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monpalace · 1 year

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ships .. (ocarina of time/majora's mask) link/reader, fierce deity/reader.

content .. the boys (separately) with a reader who feeds them well, and the fruits of their loving labor.

warnings .. unedited. no pronouns used (you/your). reader is implied to have more meat on their bones (vaguely). reader is in their housespouse era and they aren't even married (legally). non-graphic vomit and forgetting to eat mentioned (link). link and fierce deity are taller than reader. fierce deity is named aram for writings sake. reader is implied to be a god of sorts (fierce deity). fierce deity is literally my oc at this point.

notes .. my schnookums thought they could have big cheeks and get away from me? my cutie patooties thought that i wouldn't write about them eating right? my pookie bears thought that i wouldn't fulfill my duties as their #1? my baby faced sweethearts thought i wouldn't spend 2hrs looking for pictures like those? my favorite white boys? my honeybuns? my hollywood stars? my sugarpies?

i'll eat them. omnom

LINK has always been rather thin. That was especially the case when he was a child. Something about a Kokiri child's diet not fitting what a Hylian needed always kept him frail.

When you both were children, he had quickly gotten used to you plucking his arm when it was idle to compare his lack of fat to your surplus.

(He never minded. He always looked forward to being reminded why he put one foot in front of the other every day during his fight against Ganon, or repeated cycle after cycle when it came to Majora.)

(Funnily enough, you had always made fun of him for being shorter than you as a child as well. You always mentioned he needed to drink more milk and eat more cuccos so he'd one day pass you.)

It was when you were able to cook more than simple meals and wouldn't risk burning down your cottage that you would invite (force) Link over more often than you already have.

Link had always tried to limit his visits to when he absolutely needed to. Free food, bed, shelter, care, supplies, clothes, bathes (the list was endless), and whatnot were always appreciated, but he never wanted to become to comfortable lest he wake up one day (or night. Or afternoon. His internal clock was always ruined when it came to sleeping at your cabin) and decide not return to the world outside.

He does his best to turn down any seconds, or thirds, or fourths, or fifths, and so on you may offer him when he does stay long enough for you to finish whatever extravagant meal you made just for him.

Past experiences often make him sick (with trauma or physically) and result in him vomiting his food, but there's always more from you to replace what he had just eaten and the meal before (if he remembered to eat it).

What he can't finish at the table (or on the sofa, or in the bed), he takes with him when he leaves. Link is respectful in all meanings of the word and hates to leave anything to waste.

When it comes to thanks, he either finds ways to help around your cottage or brings back items from new regions for you to cook. Whether it be repairing the busted bathroom door you've been complaining about before fixing your water faucet so the pressure is what you want it to be, or bringing back a spice the Gorons specialize in you've mentioned wanting to try, Link typically feels his gifts fall lackluster when compared to your treatment of him.

(He trusts your skill and creativity enough to know you won't poison him on accident. He never brings back any recipes or instructions either if it's not a dangerous material.)

(He's always excited to try whatever new dish you've concocted, so his only condition is that you wait for his return to cook whatever it is he brought you. "A celebration, of sorts," he calls it.)

A look in a lone puddle had told him his cheeks had gotten fatter. He supposes he now understands why he was refused entry into one of the pubs when he had to retrieve Malon and Cremia's uncle.

He had noticed that the details of his arms were less visible through his shirts when a Goron had pinched one,— not in the same way you did when you were younger— he had mentioned that he had an amount of muscle and fat to be proud of before asking him to join a tournament. Any attempts prior to were quickly shut down.

During a day of horseback archery with the Gerudo, the sweltering sun had gotten to him enough that he had to remove his tunic and the shirt underneath to feel some sort of relief. One of the women who were training him took a look at his stomach and nodded approvingly, mentioning that he should praise his soon-to-be spouse for feeding him so well.

The last nail in the coffin came when he was riding Epona into Castle Town. His tunic felt uncomfortably small and his tights (curse those damned tights) felt as thought they were stretched more across the expanse of his thighs than they usually were.

He's back in your cottage when he finally vocalizes his thoughts, preferring you to any other tailor or seamstress in the country. "I've gotten to big for my clothes," he either sighs or signs to you while eating. His gaze held a thousand yards in them, idly watching his clothes move with the wind.

The tunic, hat, tights, boots hang outside the window on a string connected to your shed. They had to be washed after a (admittedly well-planned— even if they don't think) ambush by a hoard of chu-chus.

You throw a hazy look to them before returning to the bowl you were tirelessly mixing. You were making dinner, he thinks, or maybe it was in preparation for the big breakfast you were making with the variety of bread from the Gerudo he brought back.

You'd already given him a large snack earlier.

The thought makes him look down at the plate in his lap. Every spot of it was filled and piled with bread, and eggs, and meats, and jams. He couldn't see the white bottom of it even as he pushed and prodded around.

He takes a bite of it gratefully.

"I saw you before you left not even three days ago. You fit everything fine enough to me." At some point you had stopped stirring and held the bowl out to him. Link grabs something off the plate and dips it in without a thought, eating it before responding with a hum of approval. "I can make adjustments to then, if you'd like."

You leave the bowl with him before attending to something on the stove.

"Please," he responds, halfway through another bite of the (what he now recognized as) Gerudo bread and cocoa dip you had made. "Different pants would be nice, though. It'd be a nice excuse to finally get rid of those tights." Both tasted sweet by themselves, he realized, but left a calmer aftertaste that he'd like to savor.

"You've always hated the tights," you hum in response, moving from the stove to the coolers that he'd built you after bringing you a large fish that only lived in Zora's Domain. "What would you want to move on to now? Leggings? Shorts?"

Link watches you remove a pitcher from one of the coolers. He isn't sure how long it's been in there (he doesn't even remember watching you make it), but he assumes you took some ice out so the pink liquid wouldn't freeze over into complete ice.

He watches you try to take a cup from one of the cupboards, watching you struggle to grab his favorite one from the higher shelves.

He stands from the chair sat just outside the kitchen (he liked to watch you cook when you had the time), placing the bowl and plate on one of the many cleared counters (you liked to clean as you worked), and grabs the cup for you.

Link lowers his head with his hand when he hands the cup off, head resting upon the crown of yours as he watches you pour the pink liquid into it, idle arms wrapping around your waist as he makes some slick comment about eating enough milk and cuccos for your liking.

You don't elbow him in the stomach like you might have when you were younger and he doesn't hold the cup above your head teasingly like when he was younger to (— then again, he had to climb a counter to get it out of your reach.)

Instead, you wordlessly pass the cup back to him and he wordlessly drinks it despite not knowing what it was.

He likes it, as he does all your works, and notes how it was both sweet and sour. A taste that fills both his childhood need for sweet all the time and his older palate's need for other tastes.

Handing the cup back, Link tilts his head so he can press a kiss to your crown. "Anything you'd think I'd look good in," he finally responds, the flavor of the moment leaving a tooth-achingly sweet taste on his tongue.

ARAM is often humbled in your abode.

He may have acted arrogant to others in his younger years and horrifyingly aloof now that he's a more seasoned god, but he never failed to (willingly) crumble to his knees when in your presence during either times of his life.

He had no need for the sustenance mortals require, prayers and whispers of his name were always good enough for him, but he'd kiss the ground you walk on if it meant you'd bless him with another food you've created (he already does).

Aram is the provider to your fire-lit home, an arrangement the two have been living by for as long as he can remember.

He is the sword to your shield. The arrow to your quiver. The moon to ever burning sun (which he did create for you, after all). The wound for your gauze. The life to your world— and one cannot live peacefully without the other.

Your food had quickly become an addiction to Aram. He'd eat as much as often as he could, giving little response to when questioned why he loves it so much.

("Because it comes from your hands," he once explained hours later when you were sleeping. "Your hands, that create all. That nourish all it touches and replenishes all that is extinct. I am your antithesis, and I must destroy that which I love."

(You never had the heart to ask again.)

He has enough sense to slow his eating around you. One concerned comment about him choking was enough for him to indulge in needless your wishes, but a question regarding its taste had him eating like a mortal.

His relationship with food prior to getting hooked onto yours was brief and filled with obligation. He never ate to feel full, only to make the people he was fighting with shut up and leave him out of whatever conversation they were having.

It never lingered in his stomach like a warm fireplace that others had described it as. It never made him warm and filled with love. It never gave him the energy he needed to keep fighting.

It just went through his digestive tract (why did he even have one?) and disappeared like an heavy smog finally dispersed by a strong gust of wind before he had to fight again.

When a war was over, you always came. You took the battle-shaken soldiers away when it was their time and healed their ailments if they were able to withstand everything. You went through war-stricken cities and set everything as they should have been. You feed and clothe and bandage and sew and reunite and Aram isn't sure why he lingered.

He's seen the effects of what you can do long after you've left. He knows of the good you're capable of doing just as much as he knows the bad he can cause.

He craves your touch when he sees it at its peak. He indulges himself when he sees it first-hand.

Aram understands what the soldiers mean when you beckon him closer and offer him food, uncaring of how he stands tall above all else.

The soup warms his insides. The flavor resides on his tongue hours after he's finished it. His energy, though far from depleted, had made him feel as though he were a youngling again.

He craves more.

The addiction to your presence and your food (and subsequently, you) had started then. It's an event he could easily recall when asked, one he would happily recount to you if you ever forgot where his devotion to you started.

Meeting after a war or battle had become frequent enough that he had finally learned your name; not some silly alias those who followed you often referred to you as. He felt like one of those lovesick children soldiers talk about, tripping over himself and his words.

He's curious to you, an admirer more than a stalker, fortunately. When he wasn't on the battlefront, he was always hovering around as you worked, busying his hands with whatever task you've given him after noticing his lack of mortality.

You treated him well; doing so even after the era of wars were long gone and he was seldom needed. You cared for him as though he were one of the many wounded soldiers with no family to return to once all was done and said— and to an extent, he was.

He's eating when you bring attention to his softer thigh.

You were reading to him, a romantic thriller that held as much of his attention that your captivating voice did. His gaze focused heavily on you, watching as you lick your lips after each page, how your eyes rake over the page to ensure the tone you speak the next sentence in is correct. He notes how you shift less often, how he doesn't have to move you further up his lap so you can lean against his stomach.

"It's not as painful to sit on you anymore." Aram doesn't think that line was in the book, but he doesn't mention it. It dawns that you were talking to him when you look up, using your finger as a bookmark as you closed the book around it. "Have you gained weight?"

He's a big man; it's a fact he's known since the beginning of his existence. He has large arms, muscles well know for how he snatched prey up to bring back to you. His height made it a simple feat to reach into the trees and capture any avian you wanted to experiment with that night. His legs that would stomp on any fish swimming downstream during a day at the lake you suggested.

He was sculpted by the Goddesses themselves. If they hadn't meant for his body to change along with his lifestyle, they wouldn't have designed him to dough.

(He'd never be ashamed in the fact either. He was contented knowing he had someone to dote over him constantly; a sentiment he had gained after recalling a conversation with wedded soldiers.)

(Also, the prospect of defacing what the Goddesses had long since disgraced was exciting, in a way.)

Aram doesn't look at himself, already well-acquainted with his body as his brow raises in amusement. "You feed me well, My Grace," he responds with a peck on your temple, "I would hope to become more comfortable for your pleasure." He refused to stop eating as he indulged you in conversation, the leg you sat on jumping once in place of his busy hands.

You hum that sweet, quiet hum of yours that Aram has come to associate with your contentedness (he aimed to hear to several tomes every day). Removing yourself from his lap, discarding the novel to the side as you raise your hands to cup his cheeks. "It suits you. You look healthy. Happy."

"Did I look ill before?"

You don't fluster as you might have like in your younger years. He's honored to have grown alongside you, reminiscent of the older couples you've both watched and escorted when he was still an active god.

The same filling feeling your food gives him fills his heart. The lingering sense of peace that he felt since meeting you dancing through his body when your thumbs rub the apples of his cheeks, the softest and fondest gaze anyone's ever given him in your eyes.

"No," you answer in a quiet voice only he'd be able to hear. "Never. You've always looked perfect."

And Aram has never been more thankful that he separated himself from the Goddesses as he preens under your touch. Never been more thankful that he lingered after the war was done. Never been more thankful that he had readjusted his psyche to more readily accept your gifts and affection.

He frees a hand to cradle to back of your head, a threat to all that aren't you, and brings you beneath his chin in a protective gesture. "As have you," he murmurs, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head. "And as you always will be."

#there's a mental health stat for link in oot/mm now.#the only way to keep it up (and him in good shape) is to go back and visit his s/o's house often and interact with them <3 #(you are immediately entered into one of those cutscenes with the grandma that tells the story of the giants from majoras mask-- but instead #of only telling you stories; you get to watch them do domestic things)#unless sky and wind have some photos dropped that reveal they have fat cheeks 2 im never doing this again #i am my oc. my ocs love language is food. i cannot cook.#elvira's notebook #legend of zelda x reader #loz x reader #linked universe x reader #lu x reader #ocarina of time x reader #majora's mask x reader #mm x reader #x reader #link x reader #fierce deity x reader #legend of zelda link x reader #loz link x reader #legend of zelda fierce deity x reader #loz fierce deity x reader #linked universe link x reader #lu link x reader #linked universe fierce deity x reader #lu fierce deity x reader #time x reader #legend of zelda time x reader #loz time x reader #linked universe time x reader #lu time x reader

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sarafangirlart · 6 days

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Ares with Aphrodite:

#literally how their interactions go in the Iliad lmao #hades with Persephone too lol #greek mythology #ancient greek mythology #greek pantheon #greek goddess #ares #ares greek god #ares god of war #ares deity #Aphrodite #aphrodite greek mythology #aphrodite goddess #ares x aphrodite #Iliad #the iliad #incorrect iliad #homer's iliad

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daily-kobold-facts · 1 year

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Hello. The kobolds have created a piece of interactive fiction in twine that you can play right now. It's very stupid, yet has nearly 700 passages. It's about being a kobold and getting a dragon a birthday present. They made the game because they can and nobody stopped them. Thank you for your time.

#kobold #interactive fiction #things which kobolds made for some inexplicable reason #if you're wondering what kind of story this is #it's the kind of story where you can play sports too hard eat candles and be smote by a fish deity #and none of those things have any relevance to the main goal of the game at all

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aphroditesbunny · 1 year

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Gentle Reminder: Aphrodite loves all her children. Daughter or Son, Gay or straight, trans or cis, and anything in between. Our lady loves you just the way you are, you are perfect and beautiful.

#aphrodite devotee #aphrodite deity #aphrodite worship #aphrodite #hellenism #hellenistic #hellenic polytheism #hellenic worship #terfs dont interact #antiterf #trans rights #gay pride #lgbtq #witchcraft #witchblr

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assmaster-8000 · 4 months

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i cant find much oc content in touchstarved because im lowkey blind but people with touchstarved ocs!!! please info dump to me in comments or dms i /gen want to hear what yall have come up with!!!!! what are their back stories? how different is it from the route you chose for them? what are they like? what do they look like? miscellaneous facts?

#touchstarved game #touchstarved oc #pls pls pls interact #pls stick ur fingers in between the bars of my enclosure pls #for my fallen oracle oc they are the mortal reincarnation of a god yet not the god itself #kind of like furina to focalors #they themselves claimed their touch bestowed enlightenment and the priests believed them #when the visiting mage revealed them as a fraud in that their power is actually a curse they killed the entire temple and fled #the reason they were so weak to the first soulless is because they had been running for days without food or sleep #they have an awful superiority complex they fled to the senobium not to cure their curse but to learn about their divine counterpart #so that they can kill them too and take their rightful place as the authentic deity to worship #they treat everything like a play and they are the observer. they are human but are they really humane #they're best fit for the kuras and ais route

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danceofthefallen-if · 2 years

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DEMO (ETA December) | FAQ

The Dance of the Fallen Deities is a character-driven 18+ work of fiction written using CScript.

Content warnings include: explicit language, depictions of violence and blood, (optional) explicit sexual content, threat of war, potential unhealthy relationships, threats of violence, attempted abduction, mentions of past abuse, instances of classism (including towards mc) and xenophobia (not towards mc). Will be added to as needed.

Everyone has heard the whispers.

Of how the Fallen have come together with the council of Yanha to plot and scheme against the realm of Celea. How their armies are howling the songs of war as their leaders command that divine ichor be spilt.

Everyone except you it seems.

As a minor deity working tirelessly for your Goddess, you don’t have time to listen to baseless gossip.

However, when you come face to face with the four self-proclaimed leaders of the Fallen, you’ll wish you had. Especially when, in their own unique ways, they all seem to have a strange special interest in you.

You have no idea what’s going on, but what you do know is that you really don’t have time for this.

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-> Customise your deities appearance. The Deities personality is semi-set.

-> Choose to play as male, female, nonbinary, agender, or genderfluid with cis and trans options included. Choose your pronouns separately from your gender/sex. Ace and Aro options are also available.

-> Choose the type of Goddess you follow and your abilities: Fate (Precognition), Love (Empath), Animals (Beast Tamer), or Justice (Truth Inducement).

-> Five potential romances to pursue with poly routes included.

-> Help avert a war, save your home, and get your life back. Or join the Fallen and watch Celea crumble.

-> Commiserate with your Blessed Hound.

Aeryn [F]

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Your goddess diligently follows and upholds Celea’s beliefs, she’s beautiful, hard-working, generous, and goes about her duties in a serene manner. She is seen as the definition of Celeatan perfection and everyone either wants to be her or be bonded to her, with rumours circulating that even the Supreme himself wishes to ask for her hand. Unfortunately for all of them, Aeryn couldn’t be less interested in all of that. Her greatest interest seems to lie with you, her most trusted deity and closest confidant. When she learns of her brother’s intent to take you from her, it’s enough to have her nearly declaring war on Yanha herself.

I know that your life is your own and I have no right to ask this of you, but please…don’t leave me.

Kyan [M]

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With an affable charm, genial smile, and warm eyes, it’s little wonder that all have been fooled into believing Kyan to still be a kind man, despite his falling. All except you that is. Even when he was a respected member of the Council, you could always see right through his perfected façade to the twisted darkness of his true nature beneath, and yet still stood up to him and sometimes for him, worked with him, and even showed him understanding. You saw him, ugliness and all, and didn’t shun him. Perhaps that’s why he’s so intent on tearing you from his sister’s side and claiming you as his.

Celea. The title of Supreme. You. I’ll take it all.

Niran [Agender]

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Known by most as a ruthless warrior, Niran has spent a lifetime cultivating a reputation as someone that will cut you down with little to no provocation if you so much as look at them or Kyan wrong. However, you’ve never seen them like that. Before they fell, Niran’s quiet, and usually unnoticed, kindness and protectiveness towards others was something you witnessed on many occasions, and even experienced firsthand once or twice. You were one of the very few to look at them without fear, and that’s something that they’ve never forgotten. It’s something that makes them want to protect you, even from themself.

I can’t protect you if I don’t know where you are, so don’t ever stray from my side.

Elex [Gender Selectable]

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It was easy for the residents of Celea to underestimate Elex, to only see nem as lazy, overly flirtatious, and too easily distracted and remain blind to how nir eyes missed nothing. Ne is, in fact, a highly intelligent individual who can talk nir way in and out of any situation and is now regarded as the highest priority target due to nir strategies alone. Yet, you knew the kind of danger ne presented long ago, and it left Elex reeling when you went to nem for strategic advice. From that moment, you were, and still are, thoroughly under nir skin.

You, starlight, are the definition of a hot mess. Lucky for me, that’s exactly how I like my deities.

Hayle [Gender Selectable]

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Out of all who fell, Hayle was the most shocking. Xe was sweet, outgoing, and always ready to lend an ear and a healing hand to those who were in need, so it was widely suspected that xe had been abducted rather than gone willingly. However, Hayle proved that rumour to be spectacularly false by personally sending the members of xyr rescue party back in several pieces. A move that even you didn’t see coming. You had been just as drawn in by xem as everyone else and even considered xem a close friend. It makes you no different to anyone else, so xyr interest in you is a mystery to everyone but xem.

You have such pretty eyes. I want them to always be looking at me.

Poly routes: Kyan/Niran/Elex/Hayle | Niran/Hayle | Kyan/Elex

#the dance of the fallen deities if #interactive fiction #interactive novel #if wip #wip if #cog wip

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aroaceleovaldez · 1 year

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do you think nico and hades are cool with each other these days? would hades helo Nico if nico really needeed it?

Oh absolutely - I think their interactions in HoO (and again, see my like 5 different posts about Nico being guaranteed immortality after his death by Hades) pretty solidly confirm that. Them being on solidly good terms seems to start during the Battle of Manhattan - when Nico brings reinforcements in the form of Hades, Persephone, and Demeter. They seem to have mostly sorted out their disagreements and understand where each other are at, and by the end of TLO we see them generally being on good terms. By HoO they're actively communicating more, we see Hades giving Nico advice, offering him reassurance in BoO, etc etc.

I'd even go so far as to say Nico seems to also be on relatively good terms with Persephone now as well. Heck in TLO he even seemed on decent terms with Demeter, which is kind of fascinating in my opinion since we really only see them somewhat interact once.

Nico's really interesting in that regard to me because he's probably the demigod who is on good terms with the most deities we know of, or at least those deities view him favorably even if Nico is iffy on them. He's on good terms with his dad and step-mom, and seems to be on decent terms with Demeter. He's explicitly friends with Apollo and Hestia. If you want to count Iapetus/Bob, Nico is friends with him too. Dionysus is literally his therapist. Heck, Cupid even has a personal interest in him for whatever reason and after beating him up basically goes "good job, kid!" and it's implied they met a long time ago and HoH isn't their first interaction. Achlys (while being ominous) says Nico is "perfect" (because of his suffering, but at the same time she says it in a way that seems to be that she's praising that attribute of his and doesn't attack him or anything. So I like to go out on a limb and say she views Nico favorably). There's some implication that while Nico is personally iffy on the Hunters they don't view him negatively. And according to Un Natale Mezzosangue Nico is on even friendly terms with the Etruscan god Charu.

But yeah, re: your question, it is basically canon already that Hades would help out Nico if he's able to and Nico needs it.

#pjo #riordanverse #nico di angelo #ask #livinginthelopsidedworld #i also have personal headcanons that Nico is friends with EVEN MORE IMMORTALS #from a whole variety of pantheons because a.) funny running bit for nico to be chilling with all these gods for no reason #and b.) there *is* some canonical implication that he regularly interacts with other pantheons #and it would follow his character patterns to just. be on friendly terms with a ton of random deities #it makes sense for him again given the whole ''will eventually be immortal one day''#he's networking for his future promotion /j

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skyloftian-nutcase · 2 months

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Honestly, I find it very funny that FD says that he doesn't need to eat, doesn't need to sleep, doesn't engage in mating rituals. Because that kinda goes against a bunch of irl mythology.

I mean, just look at Greek mythology. Zeus & Hera are married, Hades & Persephone are married, Hephestus & Aphrodite are married. Not to mention that the Olympian Gods tend to reproduce like freaking rabbits. Especially Zeus, dude could not keep it in his pants. There's also the fact that Hestia is the Goddess of Food who is known to make ambrosia which was known as the food of the gods.

Like, were those declarations strictly a FD thing or was it a statement regarding deities in the world of Hyeule in-general?

Honestly, I can't help but wonder if it's really accurate to classify FD as a God of War. When you consider the Japanese lore behind his mask's name, it suggests that he's more so a God of Protection. A tutelary deity. What I mean is that the mask is referred to as Kishin, which are Japanese Ogre Gods that were inspired by the Buddhist Pāla or Fierce Gods. They were known to be ferocious in battle & very scary-looking, but ultimately compassionate & benevolent at their cores. They were said to exact divine retribution upon those who did wrong to innocents & got rid of obstacles in the way of mortals achieving enlightenment.

It's all very interesting.

I've always viewed the Fierce Deity as a god of protection, a benevolent guardian over Termina who was cursed into a mask with dark magic. He would fight to protect the land when needed and just chill and hang out in the meantime, likely with mythical creatures more than the people, but still be fairly normal in his own eyes. The mask is a prison for him, sealing him there with evil magic of some sort.

Seeing as his mask has a dark aura, and Fierce is really only utilized to fight, and his mask can harm the user, in the eyes of the world he became known as a dangerous god of war and is usually kept at arm's length. The millennia in the mask have chipped away at his memory and his personality, leaving him closed off and aloof, ignorant to much of anything outside of battle, which is the only constant he has left. His cool demeanor isn’t because he’s a mindless otherworldly god, it’s because he’s been alone for so long he doesn’t know how human behavior works anymore.

Fierce has been happy, sad, angry, hungry, sick, upset, etc. He just barely remembers it, if at all. He’s so emotionally disconnected he struggles sometimes to process things. While sealed in the mask he has no physical needs, and he only vaguely remembers them when he’s out, and he’s never out long enough to really merit worrying about it (at least until Link gets the mask). But he is curious and eager to help nonetheless.

#you ask skye answers #lovely anon #fierce deity #fierce dadity #he's got the natural protection instinct and can be a dad as a result #he usually just comes out for battle and understands that and takes the mask off when it's done #it wasn't until he interacted with Link that he kind of starts coming back tolife #because Link is a sweetheart and would treat such a mask with respect #maybe when he was younger Link talked to it #as he got older and learned the consequences of utilizing it he became more wary and spoke to him less #I have silly crack headcanons for Fierce too that I wrote about ages ago #but I think this is generally the 'closest to canon' idea I have of him

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