#lu navi

[penpenpencil]

Some LU bois doodles I’ve drawn over the past few months. Since I just finished the page, I thought I’d share :)

[lolabearwrites]

found this floating around in my files, so I finished the line art

[kovacs-of-courage]

A Time eclipse AU drabble

-----December 5th, 12,000 B.C.E-----

-----------Late Ice Age-------------

Time rasped, putting his weight against the trunk of a birch tree; it’s ash bark as white as the snow piled to his knees.

He put two leather-clad fingers to his bruised temple, a thunderous ringing slamming between his ears. It was an earthquake within his mind, the reminder of all he’d failed, and all that he now had to overcome.

Hyrule, his home, was gone--and by all rights so should he.

But he’s alive, by the goddesses he was alive.

Time fought back the cascading emotions of his hours-new remembrance, gritting his teeth as the scars of his first body etched themselves anew on his earthy form. He’d been struggling with the symptoms of his revived consciousness for as long as he’d regained it; barely making the miles walk back to his tribe’s encampments.

How would they view him now? Their leader returning from a foraging trip half-blind and scarred, a shadow of his former strength?

If he’d taught them anything--hopefully nothing at all.

Time winced; abject darkness overtaking his whitening eye, the emblazoned touch of the deity scaring onto his soul once again. He tried to avoid the thought of if he too made the breach; ignorance was bliss.

He grunted, straightening his shoulders despite the pain. He was more then his scars, more then his memories, his tribe nee-

“Watch out!”

Time swiveled to his rearward, reacting on instinct, too preoccupied to digest who was speaking to him. It was a futile effort though, as seven hundred fifty pounds of arctic feline crashed into him like a freight train from hell. They tumbled through the alaskan detritus, a snarling roar rumbling the frozen tundra.

He was on his back now, his hands in an iron grip around both of the saber tooth’s arms, a mask of stoic determination overtaking his adrenalined shock. The tiger struggled and squirmed in his grasp, unused to it’s mauling victims surviving the first gouging, or gouging attempt in this case.

Time’s move, however bold, was temporary at best. It was a miracle he wasn’t stricken immobile by the sheer force of the charging tackle. He wasn’t surprised, it’s not like he hadn’t survived worst.

“Hey, listen! It’s fangs are more brittle then they look, try attacking them with your gauntlets.”

*Navi?*

The gauntlets were a point of confusion too, given that he was stripped of his gear; answered justly when sheets of hammered metal and gold began manifesting around his forearms; emerging like crying tears from rippling air. They wrapped him in ribbons of molten light, their fiery embers coming right off the forges of their creation.

Okay then.

Uncapped strength surged within the forsaken hero, the thrashing predator atop him feeling lighter then a paperweight. He grabbed the Saber’s right fang, the ruby at the center of his gauntlets aglow--

He flicked his wrist right, snapping off eight inches of prehistoric bone from it’s source with unprecedented ease. 

Howling in pain, the saber thrashed it’s unhooked claw at Time--It tried to at least. A rising uppercut hit from below, fracturing it’s bottom jaw in a spiderwebbing cracks. 

The saber, now whimpering, scampered off Time; fleeing into the wilderness.

Time sighed, putting a hand to his chest.

“Stow the yawn, hero. You’re still on the clock.”

A flicker of blue light swam into his vision, impatiently hovering in place; their presence unabashed. A few thoughts struck Time’s mind, all in rapid succession--

Was this real? Was he having a stroke? Had he died again?

Normal things to consider, given he hadn’t seen his friend in over two and a half decades.

“I-..I-” Time stuttered, unable to find the words.

“Save it. We’ll talk whys and hows later, I’m just as confused as you are--but I do know that your tribe is in a heap of trouble, and they need your help.”

Time shook his head, trying to shake his bafflement.

“Our help, you mean. We’re a team, remember?”

Navi paused, a dozen regrets chasing her hurried mind.

“Of course..my mistake. We fight together, Link, ere the end,” Navi said, wistful melancholy infecting her tone.

Time nodded. “Then lead the way, the stage is yours,” Time said.

“Good. We don’t have a moment to lose.”

[doodlesbf]

Doodle of navi

Fairy appearance and close up

[mayonakaotsumamilublog]

gonna put this here for later, but I can visually see young mask singing " poor little bug on the wall" when he first meets navi.

[kokiri-clori]

Aww she is defending Time. 😢 I would too, don't talk down on the hero of Time, Legend. They have no idea of his struggles. 😭

Fairy boys

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[nell0-0]

Hyrule Warriors but instead of the lil' hero of time there's the hero shade :)

[aurora-boreas-borealis]

LU Time in the Hades style

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Why so tense, young hero?

Also, a painted over OoT doodle.

[linderosse]

You’re a hero like me, aren’t you?

Just two depressed young knights with storm-related magic and their glowing blue fairy companions :)

I feel like young Link would remind Kaladin of Tien and Kal would be super protective of him 🥲

Bonus:

[wildlysilver]

I love this so so much!! Thank you so much, Kiwi! This is still so cute and when you first showed me it, it made my day. Your art is so adorable, I'm honoured you chose to draw her!

I drew @awildsilver 's own Navi design! When I first saw her she was just my favorite guy ever and absolutely adorable! I really couldn't resist!

[mizaruwu]

HIHI I was thinking about Necromancer Hyrule au, amazing btw <3, and it got me thinking.

If he did manage to find the remains of the Hero of Time; this wouldnt be the same Time he knows. It wouldnt be the Old man. It would be a young hero in green who failed against Ganondorf. A hero who never got married, who never found a happy ending.

Would Hyrule be almost disappointed hes not his Time? Or would he feel guilty, seeing this, basically child, who id assume would be terrified being brought back to life?

Just the concept boggles my mind a bit

He knows full well that the hero he's going to revive isn't Time, but at this point any connection to his family counts.

How could this be a bad idea? It isn't the old man sure but it's close enough! This child, he must've been so lonely too- now he can experience what they did, tiny Time deserves to be happy as well! Now they can all be happy together!

(playing make believe, pushing that bubbling heavy feeling down where he cant feel it anymore, everything is fine, everyone is happy like this)

[penpenpencil]

“Hey! Listen!”

[lolabearwrites]

[linked-maze]

oop-

[artbysavoir]

Young Hero, old soul.

[crazylittlejester]

Navi, except she screams at Mask to take his ADHD meds every morning whenever he tries to open his mouth and talk to her, and she doesn’t stop until it happens

“Good morning, Na-“ “TAKE YOUR MEDS.”

“Sun’s real pretty toda-“ “TAKE YOUR MEDS.”

“Man, I sure am suffering the symptoms of depress-“ “TAKE YOUR MEDS. also we’ll talk about that later.”

“I’m hungry” “TAKE YOUR MEDS.”