#fd! sky

[luimagines]

Congarts on the two year old blog!

If it's fine, can I request a FD sky in the royal au; just getting to know reader, flustering them at every turn and being a genuine menace to them

-🍄

YEEEEEEEEEESSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!

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You didn't know what to do with the man that sat across from you.

If you could even call him a man.

His hair was stark white, perfectly accented by the bright red feathers in his hair as it draped over his shoulders. He had a pearlescent cape with a design of the country's emblem on the back. His clothes were about as casual as you could get when speaking to the King.

He's wearing black pants at least but his shirt holds the regality of the royal family. It's also white with stars and moons embroidered in golds around the edges with swirls that connect from one side of the tapestry to the next. It looks almost like a story was woven directly into the fabric. You're tempted to read it, but you don't want to be seen openly ogling the King in his own house.

His eyes were just as white as his hair with no sign of which direction he would be looking in, but it was clear to every hair that stood up at the back of your neck that he was very much watching you. More so than you were watching him.

A shaky hand reaches for the tea cup he's order to be served to you. You're not sure why you're here or what he wants with you, but he seems relaxed at least.

But you don't know what that means for you, so you're still a nervous wreck.

"I hear that your bakery is the best in my kingdom." He says after a beat once you set your tea cup back on the little saucer. You try to focus on that instead of the booming voice that threatened to pour into your very veins.

The cup has a beautiful floral pattern. It looks like porcelain but you could be wrong. The beautiful forget-me-not pattern echoes on the saucer below. the swirling flowers are beautifully painted.

But you feel dizzy and nauseous in an instant.

You put the cup away.

"Thank you... Your Majesty." You finally answer him. "I wouldn't personally say it's the best. but business has been good and your people have treated me nicely."

"My people?" There's an up tilt to his words and you have the slightest suspicion that there's humor in his words, but you struggle to read him.

"Yes." You answer calmly. "Your people."

"Are you not one of my people?" He picks up his own tea cup and takes a sip. You feel like running away.

"I'm not originally from here." You bite your lip and grip the seat beneath you. Every fiber in your being is telling you to run for it. But you're rooted to the spot.

The king nods and tilts his head as if in thought. "I suppose your accent would check out in that regard."

He says nothing as he takes another sip of his tea. Can't you just go home already?

"I'm having a party." He says at last. "I was hoping you'd be willing to cater it."

You feel your heart stop as relief threatens to melt you into a puddle. It's just business. You can do business. "O-oh... is that all?"

He nods once more. "I'd like a list of your menu and potential skills outside of your typical armory. I'm sure it goes without saying that you should bring the best of your accomplishments."

You can feel your nerves stealing in you as he speaks. You'll show him. These will be the best of the best. "Of course. I've never disappointed a costumer. I don't plan on starting now."

This time he actually smiles. "Perfect. May I ask for the estimate? I plan on giving a hefty down payment first-"

"No. For free." You cross your arms, ignoring the tea.

He stills, clearly not expecting that. His eyes don't obviously dart to you but the energy changes. The hair on the back of your neck stand up once more but you're not willing to budge on this.

"...I don't think so." He says calmly. "I pay for the full deal. I don't accept handouts."

"It's not handouts." You try to not glare at him. "It's exposure. The business that would result from this would payback tenfold the amount it would take to cater your party."

He frowns and stares at you as if you've said something dumb. "...I'm paying."

"No, you're not." You cross a leg to emphasize the point.

The King tilts his head. "Yes. I am. End of discussion."

"No you're not." You feel it in yourself to be indignant.

"Yes." He's smiling but you're not sure what to think about it. "I will pay the full price one way or another. I've enjoyed our chat but I'm afraid I've got other matters to attend to."

"That's a shame." You shrug. "Because this conversation isn't over until you let me do this for free."

The King of the land stops as he gets to his feet and kisses your cheek. "Then I suppose I'll simply have to invite you again, my dear. I'll see you soon."

You freeze and stay rooted to the spot once more as he leaves the room.

Your tea has gone cold by the time you're escorted out of the castle. This wasn't exactly what you had in mind- nor are you confident in yourself to keep surviving interactions with this powerful man.

Why couldn't he just have dropped it?

[illegiblehandwriting1]

what the next funny feeling chapter looks like:

Time: *uses mask*

Warriors: *panicked screaming*

Sky: *raises hand* hey, um, so what the fuck-

[shearlin]

Inspired by this post by @thatonedragongirl and addition by @bokettochild

I also feel like FD does not completely take control, but is such a strong presence, that it overwhelms the user after a extended / repeated use, to the point of losing a sense of self.

However, I always hc that FD mask is a cursed object and behaves as such. It warps the perception of user, yes, but it also warped the Fierce Deity himself. Just like putting a power of divine in a mortal vessel would never end well for the mortal in question, smushing a god in a tiny piece of wood would not end well for the deity.

I hope you don’t mind a little drabble about this concept about FD influence and my understanding of it.

Fierce Deity was powerful. Was.

It was centuries, millennia ago, when his power was stripped, cramped and forced into a piece of wood, trapping him in a plaything, a mask. A thing to be used like a tool.

But he did not fade like they hoped nor he subdued to their will. He was a god. He lingered, observed, adapted. He would not be defeated that easily.

They took his body and freedom. They wanted to play gods, when they were at war. They made a mistake and paid for it. But it did not end his imprisonment. The cycle continued. Someone found the mask, put it on and then break under his will. Over and again.

But that was a past long gone. His current wielder was different. Treated him with respect and fear like he should. He would not mind a vessel like that. His mind and magic was strong and his spirit was touched with Her divine light. Fierce Deity did not expect the fragile child that found him to become quite the man he is now, but it was only for the better.

Every time the hero put on the mask that hold his power he would whisper his guidance, pour his power into him, making him a true avatar of his might. Fighting like this felt right. Fighting both to protect and destroy. Even if he was not free. He helped when he was called and it was almost enough.

But if he could convince him to leave it on, to let him handle it, that he would take care of it... After all, who was better to wield a power of a god than the divine it belonged to?

It would be easier. It would be painless.

His wielder would not have to be hurt, ever again. Even if the hero thinks he could do it alone. The deity has chosen and laid his claim.

Fierce Deity would never be free. But this is still his. And he'll be damned, like the curse they called him, if he let anyone take it away.

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Time didn’t know what to think of the Fierce Deity mask. It scared him. It sickened him. It drew him in. It gave him strength and power. He needed it.

Putting it on felt... intoxicating. There was nothing - and he meant nothing - that could stop him when he put it on. He could protect everyone like this. His home, his wife, his boys, everyone.

He could also kill everyone like this. After all, Fierce Deity had no reason to hold back. No reason to stop his blade.

And every time he put the cursed mask on, Time could feel he had less and less reason to as well. It was freeing in a sense.

It was terrifying.

He vowed to never put it on unless absolutely necessary. He was long past the time, when he thought he would be able to let it go completely. When he tried to fool himself he had it under control.

One day, the gentle pulls and whispers would turn to shoves and commands that can't be ignored. One day, the overwhelming presence that felt in equal part comforting and threatening, would be too inviting to stop. One day, he would lose himself in the sweet song of power and the rush of never-ending fight.

The worst part? He knew. It was already happening. And yet, there was no way on Farore’s green earth he could let go now. He knew, but he didn't care anymore. He was not sure when he stopped.

There would always be someone stronger that him that endanger everyone. An evil that he would not be enough to defeat. Ganondorf still lives in his Hyrule. Moon was still on the sky, ready to plummet. You just never know when you might need some extra help. So the mask stays in his pouch ready to be used, humming with power both cursed and divine.

Fierce Deity had him in his clutches, marking his face and purring in his mind, promises of easy victory and safety for those he loved.

And Time was terrified how easily it was to accept that as true.

[not-freyja]

The Hero of the Sky blinks the light out of his eyes and watches as Blue delicately pulls Red’s sword off the ground. He holds it in his arms not like a weapon but like a beloved relic, like a piece of the gods themselves.

No, that’s not right, Sky realizes. He’s held fragments of divinity in his hands before, briefly held the Triforce, all of creation itself, in his weak mortal hands.

He held that golden power with less reverence that the way Blue holds this sword.

The way he holds Red.

[sarkysphotoblog]

[anniesocsandgeneralstore]

when you caught me - Jake "Hangman" Seresin x OC (Sky High AU)

It seems like RONNIE BRADSHAW was always destined for greatness. The youngest child of famous superheroes with incredible phasing powers that developed when she was only four years old. When she came to Sky High, everyone expected her to get put into the Hero Track. Just like her older brother and her parents before her.

But everyone needs to lower their expectations real quick.

Her parents are absent. Her brother is a bully. Getting her powers that early only made her anxious and unable to control them properly. And now, at Sky High, she is immediately put into the Sidekick Track when she can't seem to make her powers work right during first-day auditions.

Everyone thinks she's a huge joke and a screwup - that is, until she meets JAKE SERESIN.

With telekinetic powers, he is the first in his family to show signs of being super. And as a Junior, his big project for the year is to test his abilities in an unconventional way that he hasn't before. So when he runs into this girl in the hallway and she phases right through him, he thinks he's found the perfect project.

But will their working together lead to something more?

[thesoftieanon]

Softiee I require FD sky

-mushroom 🍄

FD Sky? I'll try my best, Shroomie! It’s gonna be a bulleted list because I couldn’t come up with a story, hope that’s okay^^;

Also... @cafecourage enjoy >:3

Honestly, not that much different from normal Sky

Just more poetic��� and protective

He’s called Godslayer for a reason, and with the mask on, it just cements the title

No monster stands a chance against him, infected or not, he will decimate them

Especially if they dare attack you

Nothing harms his Dove

Off the battlefield, however, it’s cuddle time

He’s so large he covers you with his body

You could hide in his embrace, and he’d honestly prefer it

So warm and cozyyyyy

He’ll hold you close and murmur softly in your ear

Mostly poetry and praise

“My Sweet Dove… the stars can’t compare to the gems that are your eyes.”

“I’d happily fight Demise again, just to hold you close like this for a moment longer.”

Don’t teach him any modern flirts/truly romantic poetry, it can and will be used against you

If he isn’t singing your praises, he’s literally singing

Oh so softly

A private concert of lullabies just for you

Doubly so if it’s been a bad day, you get all his attention and comfort

He’s just… he’s head over heels for you, okay?

You turn him into mush

He’d die for you

He’d kill for you

Either way, what bliss

[raylin-creates]

Illegible_Handwriting (I don’t think they have a Tumblr or I’d tag them, if I’m wrong lmk) wrote a fic inspired by my FD!Sky fic and I’m screaming???!?!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/44435800

It’s so good, please check it out

Also

[full-pockets]

Symin: You need monster extract but you can buy it at Tarrey Town

Lol no fuck that, I'm not gonna *buy* it. I did happen to get lucky and an NPC gave it to me as a reward for their small quest. I do however need to get Goron Spice, and with no flame resist gear to go in Goron City, I need to find Yammo, a traveling merchant to buy it.

[socialc1imb]

~On the seventh day of Christmas, your insane lurker of a tumblr friend gave to you~ FIERCE DADITY SOFTNESS

Wind hissed, sucking in his cheek and biting it to hold the tears at bay. The arrow in his knee was not the worst injury he’d ever had, but that didn’t make it hurt any less.

But he’d be damned if he was going to cry. The others already fretted over him like he was a child, he wasn’t going to encourage it.

The bush beside him rustled and he immediately drew his sword before recognizing the massive figure. “Gramps…? What are you doing here?”

“The others have been searching for you,” Fierce explained, his gaze somehow more piercing than normal. His face was soft, expressive, his white hair fluffy and thick. His armor had embellishments and embroidery sewn within it, with a sailcloth tied around his waist. So Sky was wearing the mask this time.

Wind almost rolled his eyes, but he held himself back. He loved Grandpa Fierce, but Sky was going to wreck himself if he kept donning the mask like this before they’d figured out a way to minimize the damage.

“I’m okay,” Wind reassured him, trying to stand and yelping in pain. The tears stung at his eyes again, and he hastily looked away.

The Fierce Deity paused a moment and then crouched down to kneel beside the sailor, making them almost eye level. “You cannot walk like this.”

Wind knew where this was going. He’d seen it happen with some of the others. “No, I got this, I’m just as capable of pulling my weight as all the others!”

Fierce blinked, apparently confused. The one good thing about Sky wearing the mask was that it made him easier to read. “I did not say you were incapable. You have an injury to your knee; that limits your mobility.”

“You just think I can’t handle it,” Wind protested, and he hated how mopey it sounded. He crossed his arms stubbornly anyway.

“Zephyr. I never once said you were incompetent.”

“But the others think it!” Wind burst out. “Maybe not incompetent but— I can see it, they don’t think I can keep up, they don’t listen! They think I’m just a kid!”

Fierce blinked. “You’re all children.”

Wind opened his mouth to argue and found he didn’t have the words. It wasn’t as if he could tell a freaking ageless war god otherwise.

“That doesn’t make you any less competent,” Fierce continued. “And if it is simply the number of years that are your concern, then you should know that Link was even younger than you when we met, and he already had one quest completed by then.”

Wind gaped. “He what? That bilge rat—he was even younger than me and he still—when I get that picaroon I’m gonna—HEY!”

Wind shrieked in both pain and protest when Fierce scooped him into his arms with ease.

“I do not judge abilities to fight by age, but by skill,” Fierce said calmly. “But that does not change the fact that you are injured.”

Wiping a tear off Wind’s face (when had he started crying?? It had to have been the jostling, his knee was on fire), the cursed deity added, “And there is no shame in hurting. A wound is a wound, little hurricane. We all hurt the same, no matter the age.”

Wind shuddered into the deity’s hold, trying to hide his face in the armor. “You hurt too?”

Fierce’s voice was soft, quiet, almost as if he were muttering to himself. “More than you know.”

Oughhh…. The guys……

[ironverseocs]

OC Bingo for @nixdragon​

A Red Sky’s Warning, inspired by this drabble.

Forever Taglist: @arrthurpendragon​ @foxesandmagic​ @ocappreciationtag​ @ochub​ - dm or send me an ask if you’d like to be added. :)

[luimagines]

*runs in* PINKY!! ok so take your time...you don't have to answer this right away! BUT I was reading your Eldritch S/O thing and.....let me just say :)) 1.) expect some drawings! And 2.) I was reading Sky's part and......you may have inspired me to make some lore because oh my goodness! His s/o making Time and Warriors get flashbacks (I'm assuming based on how you described them, that they looked like fierce deity) is *chefs kiss* incredible!! I can't stop thinking about this!! Again you don't have to answer this right away!! Take your time :D

Oh my goodness!!! Yes please!!!

Send it in when you get to it! Or tag me!! Which ever is easier for you! XD

I can't wait!! I had fun with that one a lot!!

I can't wait to pick up on the lore you've thought of. I vaguely remember what I did for Sky's but I know that stemmed from a different headcanon that had me in a choke hold at the time. But I managed to put that somewhere else. :D

[illegiblehandwriting1]

oh yeah btw this is The Only Thing i have had the time to write so i really need to get back into the swing of things! take some fd!sky food. take it. have it. here you go.

[eddysocs]

Introducing: Marley Jameson

Fandom: Big Sky

Face Claim: Katherine Barrell

Full Name: Marley Anne Jameson

Age: 28

Myers Briggs Type: ENTP

Hogwarts House: Ravenclaw

Love Interest: Beau Arlen

Occupation: Police Officer

Collections: Cowboy Boots

Style/Clothing: She loves the typical cowgirl look. Jeans and button downs with one of her many pairs of cowboy boots make up her normal everyday style.

Signature Quote: "Life is just one curve ball after another. Some you just happen to hit. It’s the ones you miss that really get you."

Plot Summary: Just having come back from a mandatory vacation after a case hit too close to home, Marley isn’t quite back to her usual self. She’s due back to work the day after she returns home to Helena, but a stop at the bar is all too alluring. A couple of drinks in her and she’s flirting with a handsome and really nice smelling stranger. And she thinks he’s flirting back. He offers to take her home, and she makes a move. The following morning, she watches him dress and leave. She’s hungover, but otherwise ready to return to work, but she’s in for a shocker when she sees the same man. Turns out he’s the new interim sheriff.

Forever Tag: @arrthurpendragon, @borg-queer, @foxesandmagic, @connietheecunning, @chickensarentcheap

[three-bunnies-in-a-trenchcoat]

Febuwhump idea?

So if I’m looking at the right list day one is touchstarved, right?

I tried writing a fic a while back but I’m pretty bad at writing touchstarved characters but. I wanted to play with the idea that Wild’s touch starved. I mean, he wakes up after 100 years, goes on a solo quest, does what he needs to do, and then…what? Dude may not even know what a hug is. It’s tragic :(

That’s more a concept than a proper idea but. Thought I’d throw an old thought at you! :D

hm.... yeah, that would work waaaaaay better than what I had in mind (somehow I didn't even THINK of wild??? dunno he just knows so many people the idea he was touchstarved never even crossed my mind)

[sarkysphotoblog]