#lu fierce deity

[hibbeln]

Justice ⚔️

trying something different :D

[kikker-oma]

Hi! I'm sorry to bother you but can I see something with Time and Fierce Deity? Maybe fighting each other or something I just really love art btw

I don't think Time would win this one....

[weirdnotal]

So the headcannon that Wind can see ghosts right?

Headcannon, he can see Mipha revive Wild

Headcannon, he can see lil Time, who died, watch over Legend and Hyrule

(ie worry over when they look sad or curl up and sleep w/ them)

Headcannon, he can see Fierce Deity float around Time, Wars, and the others

(ie poking Wars in the ribs and muttering about his eating habits, trying to push Time back to his bedroll, attempting to tuck Wild in, fretting over whenever Twilight gets injured, sitting by a homesick Sky, curled up around Legde and Rulie w/ lil dead Time's ghost, making funny faces at Wind once discovering he can actually see him)

Headcannon that whenever it seems Four's eyes look purple-ish, he sees Shadow flicker over him with a very fond look in his eyes

Headcannon that Wind can see the first one flash to life above them full of fury when one gets badly injured or angry, he's the most corporal, so much so that Wind thought he was alive the first time, he particularly likes Sky

Headcannon that none of them know until Wind tells them or something happens

[tashacee]

Fierce DADity

[weepingtalecowboy]

Legend has too many parallels

Like the parallels are very big and even midna and Ravio share them as well because “from a different dimension of perpetual twilight and left link by the end for the greater good”

Even majora's mask and the fierce deity mask are something that Legend acquired (if we consider him triforce heroes link )

The same goes with Sky who has a harp VERY similar to the harp of ages you get in oracle of ages

Legend is an amalgamation of every other link in one way or another

Hyrule = straight up his predecessor and directly connected in the timeline

Sky = the harp of ages and Fi speaks to link (you even can update her the same way… she gold now)

Warriors = Ravio, Marin (he met both) , the knights and him sharing the position, a time guardian that is under the enemies command you befriend (possessed Nayru in oracle of ages)

Time = two time travel adventures (link to the past and oracle of ages), fierce deity, majora's mask , the den of trials (triforce heroes)

Four= four swords palace, the puppets in triforce heroes, if we count Cadence of Hyrule as a legend game then also a villain who has purple hair and ends up getting backstabbed by ganon for no good reason

Wind= sea gulls , whale god who traps link in his dream (phantom hourglass), after the hero of the time , Aryll has a hibiscus blossom on her dress… Marin's favorite flower

Twilight= dark form, complete opposite in the curse part , (wolf vs Rabbit parallels) , a person who helps you on your adventure comes from a realm where there is perpetually twilight…then saves the realm and watches friend leave you for the greater good(Link between worlds)

Wild= Flame themed calamity that a ganondorf wannabe wants to make worse like how onox wanted to ignite the flame of destruction and took control of the seasons (oracle of seasons and age of calamity)

[maesonc-artistic-adventures]

The god, the soldier, and the hero

[legendoflozer]

“Godslayer…”

[luna-loveboop]

@kikker-oma

Happy Fan Joy July, Oma!!!

Oma, thank you so so much for making Fan Joy July and sharing it with us! Our fandom, our artists, writers, readers, etc have loved seeing or taking part in this crazy challenge.

This is our gift to thank you- from artists all around who were affected by, or got gifts from, or took part in Fan Joy July. We all love you so much- so we made letters/art for this (Zelda themed!). Many said that they had already wanted to make/write you something, and this gave an opportunity.

One of the things I've loved about this month is how community/interaction centered you made it. The challenge was for yourself to make art each day (you absolute maniac /affectionate)- but then others joined. This July we saw or made art or fics with recommendations. Every day you made art for a writer with a scene from one of their fics, and inspired others to do the same, and writers even wrote every day for an artist based off an art piece they made! This led to a month of gift giving- everyone interacting and getting love for creating.

You truly led to a month of Joy for a lot of loz/lu fans- making the name "Fan Joy July" quite accurate

Thank you, Oma

Thank you for the gifts you gave all of us and the way you inspire others

Additional ramblings and art credits below the cut :P

I'm so grateful to all my artists who stepped up so we could do this when I asked- almost 36 hours and 19 artists. The art is like patchwork, with all these different styles, both traditional and digital put together. But that's exactly what happened- we all got drawn together, just like the other month-long challenges. It's so cool how art always connects people.

The artists who participated are @zolanort @la-sera @nancyheart11 @galenfeadraws @shade-pup-cub @arecaceae175 @isasan347 @ghosthoard @smilesrobotlover @unexpectedstormy @skyloftian-nutcase @knight-of-aether @uniquevoidflowers @jinxedruby @windwakingwhale @skyward-floored @xaeorian @blarefordaglare and me Thank you to all of you- You are all so cool and I'm glad! If I accidentally missed tagging or listing someone please let me know I'm so scared of if that happened djskdjdkd

There are letters based off of the colours/theme of each of the Lu boys- it's mainly Zelda and linkeduniverse themed... but we couldn't not have frogs for Oma! I did a frog, his name is Froggy and I'm very proud.

Here's a picture with a list of who did what-

Normally I would apologise for my handwriting, but you guys would just tell me it looks good anyways and honestly it does look good. :D Sorry for the ink splotches tho, and I hope you can read it.

We did this for you, Oma, because... well you are awesome /gen. You gave us the opportunity for a great month and we wanted to say thank you for all the joy you brought us so... thank you :)

Art :D

As for everyone who said they wanted to talk to Oma or other Fan Joy July artists who they loved sharing this month with... feel free to tag and share in the reblogs. Share the joy I guess- there's enough to go around :D

Happy Fan Joy July, Oma :))

[yourlocaltreesimp]

hello! I read your yanlinks and wanted to know if can be possible some hc of the links (+deity and dark link) with darling taking mask as their child? like I always wanted to hug and punch the goddess for what the poor kid suffer, imagine that traumatized kid just being take of that doomed world and just the reader just ‘this my child now, he will have the childhood all of you deserve but had’ so they better accept it. sorry :( if you can’t is okay

AHH OMG I LOVE THIS

ofc i can do this

thank you for sending this in-

so i didn’t do headcannons (so sorry) but I’ll definitely write more with mask ((i had too much fun)) and could make hcs!!

Also, funfact, my hotel had to evacuate while i was writing this

TW: Yandere content

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There are few times you were separated from the chain anymore. As the trip progressed and their mental states began to spiral, you began to notice more and more how much they’d begun to infringe on your time. There was always one of them there, vying, hoping, tripping over themselves if they could just be of use to you. It was because of that you couldn’t leave. There were always eyes on you and a hand lingering somewhere on your skin.

A loving quirk, you may call it.

And you’d be willing to dismiss it if it were simply a matter of chance— there are plenty of them and one of you, it seems perfectly reasonable there’d be someone near you at all times… right?

The time you’d returned from bathing without telling them only to find Wind backed into a tree explaining he didn’t mean to lose sight of you says that thought is wrong. Time hardly ever yelled. Never at you and never again in your presence, but you’re reminded thinking back to that just how dangerous these boys are beneath their sweet smiles and reverent gaze.

And you may think that they simply wish to protect you. The woods are dangerous, afterall. The woods crawl with creatures that intend to bite. To take you and harm you.

Wind spent the rest of that night crying and huddled into you. He had not much more than a sliced lip, but he certainly was shaken. The others didn’t do much to hide their glares, after all they were justified.

Weren’t they?

They just wanted to keep you safe.

It’s exactly those prior events that made this specific circumstance so… unsettling.

You were alone.

The woods were quiet.

There were no monsters.

Your legs were shaky and weak beneath you as your hands pulled you up. The bark on the tree you’d used for support was wet and the earth smelled of fresh rain. The back of your clothes stuck to your skin, the cold seeping in.

Slowly, the world began to move at a pace that made sense. You didn’t realise until a gust of wind had shook the gnarled trees that the air was stagnant and dead.

Nor did you realise the sound of a hiccuping child, crying over the buzz of cicadas.

Internally, you struggled. This is the exact kind of fae trap you’d expect waking up in Hylia knows where, it’d be dumb to go blindly walking into that.

But the worst that could happen is you move from one cage to another, so your get began to tread across the muddy ground.

You certainly weren’t expecting what you got.

A boy. A link. Curled up at the base of a tree, crying. The sight was rather painful to bear, his fragile shoulders shuddering as he tried to choke everything back. his face his scrunched up, and he bares a snarl that is missing a few teeth when you kneel to help.

“Hello Li…” You trail off, quite unsure how he’d react to seeing you know his name when he was already quite unhappy at being interrupted.

“Hello, little one” You settle on that, pulling the sleeve of your shirt up and over your thumb to wipe the tears and snot off his face. He’s backed into the tree as far as his legs can manage to push him. You pause to gather exactly who you’re looking at, and if there’s anything to guess by the bright green tunic, ocarina and collection of masks, this is the young time you’d originally thought him to be.

“Are you alright? What happened” You try your hardest to soothe him, but it’s clear the distrust has already been so deeply woven within him. He just shakes his head and shoves you away.

So, without much else to do, you set up camp.

You talk aimlessly as you work, noticing that despite his stubborn silence, the young Link (Mask, as you decide to call him) was awfully perceptive. You hope, somewhere in his little mind, he can gather through your subpar attempts at starting a fire and your light-hearted ramblings that you’re not a threat. That the food you made was not poison and you were someone he could rely on.

You saw what the world had done to those boys.

Maybe you could help this one meet with a better fate.

It’s hours into the night before he’s cheered up. He chews happily on some chicken skewers you made, the world easing its grip on him. He recounts his own tales about Epona and Navi, ones Time wouldn’t usually be vulnerable enough to share. And even then he never spoke with such the same spark. This little boy in front of you, beaten down as he was, had so much life in him.

You would not let anyone take it from him.

Not Hylia, not the people, not whatever evil incarnate found him, not even the world.

He does nod off in time. It’s far later than you’d expect his little body to endure, but he falls asleep slumped against you. It seems with just the notion of safety, he gave out.

He’s just hardly light enough to carry, so you were able to unpack his bedroll and drape whatever fabric you could find to make a blanket.

The world goes sickeningly still again. The wind stopped and it felt as though the forest died. A voice, too loud and too encompassing cuts through the dead air. It’s multiplied and shifting, as though it can’t tell how it wishes to portray itself. It’s thousands of people.

But also just one.

“Hello, Little one” It mimicked your tone in every manner from soothing to mocking. You reach slowly to your side to grab your dagger.

“You needn’t be frightened. I have no need in harming you” The voice comes from in front of you instead of behind you. Your breath is stagnant in your lungs the moment you think you’re caught— that Time had found you.

No. He had not.

But the deity had.

He stands, impossibly tall and almost incomprehensibly grand. He has no pupils in the vast whiteness of his eyes, but you know he’s looking at you. You know because something in you freezes up. He sets down his sword with a thump, the intertwined metal heavy and ebbing a sense of power equal to the man who wields it. You purse your lips to start saying— something, but he holds up a single hand in dismissal.

“I know who you are. I know why you’re here” He kneels across from you, the fire licking each contour of his bold features. He’s comparable to many of the great roman or grecian statues, striking and yet too perfect to be human. The warm light casts his skin in a warm highlight to almost convince you that his body, his vessel holds warmth, but it’s the cold moonlight and the shadows that creep around his edges that remind you who it is you’re speaking with.

“You truly must forgive my… abrupt course of action. The others left me without much time.” He quiets his voice, eventually managing to mimic something close enough to human. It’s uncanny, but ignorable.

“So… you know about-“ You choke on the thought, “the others?” It is quite odd that despite this being some split into the past he knows not just of you, but he knows you— your situation.

“The hero never truly ridded of me, you know.” His lips curl halfway between a snarl and a smile, “I was always there. Watching. Observing. Learning.” As he speaks, his words feel as if they curl around you, cinching in.

“If I hadn’t taken you when I did, it might’ve been fair to say you would’ve been stuck.” Each syllable is sharp. Concise.

“What do you-“

“I’m sorry if you’re not feeling well. Time travel truly isn’t something the mortal body is accustomed to. Especially into such an obscure timeline. But I had to be sure I kept you safe. Hidden.”

One cage for another.

“There are no monsters in these woods anymore, my flower. Don’t worry. I ensured it” He whispers, that menacing grin branding into your mind.

But there was a monster in these woods.

Because not always are they agents of evil and incapable of causing anything but harm.

Sometimes they bare their teeth in grins. They take you and harm you. They hide their worst intentions behind sweetened tones and good intentions while they hold a knife to another.

[penpenpencil]

I’m back on my BOTW/TOTK grind 😔

I force thine “Wild and the Fierce Deity are friends” headcannon on ye

[tenderleavesbob]

If Captain Link had been more awake, he absolutely wouldn't have done it.

He hated when Mask used the Fierce Deity mask, but he was slowly warming up to the creature. It had proven to have no desire to harm Link's people, and it had actually acted in defense of Link and Tune. Nothing would stop the fear. Not really. The Fierce Deity was too strong, too alien, and was possessing Link's boy. Things had improved, though.

Improved enough, even, that Link's first thought when he stepped out of his tent, exhausted, worn, and desperate for caffeine, and saw the Fierce Deity towering over one of his soldiers, his first thought wasn't that the Deity would hurt his soldier. It was that it was too Goddess-damned early for this.

It wasn't his fault. He was running on two hours sleep and the previous day had been nothing but nasty battles. He had given his spare potions to Mask and Tune and a bad bruise on his back kept him up even when exhaustion begged for him to sleep. It truly wasn't his fault that he looked at the silent mess in front of him and broke.

"No!" Link snapped, stomping over to the pair. The soldier was a lieutenant from another unit. Link couldn't remember his name, just that the man was at least ten years his senior. As such, he should not have been cowering so pathetically in front of the Deity. Link shoved his way between the two, glared at the Deity, glared at the lieutenant, and then glared at the useless clump of soldiers just standing around and watching the scene. "We are not doing this right now. Lieutenant! Grow a spine and deal with your troops."

"Captain," the lieutenant began. One vicious scowl cut him off.

"Did I stutter, Lieutenant?" Link snarled. "Now."

The Fierce Deity shifted when the lieutenant scuttled off, like he wanted to follow him. Oh hell no. Link was not dealing with that. Several soldiers flinched and grabbed their weapons, and Link was ready to yank his fire rod out in the middle of camp.

"Don't the rest of you have enough to do?" he snapped at them. "Start cleaning up camp! Leaders, make sure everyone is fed and ready to go. Have there been preparations made to transport the wounded to the nearest village? Move."

Not bothering to see how they responded, Link whirled on the Fierce Deity. He placed his hands on his hips and glared into those blank white eyes. "And you. Aren't you supposed to be an ancient war god? Shouldn't you be better than this? Return Mask so he can help us move out and by the Three, I expect better from you the next time I see you!"

Silence reigned over the camp. Link's head throbbed. The Fierce Deity stared at him. Link didn't know what he was thinking and right then, he didn't care.

"Now," Link said pointedly.

Someone whimpered behind him. Link was ready to strangle the lot.

The Fierce Deity looked at Link and then nodded once. Soundlessly, forever soundlessly, the Fierce Deity raised its hands and grabbed the edges of its face. In a move which caused Link to eternally cringe, it yanked off its face with a soundless scream. Just like that, the Fierce Deity was gone and Mask swayed in front of Link, looking at him like he had never seen him before.

"Captain," he whispered in awe.

Mask looked pale and exhausted. Link bet he hadn't had breakfast, either. Link leaned down and scooped Mask into his arms. For once, Mask didn't protest. Taking advantage of Mask's silence, Link stomped toward the tent.

"There had better be coffee when I get there!" Link roared. Three different soldiers bolted in the direction of the makeshift mess hall.

Ridiculous. The lot of them.

Including the thrice-damned Fierce Deity. If they insisted on acting like overgrown children, then Link would treat them that way.

[sapphicseasapphire]

I return bearing gifts of the Cryptid Crossover!! This is just me messing around with @tashacee and putting our Links in the same place. Just throwing ideas at walls and seeing what sticks haha!

First off!! We have Cryptid Time and Tash’s Hyrule! Rulie’s very tired and Time’s a dad. He will protect the precious.

Then we have my Sky and Tash’s Fierce Deity! Sky’s having a Bad Time and Fierce is a dad. He will protect the precious.

And then last but not least!! We have Tash’s Sky meeting my Wild! Cryptid Wild is pretty much undetectable to Sky since he’s physically incapable of making noise and Sky’s blind. So Sky’s about to get jump scared. (With love).

GUYS!!! If you have not already, PLEASE go read Tash’s writing, it’s amazing. I love her little guys. The beloved. These particular Links are from her series “Links in a Chain” but she has so many other works and they’re ALL wonderful!

[ra-archives]

Father Time? More like Fierce DADity

...What am I even doing anymore?

Lu-tober

Day 29 and a few other idk I cant be bothered to count

ANyways I keep finding audios I think would be funny with the chain so expect some more content like this even after Octobers over. We're just gonna see how long I can go drawing the Chain till I get tired of em ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Also this took wAY LONGER THAN IT WAS SUPPOSED TO

[kikker-oma]

HI FREN YOUR ART IS GORGEOUS! I’ve had an itchy idea and figured I’d give it to you if you were still taking art requests. I see all these fics where Time uses the Fierce Deity mask because it’s the only way but I’ve seen NO ART. The ANGST. The DRAMA. The POSSIBILITIES.

If you’re feeling up to it, maybe this with a concerned big bro Wars? I’m weak for that combination

Warning:Blood, Choking

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[musical-chan]

Only For Emergencies

@kikker-oma A gift fic for you! I just had to return the favour after all the amazing art you've done this month. So I dug around in your tumblr until I found something that inspired me. I hope you enjoy!

He said he would never use it again. He promised Malon, promised himself, though the draw towards the power was constant and inescapable. He rarely looked at his reflection anymore, not since the marks had clung greedily to his face. Not since his scarred eye had started seeing things again, things it shouldn't see.  Not since the last time he had worn the Fierce Deity's body as his own. 

And yet for some reason, Time couldn't let it go. He kept the mask with him, buried amongst the others, held for a day when he might need it again. Even though he had promised.

He had even shown it to some of the others in those early days of meeting other men and boys with his name. The young Hero of the Winds had been so interested and Time had appreciated the childlike wonder the teenager still held. It reminded him of his adventuring days, of being even younger than Wind and wanting to save the world, no matter what it took. It reminded him of when he had innocence and wonder before Termina had ground that all away into dust, before the mask had claimed his soul. 

Only for emergencies, he had told the boy.  Never to be worn in play or as a joke.  None of the other Links had cared or listened when he talked about his masks, but Wind had.

(Read the rest on AO3!)

[tinytime10]

Hey look what I drew. No this is not a ship! please don't interpret this as me shipping the two of them because I don't. I think the Fierce Deity sees time as his precious baby boy no matter how old he gets. even when he can't be by Times side, through the connection of the Mask the deity was traveling and living beside the hero of time throughout his life. he thinks of him as a son more than anything he probably would have adopted the entire chain given the chance.