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mooutchi · 6 months
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Love posting on tumblr it feel like a safe place lol
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ra-archives · 6 months
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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
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glowyskull · 2 months
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Ah, 4 am
Great time to color
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breannasfluff · 5 months
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Carry with warriors and fierce deity please
[ CARRY ]:     the sender pulls an emotionally/physically exhausted receiver into an embrace, then lifts them off their feet and carries them to a sofa/bed to let them lie down and get some rest.
The kid is too damn young to be using masks. Certainly not ones that turn him into an adult war god. The way he screams when the mask fuses to his face…Warriors is going to have nightmares about it for years. 
He can’t deny that the Fierce Deity is helpful in battle though, even if his methods are…mostly mass destruction. The captain approaches every situation with caution and a healthy dose of politeness. A more submissive position wouldn’t go amiss.
The deity rarely changes expression, simply staring with glowing eyes when Warriors talks. He likes to think he has an understanding with him, if not a camradre. They’ve fought side by side in enough battles; that has to count for something, right?
Warriors is careful never to show weakness around Fierce, though. Weakness is something to stamp out and the help he provides is tenuous at best.
Not showing weakness is turning into a full time job at the moment. Coming out of battle, Warriors is exhausted and limping, although he tries to hide it. There’s a cut on his thigh that bled and now the fabric of his pants pulls at the wound with each step. 
The deity strides next to him, face impassive. He doesn’t look at the bodies they step around; Warriors is unsure if they even register for him. 
Unfortunately, the battlefield is not a place for an easy stroll. The captain’s foot catches on a discarded piece of armor and he goes down on one knee with a grunt. It takes a long second to push himself back up again and wipe away the pain of the wound.
Fierce turns one glowing eye on him. “Are you well?”
Warriors nods; teeth grit against the pain and strides on. The deity slows his pace, or maybe he’s the one slowing them down. Navigating the ground seems to be getting harder with each step. Pain lances through his leg. 
The deity comes to a stop. “You are injured.”
“Ah–just a cut on my leg. I’ll be good as knew in no time.”
“It pains you.”
Warriors runs through a variety of unsavory comebacks but keeps them all bottled up. “I’ll be fine. Once we are off the battlefield you can give Mask back. I’ll make sure he gets some rest.”
“Hmm.” Fierce doesn’t follow when the captain pushes forward, just stands and watches. 
Finally, Warriors stops and turns. “Is there something I can assist you with, Fierce Deity?” Even grouchy with pain and tired beyond belief, he lets none of it bleed into his words. 
Stepping up to him, Fierce reaches out and abruptly pushes his shoulder. Not expecting the motion and overbalancing, Warriors let protests vehemently and goes limp beneath him.
Instead of landing in the grime off the battlefield, his weight is cushioned in a strong grip. Fierce Deity is holding him in almost…a hug. Or as close as a war god can get. 
Before the captain can push away and apologize, Fierce scoops him into his arms, one arm supporting his back and the other under his knees.
Warriors squeaks, although he’ll never admit it.
“I shall return the child once we’ve reached the healer’s tent.”
The captain is left in confused silence as Fierce carries him off the battlefield and into the healer’s tent. From there, he’s deposited on an empty bed. Glowing eyes meet his. “Rest, Captain. I will see you soon.”
Warriors is still speechless as the deity vanishes back into the mask.
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fallenleafofmaple · 6 months
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Destress doodles :)
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pro-gamer-moves · 7 months
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He’s a father at heart.
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skyloftian-nutcase · 18 days
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It was supposed to have been a relaxing family trip. Zelda had promised a place for them to stay in Castle Town, and they would have had the opportunity to just see the city and not worry about selling anything or doing knightly duties.
Malon should have known better. As much as Link preferred his domestic life, adventure always seemed to find him… and he was all too eager to answer the call.
She didn’t mind going on an adventure with him, honestly. She’d kind of always wanted to. What she hadn’t wanted, though, was to drag their daughter into it as well.
Their journey to Castle Town had been interrupted by beasts, rerouting them towards the forest to the south, near Lake Hylia. It was adjacent to the Lost Woods, and Link claimed it was mostly safe - at the very least it was safer than being exposed in Hyrule Field. He hadn’t wanted to engage out in the open with Malon and Navi so vulnerable, so this had been the next best thing.
The only issue was that Link was injured. And ill on top of it - he’d been coming down with something but had insisted on the family still going to Castle Town, outwitting Malon’s arguments by saying Well this is a vacation, darling, it’ll be restful!
Sighing, Malon leaned against a tree, her daughter nestled safely in her arms. Restful was not the word she’d use for this.
“We outran them,” Link noted as he watched behind them, pacing. With each step he took he faltered, steadily developing a limp.
“Honey, you can’t fight like this,” Malon said worriedly. “We should just stay here until they go away.”
“They might try to look for us,” Link argued. “Besides, the woods aren’t the safest either. It’s just that nothing’s going to go out of its way to attack us. But we can’t stay here.”
“You’re hurt,” Malon reiterated, pointing to the blood on his leg. She’d already wrapped the wound, insisting on taking care of it as soon as possible, but that didn’t mean it was all better now. She really wished they’d packed some milk - of all the times for them to be lacking their own product!
Link sighed heavily, sitting on the forest floor. His brow was furrowed deeply, holding that scowl he used to when worries plagued his mind. Malon reached over to put a reassuring hand on his shoulder, but to be honest she wasn’t much less anxious. This entire situation was a disaster, and she was frankly starting to get scared.
Link watched her a moment and then looked down. He was definitely deliberating something specific now, based on the way his eyes moved back and forth, one argument clashing with another in some kind of internal debate.
“What is it?” Malon asked.
“Nothing,” Link answered, shaking his head. “Can you do me a favor?”
Malon perked up in an instant, eager to help. “Of course, darling.”
“Can you help me get this boot off?”
Malon glanced at his injured leg and nodded. First, she looped a sling around her to let Navi rest while freeing her arms up. As she bent down to gingerly assist Link, suspicion tickled at the back of her brain. Link rarely asked for help - the man triaged himself by situation, not injury. Out in the field he would write off a broken bone as an inconvenience, but in the safety of their home a cold was the deadliest disease on earth.
But this situation wasn’t safe. Why was he suddenly so compliant? What was he up to?
Malon was about to ask as she reached for the boot, when a bright light flashed, warmth filled the air, and Link jerked with a muffled yell. Malon gasped, rising to her feet and grabbing the nearest stick as a weapon, eyes wide as she looked for whatever had hurt her husband, when—
When two glowing eyes looked back at her.
Malon stared. And then it clicked. “What are you doing out here?! Why, that idiotic husband of mine, take that off right now and I’ll punch him myself—“
The Fierce Deity hastily stood, taking three steps back as Malon charged at him. “This wasn’t of my volition.”
“You both know that mask hurts him, why is he putting it on when he’s sick and injured already—“
Navi burst into tears, upset by the racket. Malon paused from her tirade only due to such desperate circumstances, shushing her daughter and rocking her gently while glaring daggers at the deity.
“Perhaps he didn’t think he could protect you in his current state,” Fierce offered.
“That’s ridiculous!” Malon denied even as her mind screamed in agreement with Fierce. She herself had just been saying it.
But—but—oh, that husband of hers! He was getting the lecture of his life when he took that mask off!
A twig nearby snapped, and the deity had his blade out in an instant. Malon tried to calm Navi, who was still greatly perturbed, and she let the mythical being take the lead. He quickly rooted out the source of the noise. Malon had to admit she certainly felt safe watching the demigod dispatch the beasts with so much ease it might as well have been a joke.
When the danger had passed, she quietly asked, “Can you even feel the injury he had?”
The Fierce Deity glanced at her, and he tested the affected extremity. “A little, yes. I know he hurt it.”
“Things just… don’t hurt you, do they?” Malon huffed, marveling a little at it. Perhaps that was why Link had chosen to let him take over - nothing could slow him down.
The deity blinked, head tilting down as if he were considering it. “They do.”
He didn’t elaborate, and somehow that made the words all the heavier. Malon watched him a moment in silence, Navi finally calm in her arms. Then she sighed, finding a fallen tree to sit on, and she pat the space beside her invitingly. As she waited for the deity to approach, she started humming Epona’s song while rocking Navi back and forth.
Fierce slowly made his way over to her, sitting with such care it was as if he was approaching a frightened animal. Malon didn’t think too much into it - she knew his focus was on her daughter. She continued to sway gently, beaming down at her baby girl. Navi was calm, resting once more. Not for the first time, Malon had to marvel at the little one. She was perfect and beautiful.
And now she was safe.
Sighing, Malon said quietly. “Thank you.”
Fierce smiled softly. “Protection is my sworn duty. But more than duty, it is always a pleasure to protect Link’s family.”
Malon mirrored his smile, resuming her humming for a little while. Eventually, the deity commented, “She’s gotten bigger since you showed her to me.”
“That was six months ago,” Malon giggled. “Of course she’s gotten bigger.”
“I… do not know how quickly mortals grow,” Fierce noted a little uncertainly. “I've ascertained that the little Hero's journey wasn't exactly traditional. How long will she be this helpless?”
“Don’t you worry about her,” Malon chided gently with a chuckle. She knew that concerned tone and expression anywhere - it was still her husband’s face, even if the mask’s magic distorted it to share the deity's spirit. The two worried all the same. It was honestly kind of cute. “Link and I can take care of her.”
The deity continued to watch her daughter, face softening.
“Now don’t you tell me you don’t think we’re up to the task,” Malon teased, elbowing him.
He straightened a little, a smile pulling at his lips. “I remember little of my time before this mask, but I do recall that a mother’s love and protection is far fiercer than I could ever be.”
Malon felt a swell of pride in her chest, and she giggled. “Aw honey, look at you buttering me up. That won’t save you.”
Fierce blinked. “From what?”
“From eating,” Malon insisted, pulling out some biscuits that had been wrapped up for the journey. “Link needs it, and you don’t get to eat that much. My daddy always said my cookin’ was fit for a god, so I guess it’s time to test that.”
She actually managed to pull a laugh out of Fierce with that one, and it filled the air with mirth and magic. Malon felt like she'd just accomplished some grand quest like Link did on his journeys, and she laughed with him. Fierce eventually took the biscuits, sniffing them hesitantly.
Malon raised an eyebrow at him, but the gesture was lost upon the mysterious being. He took a laughably small bite, testing it, and then sighed, closing his eyes.
"You alright?" Malon asked quietly, trying to parse out the gesture. In most it would be a sign of appreciation, but Fierce's mannerisms didn't always match the norm.
"Six months," the deity said quietly before taking another bite. "It's such a short time."
"It certainly has flown by," Malon muttered, looking down at her baby. Navi had grown so much. She wanted nothing more than for time to stop. It was pretty ironic considering who she was married to. But his magic over time, as fantastical as it was, would be a curse in this situation. No, Malon didn't want to live the same days over and over as she herself grew old. She just wanted to cherish the time she had as much as possible.
Some days she did wish she could slow it down, though.
She kissed her daughter's soft head, taking in the scent of her skin, so new and unblemished, naïve to the worries lines her parents bore. Navi was her entire world, and she couldn't imagine it any other way.
"I suppose mortals do grow up quite quickly."
Malon nuzzled her baby girl a little more before looking up at the deity. He seemed very sad and alone all of a sudden, biscuit forgotten in his hand as it rested on his lap.
"Oh honey," she cooed gently, shifting closer to him. "All that means is we treasure what we do have."
Fierce watched her, his brow heavy over his eyes, a weight pushing on his shoulders. Malon tried reading into it, trying to figure out what was leaving the sweet mysterious man so perturbed. She supposed it was fairly obvious, though.
He would outlive them all. They both knew it. But that didn't mean—
Oh.
He didn't think he would have a chance to treasure such moments. How could he? He was locked away in a mask, only touching reality when worn. And Link had no reason to wear it.
Well, that just wouldn't do. They had to figure something out. Malon didn't wish the pain of that mask on her husband, but she didn't wish the loneliness of its imprisonment on Fierce.
"We have right now," she reasoned, trying to give him the most sincere smile she could. "Come on, love. Take your armor off and relax. As long as you're eating and resting, I reckon it'll be okay for a little bit, at least."
"You three were going somewhere," Fierce noted. "I should clear the road and escort you there safely."
"Maybe so," Malon replied. "But you're going to finish eating first."
He complied, finishing the biscuit before being handed another. After having several snacks from the provisions the family had packed, Malon and Fierce rose together. His gaze seemed to settle on Navi, and Malon held her out carefully, nodding in encouragement to the tall being.
Gently, oh so gently, Fierce took the baby in his arms. Instinctively, he swayed on his feet, eyes never leaving her face. Malon's heart warmed at the sight of it.
“Sometimes, I just wonder,” Malon remarked as she watched him. “You’re so… compassionate, and kind. They claim you're a war god, but you're really not. You love children so much. Surely… I think you might’ve had some, you know? Back then and all.”
Fierce watched her in silence before he tilted his head to the side with a smile, returning Navi to her mother. “I do have children.”
Malon jumped, surprised. “You do?”
“Yes,” the deity hummed quietly, a deep, rumbling sound that was nearly akin to purring. “And I’m very proud of both you.”
The words settled over her a moment before sinking in, and she knew she had to look like a deer caught in lantern light. The deity’s smile grew, almost as if teasing, but she knew he was being genuine. And she… felt almost at a loss for words by it. Her throat tightened a hair before she laughed, stepping towards him and pulling him into a hug. “Oh, you. You’re just as bad as Link.”
The Fierce Deity stood there stiffly a moment, clearly caught off guard by the contact, but slowly, he settled into the embrace. His hands were warm on Malon’s back as he pulled her closer, careful not to hurt Navi between them. His breath warmed her hair at the top of her head, and Malon nuzzled against his chest a little.
Silence hung amicably in the air, a pleasant comfort and warmth like a hearth ablaze with a cheery fire. Slowly, fairies came out of hiding, dancing and twinkling in the shadows and bringing a glow to the forest like the pink hues of a sunrise.
The supposed god of war knew peace, and Malon held this moment in her heart forevermore.
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thatonedragongirl · 7 months
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I’m not sure where the idea that FD takes complete control of its host came from
I thought for a while, more like FD would “imprint”; it wouldn’t take away your conscious, but I think it would alter you.
Suddenly that bad thing seems quite not so bad or doing that wrong thing doesn’t seem so wrong- it alters your perception of reality and yourself until you take the mask off. Not enough to make you an entirely different person, but it’s morals, memories, and train of thought taint yours to match closer to that of FD. Like FD is co-piloting, rather than assuming complete control.
I mean I’m all for Fierce Dadity but
I imagine Time hating and being afraid of the mask because of who he becomes, not just what
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moonyhasmanyanimals · 1 month
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I like to think the links would give you cute gifts. So here are the little things they would give you as said gifts.
Sage- I think he would give you either apple seeds or make you a stuffed animal. Like take up sewing just to make you one
Wild- Silly little earrings, Because I like to think he loves to match clothes. I think matching earrings from Gerudo Town. Or maybe like sage a stuffed animal but make it a little wolf.
Time- He would totally make you something, He's a total romantic guy. He would get you flowers or get you chocolates. Bonus if the Kokiri helps him make the chocolates (Yes I headcanon that those kids can make some good ass chocolate)
Twilight- Why do you want to know? Ok but for real. He would go into his wolf form whenever you ask. Because I bet Wolfie is stupidly fluffy. But if that doesn't satisfy I think he would get you A necklace from Zora's Domain.
Four- He makes you gifts, My man is a blacksmith. He would make you branclets or earrings of whatever you want. But if you want he'll take you on a date under the starry sky.
Sky- Speaking of skies. I think his gift would be to show you how to ride a loftwing in his Hyrule. Or get you a Remlit. Because have you SEEN those little cute monsters. He is also very romantic like time so he would get you Flowers or Chocolate or any candy you want.
Wind- Like I stated he's romantic for you while you see him as a little brother or your kid. Would get you flowers from the field and bring them to you. Maybe ask Time or Wild for some money to go get you some fruits in Kakariko.
Hyrule- While I would like to say he's in his late teens or early twenties, he doesn't have experience like twilight or time. I think he tries really hard with his gifts. He kinda goes off everyone else so maybe just a little date with some roses.
Legend- lovely hoarder of a man, he's such a loser and I love him so much for it. I think he's a little classy, Roses and chocolates yes. But also gets you a ring. He would take you to Lorule with enough begging.
Wars- Imma make it easy because i don't know much about him yet, So imma say that he gives you his clothes or let's you wear his scarf. Likes your time more then having gifts
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Fierce deity- He seems to follow you around a bit. He likes your time and your hugs but if he were to give you something it might be a little spirit he has in his pocket (another random headcanon I have)
Dark Link (Dink? idk what his LU name is)- One of those cool skull horses. You know? He would teach you to ride it. He also would give you black roses or get matching outfits.
Ravio- anything you want. It doesn't matter. But he would also get you a stuffed animal.
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Who knew the god of wars and bloodshed created such gentle caretakers of nature
The Satori will still fuck you up though if you screw with nature too much
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mooutchi · 6 months
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I actually love posting on tumblr , even if i flop like ever 😭💚
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nimsahara · 8 months
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A drawing I made almost 2 years ago that I never got around to posting, but here it is.
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nancyheart11 · 5 days
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Fierce: and that's the second time my little one got dragged outside his timeline to help protect strangers
Rusl: This is very interesting and all but ...
Abel: *being smacked by a red bokoblin* Stop telling stories while we're trying to sneak up on monsters! >:(
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breannasfluff · 6 months
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Lift, Eldritch Wild, Fierce
[ LIFT ]:     sender, being taller than the shorter receiver, lifts them off the ground mid-embrace.
“Cub!”
“Fierce!”
Wild dumps his needle felting in Twilight’s lap and runs for his friend. It’s been a while since Time put on the mask. 
The champion throws himself against Fierce’s broad chest, purring as he rubs his face on the padded tunic. “I missed you!”
Fierce’s aura laps at his and Wild relaxes into the drumbeat of hooves and the decay of ancient forests. The deity is tall–taller than Time, so he has to lean down for Wild to wrap his arms around him.
Then the champion’s feet are leaving the ground as Fierce pulls him up and tight against his chest. Wild chirps and kicks his feet; it’s like being held by Sidon.
Against his ear, Fierce’s chuckle is little more than a rumble.
“Missed you! Missed you!” Wild wiggles until Fierce hefts him a little higher. 
“Silly cub. Have you been doing the exercises I taught you?”
“Ye-es, you said I had to!” He’s being petulant, but something about Fierce makes Wild feel like a child again. It’s not something he remembers well–not any more–but it’s not unwanted. 
Fierce is old, much older than Wild, at least. He is a deity. To him, Wild is a cub and treated accordingly. The treatment always comes with kindness, though, and the champion treasures their moments together.
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raylin-creates · 3 months
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I love love LOVE Fierce Dadity as a concept but I don't really seek out fics or anything for it because most of the Fierce Dadity content I come across simply doesn't mesh with my image of the Fierce Deity as a father figure.
Like they'll have him be way too vocal and emotionally open. (This isn't hate btw, it's still lovely art and fics, those people are just doing their own thing with it and I'm doing mine and that's OK. It's good, even!)
My ideal version of the Fierce Deity as a father figure:
Speaks very little or not at all
Rarely or never has a facial expression that's not a Murder Glare
Overall just makes no attempts at all to communicate his thoughts or actions, He Will Just Do Them, for better or worse
Doesn't have a body of his own, must inhabit another in order to physically interact with the world (optional for the sake of exploring certain scenarios)
The fatherly relationship when it comes to Link/Mask is one-sided for the longest time (also optional for the sake of exploring Scenarios)
As in, from Mask's perspective this is a powerful godlike spirit who occasionally takes over his body to do things outside of battle he never asked for and is Kinda Freaked Out About It, not putting together that he's doing things like:
Getting enough sleep
Eating a balanced meal
Properly treating his wounds
Moving his campsite closer to civilization so Link can more easily visit people and doesn't completely isolate himself
Getting more supplies (stealing, he has no money or any concept of currency and nobody's arguing with an eight foot cryptid glaring at you) because Three Pie Slices Are Not Enough To Last The Week, How Did This Child Survive Before Me
The Fierce Deity makes no attempt to correct Link's misunderstanding, he doesn't see the problem, he just wants the child to REST
Thus begins years of Mask being wary and scared of the Fierce Deity mask but not getting rid of it because it's the closest he can get to feeling like an adult again, while FD and his patented murder glare is just trying to stop this kid from driving himself into an early grave
Obviously this means I'm gonna have to write this version of Fierce Dadity myself but I have bigger projects I need to get started on before I do that.
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