Dispair

Fern = Eternal Youth

[birb-boyo]

I want you to ramble about LU Time. Please. He's the best.

:D

I know you said LU Time but I could rant about 90% of OOT Links put there💀

Sacred Realm Time? ( @/zelda-the-sacred-realm)

Recalled Time? ( @/recalled11 )

Linked Maze Time? ( @/linked-maze )

AoG Shifter? ( @/trippygalaxy )

Shifting Sands Time? ( @/vaathnaos )

House of Heroes Time? ( @/houseofheroesau )

I could rant to you about EVERYONE named😌

But you want Linked Universe Time? I got you.

Long post👹

Now, I could make this a solely simping post but idk of you want that so I’ll put that at the end.

While, yes, he’s very hot and pretty and I made a slideshow about that, that’s not all I like about him!

I kinda kin him in a way. I usually end up taking the lead in things. Like group projects and stuff

Which is weird considering that I’m an introvert but school kinda forces me into the leader role🤷🏽‍♂️

He also had chubby cheeks as a kid(I still do tho) like I just wanna s q u i s h

He’s also very caring and protective of his boys/brothers/friends. And when the time comes to protect them, trust that Time will do it fiercely without question. That’s not me saying that the others wouldn’t protect their brothers at all, but what does set him apart…

Is that he looks damn good when he does it

Speaking of looking damn good HAVE YOU SEEN HIS WIFE?!

SHE SHOULDA PICKED ME?!?!?!

And the fact that he preposed to her with some weird magic ring will always be peak humor to me! It’s adorable but…sir💀

And the way he looks at her makes me feel like love is real and I appreciate how Malon wasn’t reduced to a housewife SO MUCH because that woman can AND WILL judo flip Time. I love strong women😌

AND AND AND

LOOK AT HIM SMILE😭😭😭

HEAVY ON THE YOUNGER VERSION OF HIM AND IDK WHY I CUT MALON FROM THAT PICTURE-

(I’m getting all of these pictures from one album🥰)

I think that I can start with the simping-

A FULLY GROWN WOLF???

(I know about the gauntlets)

AN HOURGLASS TOO?!?!?!

I rest my case😌

[majorproblems77]

I gave the aog boys title a while ago, and yes heaven's is missing for a reasonnn :] (mostly because he has like- a dozen dhsaja)

Shifter is "The Scarred Changeling" Beast "Faron's Fiend" Seam "The Shattered Hero" Bard "Muse of the Oracles" Legacy "Change Bringer" Urchin "King of the Seas"

I feel like these give you a good idea of what their vibes are within their hyrules! :D

I know you sent this hours ago, but I've been so intrigued by it that I'm excited to dig into it.

Like Shattered hero?! HELLO

Scarred changling? Change bringer? King of the seas?!

And heavens having like 12 makes so much sense i love him sm

[yourlocaltreesimp]

To Live, To Love

For @trippygalaxy and their Linksona Shifter. Ive fluffified the boy. >:)

Take care of yourself goddamnit. KNOW YOU ARE LOVED!!!

･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ.

You’ve known since his journey had ‘concluded’ that Link was troubled. Not that the word even fully fits the capacity of what he must be feeling. The very goddess who made him into a hero, too young to bear his burdens, never let him know rest. Wherever there was trouble upon her lands, it was Link she sent to resolve it. By any means necessary. Now, no longer a child, your Link was as one could expect from someone of his circumstance. There was no longer a bright eyed wonder to see the world, for he’d already seen everything it had to offer him— the scraps of what others didn’t care to take. He carried each responsibility behind a literal and figurative mask of neutrality. He was strong, though it didn’t need saying and where there was any weakness, there was bite. Where he could not defend by blade was defended by sharp words and sharper stares. But behind that mask of control over himself and the world, there was a man. Not the Hero of Time, or whatever may have you. Behind the whittled wood he’s come to be known by, there was Link. Your Link. Link, who’d stumble into your home without an ounce of strength or power left in him. Link, whose wounds you'd tend to as he stubbornly insists he’s ok. Link, who would only begrudgingly accept the food and clothes you gave him, stabbed in the back one too many times to ever let himself be cared for. Link, who, after enough time to air out from the stress he was put under, would settle next to you in bed only to leave the next morning- Hylia calling him away. While you had him, He’d curl up, occasionally letting his head rest upon your chest. It was relieving to know that in a world where he was expected to be no short of perfect, he could crumple into your arms. You married him not for that man he showed to the world, but for these moments of fragility. You spent a while getting the tangles and knots out of his hair, neglect of travel making the task take longer, but it’s not as if you mind. You hardly noticed the shiver in Link’s body, the tremor of his breath, the flinch of his eyes. It wasn’t until he bolted upright, gasping beneath the mask that you realised what was wrong. Panic attacks were all except expected given everything he’d been through, and yet as he strained to breathe, a panicked eye met yours. You’d seen that state before, like an animal caught in the maw of a trap. Much the same way with him, both were caught by iron. Where the animals were caught by metal teeth, your love was caught by the buckle of the mask he wore. But it didn’t stop you from shuffling closer slowly, gauging his reaction. You took both of his hands in yours, kissing the knuckles.

“My love” He didn’t settle, his eyes darting around the dark of the room, his eyes caught on the full moon’s illumination through the shutter.

“Link” Your words were hardly even more than a whisper, catching him immediately.

“Focus on me alright? Nothing else matters right now” His Adam's apple bobs and he nods. The movement is stiff, hardly even there.

“Good. Take some deep breaths, feel my hands on yours.” He follows as you say until each inhale is less intense than the last.

“Well done.” You feel your own appreciation rise as one hand cups the side of his wooden mask.

“May I?” One eye looks back into yours, an emotion you can’t read because of the mask. I’m cutting himself off from the world, he may have cut you out too. But it wasn’t unfixable, especially because your relationship wasn’t ever as far as broken. One hand wrapped all the way around your wrist, firm and steady.

“I don’t think you want to” His voice just sounds worn and tired, any warning he meant to add to his words was lost.

“Why is that, my Dear?” You let your hand sink back, not wishing to pressure him. You hope the action will show him more curiosity rather than he owes you an answer.

“I-“ His eyes dart away and back to you, “I fear I am not the man you fell in love with anymore. That you will see me for what I am and not bear to see me anymore” There’s a tangible shake in his voice, a waver in his strength.

“Nonsense” You say, and he feels the blood rush to his very fingertips as you look at him like he’s worth something. A shaky scarred hand reaches up to lift the wood mask off his face. There’s a split in his skin -a scar, rather- that runs from his eyebrow down to his chin. It took everything in its wake, his right eye and exposed some of his teeth. There’s a few other marks, burns and the like. But despite the fact there’s less of Link than when you saw him last, you can’t help but feel like this is the most you’ve seen of him. He looks at you with the hope to be loved, that you’ll still accept him for what he is and not what he must pretend to be. You press a long kiss to his forehead before resting yours against his. His hands are hesitant to find their way around your hips.

“I love you” You sounded lovesick, your heart decided on him and no other. His mouth opened as if he tried to speak some form of protest, but he couldn’t argue through a kiss. The split in his lip was new, but nothing than couldn’t be adapted to, no part of him you couldn’t love. After a long while, you parted, gasping for air— albeit for a different reason this time around.

“How I’ve missed you, my beloved” He took you back in his arms, curling around you entirely. He was there the next morning when he woke up, and for many more after.

[trippygalaxy]

WAIT HOLD ON HOW DID I NOT SEE THIS?!?!!??!?! HELLO OMFG HELLO SIRR HI HI HI

@birb-boy-official @yourlocaltreesimp

WOAH WOAH WOAH WOAH HES SO HOT??? IMMA MMMMM HIS EYES??? IM SCREAMING WITHOUT THE S

i like him an average amount

[trippygalaxy]

Question: Can I make a request for one of your boys? Because I really want a thing where I like kiss Heavens and/or Shifter and/or Legacy on the cheek or something and how they would react

I LOVE THEM SO MUCH😭😭😭

AOG! Boy Reaction to Crush Kissing Their Cheek

Of course my love!! For those who don't know, these boys are from my au 'Across the Galaxy' that....is but isn't in the making??? Dhdjashfkahj I'll make sure to label who is from what game beside them!

Pairing: Heavens, Shifter x gn! reader (Separate) Warnings: Shifter's -> Self doubt, needles, tending to wounds

Heavens (Ss! Link)

The kiss happened before Heavens had to leave for an Expedition

Heavens, Ila (Zelda), Groose and a few others were the main group that would go off and explore the surface when the Skyloftians began to move down there in hopes of charting as much as they could

Normally these could range from a few weeks to multiple months, depending where they were exploring!

This would often leave you, a long time friend and longer time crush of Heavens, alone in the floating island of your home. Heavens always felt guilty after saying his goodbye, wanting nothing more than to have you join -him- the group but the fear of dragging you into a dangerous and possibly deathly land...well it stopped any thoughts about asking you to join.

You, on the other hand, felt a similar fear for him whenever he left

You knew he can handle himself-- goddesses, He killed a god!! Of course he can handle everything that is thrown at him! But...what if he cant? What if he didn't come back? What if...you never got to hold him like you wanted to? What if you were left alone, your love never to be returned?

This fear, this doubt, bubbled up one day when he had told you about another expedition he -and the group- had planned last minute.

You aren't sure if it was the fear or adrenaline, but the next thing you knew you had a tight grip on Heavens' scarf as you planted a firm kiss to his cheek, whispering a plead to return safe before letting go

Heavens, still hunched over slightly, blinked owlishly at you with lips slightly pursed and cheeks faintly tinted with an adorable hue

He was oddly quiet for moment, and you fear that you had messed up but before an apology can begin to form on your lips a face splitting smile breaks his once shocked demeanors. It was like the sun was being dimmed from his smile, and you're sure this is the happiest you've seen him in...years. Not even a trace of tiredness in his droopy eyes!

Heavens, a 45 year old man, has the expression of a lovesick teenager and he wouldn't have it any other way

Maybe it was the boyish smile, or the way his shaky fingers ghosted over the place you kissed him, or the loud blush that had his ears twitching slightly-- Or maybe...just maybe it was the way he looked at you...Like you were the ones who lifted Skyloft into the sky

You can tell that he makes NO move to compose himself, just staring at you with a knowing but loving look

"Goddesses...Your lips are softer than any silks we could weave.." He whispers, not moving an inch from you. "...May I be so bold to ask for your blessing once more? As to grant my journey with bountiful discoveries, of course~"

Mmm, how could you say no to such an ask?

Shifter (Oot/Mm! Link)

The Kiss happened after patching up Shifter's wounds

Shifter had shown up at your door step wounded and battered once more, giving you no explanation or indication that he would EVER give you one, as per usual

Thankfully(?) this wasn't the first time the ex-hero has done this (and youre sure it wont be the last--) so you were able to patch up the man with ease and minimal mess...but that didn't mean you were happy about it

Shifter could feel every ounce of annoyance as your thread the needle through his ripped flesh. It was like you were sewing your righteous disdain into his tainted skin

But Shifter didn't stop you- he deserved it. He deserved to be treated like a torn stuff animal that was under the care of a disgruntled owner who felt no warm for such a broken thing. He didn't deserve you holy, pure love and affection when all he was a burden, an annoyance, a reason to dread opening the door at the possibility of it being him...

But you didn't dread opening the door, not for him. No, you yearned to open it to him

He would never know that it was never him that you held the disdain for, no, it was always the wounds he harbored and the suffering they dealt to him

Gods...He would never know...Never know the pain and grief you felt every time another scar joins his skin. He would never know the longing you held in your heart, the want to hold his blemished scar littered hands, the need to him the love he was so worthy of holding

He may never know...but it was clear to many others, much to your dismay.

One of these people was Malon, the lovely but very teasing farmer you had grown very close to. She was always the first to (playfully) joke about how obvious tension between you two was, poking your side and demanding to be the first one to know if you finally made a move--

You had promised her you wouldn't -but that promise would soon be broken-

At one point, you're not sure when or why, an argument started. Shifter stayed cold and blunt as always, never seeming to react or care about your concerns for his well being. It infuriated you.

And it only made your blood boil even more when he harshly told you that you shouldn't care about him. That it was useless and wouldn't be of any use to him or yourself. That you were better off forgetting him. That--

He felt the slightly pressure to his side, as if something was pressed into his cheek yet his wooden mask stopped any contact it would of made to his skin. It takes him a moment to realize what had happened...and even then he doesn't believe it.

You pull back from his mask's cheek, cheeks warm with embarrassment as licking your lips nervously. Had you forgotten about the barrier between you two? Yes. But that wasn't the point--

"I don't care what you think I'd be better off with, I...I care about you. And I hate seeing you show up to my step coated in blood. Link...Please I can't-- I can't keep seeing you like this.."

The man was quiet, his brilliant blue eye just barely visible from the shadow the mask casted on his face. Its unmoving, never leaving your face, not even as you shift uncomfortably.

Regret, embarrassment, self directed anger. These were all the things you felt as the silence stretched on, but before you could stammer out an excuse to leave you hear the deep rumbles that made up his voice whisper to you.

"I can't promise you anything-" Your stomach drops "But.." Huh? "I'll get better at dodging...For your sake."

The ex-hero, large and intimidating, shrinks in on himself, looking away like a child after admitting to a crime. This...was a first.

It...It was a start. A uneasy, most likely slow start but a start none the less! You couldn't be more happy.

Taglist: @yourlocaltreesimp @quiteliterallyilliterate @birb-boy-official

[trippygalaxy]

@monpalace heheheh >:3

[trippygalaxy]

🐗

Lives just been busy!!

For aog boys!!

Who do you think dislikes being the chosen hero?

totally understand!

Shifter, Legacy and Beast!

Those three have varying degrees and reasons for hating the mark on their hands, but they all at one point have grown a dislike for their title as the 'chosen hero.' Beast blames the mark for everything bad that has happened, Shifter sees the mark as a curse and the explanation for certain events in his life, and Legacy once loved being the hero but now that his rose tinted glasses have been pulled away he wished he could go back to before the mark branded itself on his body.

[trippygalaxy]

Shifter, due to over use of his masks, has had permanent changes to his body over his life time. The two biggest ones are the ‘gills’ on the side of his neck and the Gorn ‘tattoos’ on both his biceps. While shifter does not see these masks as people/souls anymore, he still does not like how he has taken aspects of them into his own body -even if it was unintentional- as it feels like an insult to their bodies.

He does not want to have them flaunted around and get asked questions he doesn’t want asked.

Which is why i changed his design to cover those more visible changes! As in his old design, they were very much on display for everyone to see. Also in his old design he looked more retired than he should be, as he -before and during the time of AOG- is still very active and actively looking around for… something

HEHEHEH YAY!!!! I personally LOVE bard so much

Hes such a fun character to write and figure out with his morals and ideology, and it makes for interesting dynamics with the other characters.

He also had a love interest that was neither Ravio OR his zelda :) infact its someone who only shows up once or twice in the mangas-

MAJ!!!!

HII!!!!

I remind that you kinda likes Shifter from my AU right? Do you wanna see the new design i gave him? (I might have posted it before but not sure!)

HIIIII

grabbing you by the shoulders and shaking you because yes i absolutely want to see him

[trippygalaxy]

Sneak peak at Wip art for Shifter

[trippygalaxy]

How the AOG boys would react to finding a lost, crying kid

Im doing this in hopes of it showcasing a part of the boy’s personalities while I work on lore/headcanons and other interesting things!!

Shifter: Very very uncomfortable and uneasy when talking with the kid but tries to be less threatening (absolutely has his mask on) as to not scare the kid. Offers logical explanations for any of the kid’s worries/questions. Agrees to help the kid find their parents, but doesn’t really offer any physical comfort other than a small pat to their head

Seam: Tries to cheer the kid up by doing goofy expressions and silly jokes, even offers to take them on an adventure to lighten their mood (this adventure includes trying to find the kids parents but keeping it light hearted)

Heavens: immediately goes to comfort the child, offering thrm a warm hug and a shoulder to cry on. Very empathetic with the child, softly asks questions and promises to find their parents.

Bard: taken off guard but quickly goes into action. Looks like a Punk, squatted down to match the kids height and is asking questions in a non comital voice but is secretly pissed that thr parents lost the kid. Promises to help the kid find their parents and scoops the kid up and rests them on his hip.