#hylia/fd

[pastelsandpining]

CONGRATS ON 400!!! do with this what you will 😈

"Do you think I care for you so little that betraying me would make a difference?"

you did this to yourself beloved <3

thank you for the request!! and thank you to my beta @ladyhoneydee !!

warnings: blood, major character death, themes of guilt and grief

Masterlist | 400 Requests

traitor

The world burned.

Crimson and amber painted the sky, dappled the trees, traced every blade of grass that met the naked eye. Embers waltzed amongst spires of smoke, climbing higher and higher into the ashen air. He could remember the look of the world when he emerged; remembered that initial glimpse of cerulean blue through the crack in the surface, the sway of greenery in a gentle breeze, the way his chest expanded with his first greedy breath of fresh air. It had burned in his lungs then, stung his eyes to tears, but he couldn’t get enough. Now, the earth looked nothing like those memories. His own hand had set everything ablaze.

And just there, in the midst of the crumbling architecture—mortal talent, wasted—and charred ground, laid this world’s protector. It was she who kept the earth alive; whose breath made the tide of the oceans rise and sink; whose touch caused flowers to blossom and trees to sprout; whose song brought comfort and warmth, like a lullaby brings to a babe; whose heartbeat was the reason for the chase between the sun and the moon. Hylia, she was called, and she’d been the first to greet him when his King split the ground she walked on.

She’d been kind. She must not have known that creatures like him did not deserve kindness.

He did not know what compelled him to move. He could only guess that it was guilt driving his feet forward, one foot in front of the other, towards the crumpled figure. He moved with an urgency that did not belong; he’d known that this was going to happen. He’d known that the outcome meant she was going to be hurt. Demise was not merciful to those that he loathed, and Hylia, in all of her goodness and power, was what he hated most. Yet nothing could have prepared him for the sight that awaited. 

Her once white dress was stained with golden ichor. She was nearly unmoving, curled into herself in a last attempt to conserve energy. Her skin was pale, as if all the color had been drained from it, and her golden hair was in tangles and knots sprawled over the sooty ground. Still, the sight of her was so beautiful that it took his breath away. 

He knelt by her side, his arms gentle and careful as he cradled her body between them. 

“Hylia,” he murmured; speaking her language had always felt off on his tongue. “My goddess…”

She turned her head. Despite it all, her lips curved into a comforting smile. One of her hands lifted and pressed to his cheek. Her fingers slipped in the ichor; it was warm and smooth. He was not accustomed to many emotions, but he understood those that hit him so suddenly, right then and there, to be grief and utter guilt. The heart that she’d unearthed from the depths of his chest wrenched. 

“I’m so sorry,” he told her, dropping his head to hers. Her breathing sounded as ragged as it felt. “I’m so sorry.”

“You were not the one to strike me,” Hylia spoke. Her voice was barely audible over the roaring of the wind. 

“Don’t,” he begged, clutching the fabric of her dress. He’d always thought white was too bright of a color; now, he would give anything to see it pure again. “Don’t. I led him to you. I do not deserve your kindness.”

“My love, do you think I care for you so little that betraying me would make a difference?”

And it hurt. It was agony, the way his chest ached and hands began to shake. He did not think it was possible that someone could be so good, good enough to forgive him for his sins. He’d led the Demon King to her, knowing what he would do, because it was what he’d been created for. He’d hated himself for it upon meeting her and had loathed his existence ever since. He held her tighter, one hand lifting to hold the slipping hand of hers against his face, and a new warmth ran over his skin: tears. “I..” But he could not even say that he loved her. Would it mean anything if he did? After all he’d done? He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to bid the evidence of his sorrow to stay beyond the floodgates, but nothing could stop them now. He’d done this to her. Demise would always know where she was, because wherever she went, his obedient servant would follow.

“I know.”

“I will kill him myself,” he swore, but Hylia’s sad smile suggested it meant very little. “He will get to you first,” she told him. They both knew it. He swallowed. 

“I deserve what comes to me.”

She looked at him now with something different. Pity. Like what he’d said had somehow hurt her, too. She was too good to agree with him, even if they should both call it true.

“You are not what Demise made you to be,” she murmured, and her hand moved to rake through his hair. The gesture was comforting, once upon a time. Now, it felt like he was being set aflame. Maybe he was. 

“I killed you,” he said weakly. Her smile became something wry.

“Gods do not die,” she told him, and he tried his hardest to convince himself that it was true. Gods did not die, but those like him were sent back to the depths of hell over and over again, and he wished nothing more than for her to serve him that fate on a rancid platter. He did not deserve to be anywhere else, or have death reach out to him kindly. He was born to be and would die a traitor; he only longed for it to be by her hands. It was fitting.

The sky was dark when Hylia fell still. Maybe she would recover in time; maybe what she had said was true: gods could not be killed.

But he laid her body with the flowers and decided he would find out for himself whether or not a god could die.

He would begin with the Demon King himself.

[summertimemusician]

Linktober Day 9

Deity

*sneezes after downing coffee* Well irl stuff got in the way so I'm way behind my original schedule for these and for Linktober but here we go with another arguably short one, fuelled purely by self indulgence, headcanons, spite against my linguist essays that kept me from keeping to schedule, severe sleep deprivation, a shout out to the Ender Lilies soundtrack and Majora's Mask soundtrack, and Nintendo for not clarifying anything about the lore so I'm snatching what I can and making it my own lol. Look, when you fíxate so much on details the Zelda team doesn't elaborate on you have to fill in the gaps with what you can.

As always can be read as romantic or platonic, technically in a LU context but not explicitly in it by itself.

The Lord of the Mountain liked hearing people sing.

In a way, it wasn’t a surprise, Hylia and the Golden Three each had their ballads and symphonies and minuets, each splendid and with cuts of their divinity in it, Farore was fond of lightning and forest alive minuets, and you could swear Farosh sparked just a bit brighter when one would him the beginnings of the Minuet of the Forest near their spring, Din was fond of boleros, fiery and alive and howling with the echo of flame touching earth that made a shine run through Dinraal’s scales, Nayru, in contrast, was much fonder of blizzard and river quiet serenades, the songs of contemplation at first snow ringing clear when Naydra curled around it’s spring, content to be free of Malice.

And of course Hylia had her ballads and lullabies, perfectly fitting to her display of divinity, of honey days and vast bird like wings, of ambered summers to come and to pass and dazzling solar storms of starlight and sunlight sparking through the human form of her descendants and heroes. So in a way, you weren’t surprised at all that the Lord of the Mountain – Satori, with a familiar touch of londsleite divinity, the hunt of the woodland beasts and diamondscar adoration for the Hero of the Wilds, similar in glory to the Light Spirits petrichor and vermeil fondness for the Hero of the Twilight – liked to listen to people sing. What you were surprised was how it attempted to follow along, it’s head across your lap the second you sat down in the clearing, a gentle hum on back of it’s throat, an owl’s cry and a cicada’s humming and faintly, chirring purring as presses it’s faces into your hands, a gentle request for petting.

It was adorable, even with the faint notes of the chill of clear spring water on winter and the livewire feeling of magic, like holding your hand too close to a flame but not quite touching it.

A low chuckle brushes against the back of your mind, a feeling like biting on ice, the prowl of a wild beast and the build up of lightning and light used to create his blade, the amused affection of a warrior reconvening with their brother in arms, you think you see the bone ivory of the Deity’s hair on the side of your vision, though you know he’s not physically there, ‘He likes you.’

You hum, gently patting behind it’s ears, pushing through the chill, gracefully not mentioning the burning with a smile at the mythic being’s faint chirring, birdsong and the wind through cherry blossoms that sparkle like rose quartz, “Well I quite like him too, I can see where it’s gentleness comes from.”

The ghost of a touch over your hair, the caress of lightning striking over your skin and the hair on the back of your neck pricking up and the crisp cold of winter, the chill of the ending and the flame of a new dawn, of new days, the phantom of magnolias and spring water on your tongue. The fragrance of pine, daffodils and blood soaked lilies on ashen fields on your senses, gentle and careful, marking but not claiming, ‘Only because it’s you, beloved. It’s not something easily given.’

You sigh, shakily composing yourself, you let yourself relax into the phantom sensation. Of hopes and dreams and healed suffering, of the divinity of hunt turned into protection and lightning given form, of tangled timelines and crystalized memories, “I know. It does not change my opinion, either way.”

To be the subject of a god’s care and regard was dangerous, after all. For the human and the deity in question, you know the stories from your world well, of the effects of Hylia on First and Sky, of Twilight and the personification of the Twilight Realm and the spirits of his land, of Wild and clawing from death’s embrace into that of the wilderness.

Knew how the fact the Fierce Deity’s mere proximity causing pain on those who changed him into hunting for hunt’s sake into protection for the sake of someone else cut deeper than even the ever encroaching entropy all beings must one day face. It was no wonder the Song of Healing was his creation, to want to ease the burden.

You gladly grant him some peace, in turn, even if it wasn’t much. It’s the least you can do, for always having his ways of watching over your heroes.

“Join me? We can make a duet.”

You feel more than see him shift, ephemeral, fleeting, gentle against the edges of your existence, as foreign to Hyrule as your own, sparking over your spine as you feel ozone and rust on your teeth. Satori is humming again to match the rumble of thunder in the man’s voice, the heralding of songs of war and elegies for the dead, ‘Of course, though I’m afraid I do not know many songs, besides…’

“It’s alright,”, you smile faintly, there’s a white ocarina in his hands, as he leans, a spectre against your side, “I’ll teach you some of my own, though you’ll have to forgive me if I don’t remember all the lyrics.”

‘It would be my honor to learn.’

You think he smiles, from the fluttering of something ancient and long forgotten against your side.

You sing to Satori and the Chain, a small respite of familiar and forgotten tunes, the Lord of the Mountain hums along. The Fierce Deity’s song cutting through any nightmares that may ail your heroes for another night.

When the dawn of a new day comes, the feeling of divinity against your skin feels just a bit more obvious, sinking into every crack of your being like a shroud, falling over your boys like a veil, reflecting the breath of eternity over Hyrule.

(First gives you a look that’s half exasperation, half understanding. Sky pointedly sticks to your side as Time looks you over, markings deep with vibrant color. You shrug with a helpless smile as you feel the lightest brushes of Hylia’s fond days of gold and starlit summers days against the Lord of the Mountains warm, luminous affection and the Fierce Deity’s smug, but content lonsdaleite smile.)

[lolabearwrites]

Hylia

[trixstriforce]

NEED a loz concept where for some reason or another there is like FIVE zeldas at once like the ultimate divine loophole shit like princess zelda heiress to the throne, tetra the bastard orphan raised by pirates, sheik the half sheikah trans prince in hiding, the light dragon an ancient sage of royal blood who sacrificed herself to thawrt the big bad, hylia reborn the reincarnation of a goddess through divine heritage has a pretty big claim to the throne, and zelda I an ancient princess cursed to sleep forevermore until her fated hero finds her deep w/in the woods...just imagine

[sciencelings-arts]

“He asked for no pickles”

aka my entry for @rottencandyapp1es DTIYS

aka the reason I was looking for to redesign these aqua sword wielding war gods

[mekatrio]

its so funny how a spin-off tingle game came up with better fierce deity lore than like 90% of zelda fans

[mushr0oms-and-m0ss]

He's okay dw

[three-bunnies-in-a-trenchcoat]

"I'm doing worldbuilding," I say, actually just coming up with curses and swears.

[kheprriverse]

Goddess Majora, Embodiment of Chaos. Also just a really large bug.

Below the cut is some lore + a little bit of me rambling about Majora’s design (and then a little more ab hylia)

Some Majora Lore

Not created by the golden goddesses but instead came to be from Hylia and Demise’s growing conflict with one another. After attempting to take Hylia down herself, Majora was then sealed away underneath the canyons of Ikana.

She would, later on at least, be reawakened by a still-mortal Ko’jin as Hylia’s seal began to weaken. She fled deeper into Ikana’s canyons and disguised herself as one of its people. Coincidentally, Ikana’s missing queen reunited with her people around the same time.

Ko’jin is chosen by Golden Goddess Farore to be her opposition.

Design thoughts

Some changes from her previous post, a more simple design so I can draw her more often. I really like her new wing patterns, mimicking phoenix (or peacock) feathers as a couple other deities do as well. She’s just a bit more obvious about it.

A lot of the deities, spirits, and other characters that answer under Hylia (or are allied with her) have diamonds in their designs as an homage to her as a common theme (FD’s dragon whiskers as an example). Majora just straight takes the pheonix feathers and runs with it. No diamonds on this damn bug, just pure imitation.

On that note, though, it makes me kinda wanna redesign her antennae to go further. But we’ll see how I feel when I start drawing her more.

[l3ominor]

It’s “appreciate yourself” hours! Pick five pieces of art that you’ve done that you love and talk about them! ❤️❤️❤️

HFHDHHF :DDDDDD YEEEE ART RAMBLE TIME! (Most of this is recent stuff for Recalled and all but ye)

My first two are my designs for Hylia and the Fierce Deity! I don't think I've posted them here before, but I'm super happy with how they both turned out!

For the Fierce Deity, I personally describe him as being the Hero's Spirit, and so whoever puts on the mask gains the knowledge, skills, and strength of the heros who came before! (Each person has a different FD appearance that I've been working on designing, but the one here is just the general base for FD)

For Hylia, I wanted to sort of dip into that Biblically accurate Angel look, making her seem more otherworldly and elegant. I also wanted to add on a bit more color to her, so I tried to give her a sort of pearly sheen.

Next is a little doodle I did of Captain and Twilight just chilling! I was practicing my more realistic style, and I figured I should be nice to them for once XD

I also just really like that Twilight has wolf ears on his hood. It amuses me to no end XD

Next I have a page from a comic that I'm working on, called Blind Faith, Blind Rage, which is a comic I'm doing about the First Hero, and one of his encounters with Ghirahim (in which Hero gets royally beat up)

This page in particular I'm very proud of, just because backgrounds yeeeee

And finally, I have the portrait I did of Malon a few months ago!

I'm still absolutely in love with how she turned out, with all the colors and bdhdjfhhfjs she pretty! I had so much fun drawing and coloring her, that it didn't feel like it took 2 hours XD

But ye! Thank you so much for the ask, and thank you for letting me ramble a bit! (I'm always happy to share art and ramble for hours hfhdjhf)

[quiteliterallyilliterate]

Could you write a yandere FD where reader finds his mask and accidentally frees him? I find the idea of him stalking reader after his freedom and reader being helpless to get help due to what he is.

Order up!

There really isn’t enough FD stuff (that isn’t smut) ((but also in general)) So here you go!

Edit: Part 2

tw: yandere, murder, slaughter of animals, blood/gore

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝

The deity despised what he had come to. A being of such pure power, capable of ripping Termina away from Hyrule thread by thread, was now bound to not much more than a piece of wood. The feeble fears of incapable gods now made a mockery of who and what he was. His prison was bleached and painted with the same war patterns that defined his godliness with the eyes empty for its wearer. Two blank spots —weak spots— in the mask. For when they bound his form to such fragility, there was something of a loophole left behind. The hallowed eyes allowed the wearer to see, and believe they had some control over their actions as his consciousness began to muddle with their own. You see, within the mask there were no holes allowing them —the wearer— to breathe. Because while they wore the mask, likeness of his own face, they didn’t realise the rotting wood begin to mingle with their skin. None of them did. Too hungry for more of the power he could provide and blood he could spill they hardly realized what they were becoming. The paint was always the first to merge with the new wearer, the pigments staining the skin as a faint, ever fading —but never truly gone— reminder of what he was. The hair came next. Silvery white strands mixing with their own around their fringe, framing their face, much similar to his own now. Last was the eyes. Not many kept the mask long enough to ever really hand themselves fully over to him, but his conscience would continue to invade nonetheless. No one held the power to hold him captive in their minds, so a corpse they were rendered. Their eyes would lose their iris, and as the wearer weakened, their eyes would become vast pools of stark white. He heard in the travelers’ wisdom that eyes were the doorway to the soul. Perhaps that was why the eyes were the last part of a person he was bled into. His final act to them was conquering their souls. Where once, double helix sword in hand, he would have slain any thing —living or otherwise— where once he could’ve conquered anything, now he was left to the slow trickle of energy from collected souls.

He’s first made aware of you by your gentle touch. You fingers cup the edge of his face —what was of it now anyway— and attempt to make sense of who it was you were looking at. Perhaps is was they no longer worshipped him in Termina. Centuries could slip by him in this form and he’d not know better. Hand in hand with that, the paint on his mask could very well be greyed and chipped beyond recognition. Immortality was always more faulty than the mortals made it seem. While boredom could be sated with bloodshed and war, it was aging that couldn’t be so simply ignored. Despite the fact his consciousness was as it was from the second he was bound into what he was, it didn’t stop the wood from rotting nor the paint from chipping and fading. Much he was like the warrior constellations in the sky. While consistent across the birth and death of many civilizations, slowly he died with them. Not in the final splatter of blood like the matter of mortality, but it was death in all the way that matters. Perhaps Hylia proved that you can kill a god. Sure, she may have ‘killed’ demise, but cyclically, he was still her tormentor. With Fierce, his form was weak. Too weak to hold him further. Much like the mortals who believed they could shoulder the weight, this form would too crack and rot beneath the earth. His point still stood that in spite of every possible factor that your serenity shouldn’t have met with his ruthlessness, you’d defied fate nonetheless.

By your grace he loved to watch you. Mounted on the fireplace, he could see everything in your tiny cabin. He could watch you cook food for yourself, sing as you cleaned the dishes afterward, and especially the fact you often would fall asleep on the couch meant he could spend even longer admiring the curves of your face. You were incomparably precious to the world. He remembers the days of his youth in divinity, freshly given his purpose. He’d killed many in those days, like an executioner who’s axe discriminated against none. The worship he once had, the temples he’d once been graced with, the concubines left for him… Perhaps he wanted more than to watch you. Being so close to what he wanted, truly wanted, made him antsy. And you’d live through life like you’d not known better. You’d talk to people where he couldn’t monitor to keep you safe, you’d leave the protection he offered. He’d long for you while you sat just out of reach, tempting him to try something. And so he did. It seems years of rot made the wood fragile.

You were honestly quite disappointed the mask had broke. The wood was splintered across the floor, and with how old it was, it really wasn’t worth saving. Still, you collected the bits from across the floor and kept moving. The forest was still and quiet as you traveled, the wind would whistle in the trees and a murder of crows crowded around you. Unfortunately, you had no bread or shinies to spare aside from a small green rupee, which they normally would’ve cawed and kicked around. Instead, their beady eyes watched you, huddled high in the trees as you waded through the forest. You could feel their eyes on you the whole way past.

The dead animals on your doorstep are not only mildly concerning, given their split open ribs, but incredibly creepy the longer it goes on. Clearly whoever was doing this was stubbornly persistent given their notes in a not very decipherable language. At first they left you a crow, the day they watched you. It had a small ring in its leg you didn’t bother to touch. The next was a badger, followed by fox, then an elk. Now, it was entirely beyond you who’d collect that many animals carcasses —you’d doubted they were hunted, given the large lacerations across their torsos— but it wasn’t much flattering. It wasn’t until you’d caved and cooked one of the elks and they’d kept giving you more that you’d considered they were trying to feed you. Sweet as that was, no one person had a use for that much elk. No one person could hunt that much elk. No person would see it right to draw a sigil in blood on the back wall of someone’s house in elk blood. No one person would help you.

You were still beautiful as you slept. He was glad now you were his spouse, though it did take you a while to get used to his courting. It was for the best though, you were well fed and protected now, more than any mortal man could hope to provide you with. He did enjoy killing all your other suitors. That tradition was always entertaining.

[smilesrobotlover]

Now I must know

What are your headcanons on how first became the FD

IM SO GLAD YOU ASKED ANON HEHEHEHEH

ok so. After the battle between Hylia and Demise, she decided to bring her people, the Hylians, up to the sky to keep them away from Demise’s wrath. He was sealed away but he was still on the surface where he could harm her people. The Sheikah stayed behind to watch over the seal and were blessed with protection from Hylia, and then skyloft was formed. However, any Hylian that was left behind on the surface were… let’s just say they did not have a good time. Unfortunately, First was one of the Hylians. Now he was dead, so ofc he didn’t go to the sky with the rest of the Hylians. But being on the surface instead of in the sky did something to his spirit. Instead of being taken to the sacred realm where he could rest, he was taken to a strange world. A world that was not touched by any of the golden goddesses. A world that was littered with demons and deities fighting for power. Termina. With his spirit taken to Termina, he was turned into the fierce deity due to magical bs powers. But he doesn’t remember anything. He doesn’t remember Hylia, his friends, or his past. I kinda wanna write a fic about fierce slowly learning about who he was in the beginning while fighting demons threatening the mortals of Termina (this is what got him the name Fierce Deity. He was a powerful fighter but was benevolent, so he wasn’t considered a demon to most people). The thing is, Fierce is too different from First. The core beliefs of protecting others isn’t gone, but the personality has changed. Fierce changed. But he does remember Hylia and the comfort she brought him.

I’m just gonna ramble about my Termina lore lol. Termina is a very stagnant place, very empty, and noticeably darker than Hyrule. Since so many demons and deities fought for power, a lot of sages in Termina used their magic to seal each deity and demon into masks. They couldn’t be destroyed, but they could be restrained. There’s superstition with masks since it’s believed that when you put on a mask, that deity or demon’s power is able to break free. The only way to ultimately free the demon from the mask is to destroy it. Luckily, the dangerous masks are hidden away, so most masks are harmless. Anyways, Majora was the most powerful demon and there was an ultimate battle between him and Fierce. In the end, Majora was sealed away, but because of Fierce’s power, he was sealed away as well since everyone feared his strange and neutral power. They didn’t know what he was capable of. The only deity that wasn’t sealed away was the mysterious Goddess of Time, and that’s cuz she never showed herself physically. She’s the ONLY deity that resides in Termina, but she’s not as powerful as the golden three (hence why she used to her time powers to draw in a hero from another world to save them from destruction if you catch my drift ;))

Now, I hinted at this in my fic with Fierce and Talon, but Fierce has grown bitter and hateful towards mortals. As First he was framed and imprisoned for years. As the FD, he was helpful and got sealed away. Mortals do not impress him in any way because they’re always selfish and unjust

But yeah, there’s a lot of lore surrounding my fierce and first haha XD I don’t care if I’m spoiling anything I’ve wanted to share this lore so bad. That’s why I’m stoked about playing MM so I can learn more about Termina more. To me, it CANT be another country in the world of Hyrule, I fully believe that it’s a parallel universe. But yeah.

TLDR; First’s spirit was taken and transformed into the Fierce Deity after he was left behind on the surface and taken to Termina since there was no godly influence to protect him. :)

[yourlocaltreesimp]

That which you live by

For the lovely @litrllyvoid

here’s your FD.

It’s kinda sad, but oh well

partially cannon to ACU 👀

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

You truly were something. An enigma. A shoot of in this tree of life not dissimilar to any other branch. And yet, you were original all the same.

Many years he’s watched this plane, many years he’s watched over the people of Termina. Something between apathy and adoration, he’d like to think. No god made to kill could truly care for their prey, and yet he protects the people of Termina just as much as he was intended to kill them. He was supposed to remain alone in this hell, bound to an unmoving and inanimate form for all of eternity. But small hands grasped at what remained of his being, a child who’s spirit seemed too old for his body, someone who’s already lived so many lifetimes. There was one other spirit that followed him, a hauntingly beautiful being of both destruction and protection all the same. Your face was smudged like charcoal, blocked out. How ironic, he thought, that the parts of himself he was missing he could find in you. In your strength and reliability as you guided this child of many lifetimes to the edge of his fate. And that was supposed to be it, in some cruel way. The child freed and the deity left alone again. It’s how it was supposed to be. That’s what he was expecting, at least. Hylia was cruel like that, to taunt him with freedom and care to snatch it away. But no. He followed the boy, and vowed to protect him in your absence. And the boy grew strong, the child you’d once treated like your son now grown. The deity followed as Link travelled onto his third journey to maintaining balance, now with others sharing his spirit. It was then that he looked back to you for guidance. And all he could bring himself to do now was protect them all. You fought so hard to protect the once young boy’s spirit, you’d have fought for them too.

But there’s a new addition to his group. One who shares your spirit and blinding light. One who fought tooth and nail in every battle to ensure the chain was safe. One who looked at him and his blank expression with such softness and understanding. He feels guilty, comparing them to you, wonderful you that he’s only lived to impress. But when he looks and sees your face, he can only help but wonder if that’s the face that was stolen from you upon your first meeting. Because only a face so beautiful could be yours.

[lolabearwrites]

I wrote a rough draft for a Pre SS Hylia x FD tragic romance story and I was *actually* able to write an ending umm-

[aikoiya]

LoZ Theory - Hylia = Amaterasu, But What Does That Mean?

Now, this theory is mostly just for fun, okay? So, keep that in mind when reading this.

Anyway, I'm sure that we've all realized to some degree that Hylia has some very obvious parallels to Amaterasu of Shintoist theology. At least, thematically speaking.

However, that brings into question as to who would take on the thematic roles of Tsukuyomi & Susano-o?

Interestingly, Hyrule itself doesn't really seem to have any gods of the moon & while wind & sky & even water gods have appeared throughout the games, the only one who you could feasibly refer to as a "storm god" really wasn't up to the same level as Hylia & I'd thus argue that he couldn't really be called a Susano-o parallel.

However, there was 1 divine entity that did appear in at least 1 game & had cameos in a couple of others. One that appears to bear some sort of connection to the moon.

The Fierce Deity. (Yes, he is actually, canonically, a Kishin, who are known for being compassionate protectors despite their viciousness in battle, however, I'm talking thematic roles here & therefore, he doesn't need to be a perfect representation of Tsukuyomi. At the same time, Hylia doesn't just parallel Amaterasu, but in some ways Danu, an Irish mother goddess, & even Christ to a degree. So, I don't understand why FD couldn't also have multiple influences.)

Not to mention, did you know that wolves, rabbits, & fairies all have some sort of connection to the moon? Like, I'm sure most of us know the wolf connection, but also there's the legend of the Jade Rabbit & I remember reading somewhere that the full moon was a portal to the realm of the fae. So, even in that respect, the Links still have some faint connections to the moon.

But if Hylia = Amaterasu & Fierce Deity = Tsukuyomi, then that still leaves Susano-o's Hyrulean mirror.

However, maybe we can figure this out by working through the game characters that Hylia & FD are most associated with, which are Zelda & Link.

And, as I'm guessing you're realizing, they too have a third: Ganondorf. And what seemingly divine entity is he most associated with?

The Bringer of Demise. Who happens to call down lightning in battle, as does Ganondorf. You could even make an argument about how his hatred could mirror the indiscriminant destructive power of a storm. Natural disasters, if you will.

Now, what I find interesting is what this implies about the 3 Hyrulean divinities in question. Because Susano-o had fallen from grace & been cursed into the body of a mortal for his misdeeds until he earned back his spot among the gods.

Is it possible that Demise had also been a true deity before committing some act that caused him to be cast out & become an... Akuma?

In fact, one of the things Susano-o did to get thrown out was that he destroyed his sister's crops. Specifically, it appears that he & Amaterasu both had 3 rice fields each, but whereas her fields were fertile, his were dry & barren, which in his jealousy, he destroyed her fields. (Which, itself, creates a bit of an interesting parallel between not just Susano-o's relationship with Amaterasu & Demise's with Hylia in SS, but also between the godly siblings & Ganondorf's relationship with just Hyrule, in-general. At least, if you trust WW Gdorf's words.)

One possible issue I see is a bit of discrepancy in the myths. In some depictions, it's Susano-o who kills Ōgetsuhime after his banishment, but in others, it's Tsukuyomi who kills Ukemochi. Which are simply 2 different names for the same goddess. Not only that, it was for the same reason. In order to serve them food, she produced it via some very unsanitary means, so they killed her for it.

As for Tsukuyomi, he seems to be regarded as an evil god, but at the same time, he only seems to appear in 2 myths. The myth of he & his siblings' birth & the myth of him killing Ukemochi.

Beyond that, personality wise, Tsukuyomi was described as cold & reserved, as well as having been noted to value things such as order, justice, & etiquette a great deal, to the point where it's said that he was willing to kill to maintain it despite murder not being condoned. In this way, he's seen as violent. Which could well fit with Fierce Deity, considering his portrayal as a Kishin with a few tweaks.

On the other hand, FD is referred to as a Kishin, which are inspired by the Buddhist Pāla or Protectors, a.k.a. Wrathful Gods. And though they are fearsome in battle & terrifying to behold, one of their core qualities is that they are compassionate, ultimately benevolent, & visit just vengeance upon those who wrong the innocent.

However, the only reason for Tsukuyomi being referred to as an evil god was his murder of Ukemochi. So, how does it change his character in a situation where the one to do so was instead his brother?

Are there other things he's done? It doesn't seem like it, which kinda paints Amaterasu in a not-so-great light considering how Susano-o does a lot more terrible things, yet later, she still forgives him.

Hell, remember he basically commits the exact same crime as Tsukuyomi. So, why is it that Susanoo gets a pass despite all the other shit he did, but Tsukuyomi doesn't despite technically having only 1 mess-up?

Is it because he hasn't apologized yet? Because he didn't get her some super powerful gift? Honestly, it makes me wonder what Amaterasu's reaction to Ukemochi's hostess skills & how she produced the food would've been.

Furthermore, either Tsukuyomi killed Ukemochi, Susano-o killed Ōgestuhime, or Tsukuyomi killed her, she revived, & then Susano-o killed her again later.

In the case of the last one, it brings to question why she hadn't learned her lesson? At that point, she only has herself to blame.

However, it's also possible that the story of night & day & Susano-o killing Ōgetsuhime could possibly be one in the same, just told from 2 different perspectives. Keep in mind that Susano-o was able to transform a woman into a comb even after being banished. It wouldn't be too farfetched to assume that he could transform himself as well. Hell, shouldn't taking on the visage of another person theoretically be much easier than literally turning another person into an inanimate object?

If I'm right, then the situation would unfold like this: Susano-o was banished, Ukemochi held a feast & invited Amaterasu, she couldn't come & sent Tsukuyomi instead, Susano-o heard of Ukemochi's grand feast, & took on his brother's appearance. Susanoo-o as Tsukuyomi asked Ukemochi to provide him with food, then upon seeing how she did so, he killed her before leaving, & that's when Tsukuyomi came upon the scene. However, this left Tsukuyomi to be blamed for her death because other partygoers witnessed the not-Tsukuyomi's crime, which resulted in Amaterasu & the real Tsukuyomi separating, thus creating day & night. (Not that this is actually what happened in myth, but it's just a thought.)

However, even if he did do it, if this was the only instance of Tsukuyomi behaving in such a manner, then it honestly seems very unfair to have him automatically slighted as evil.

Though, what I find interesting is that if my interpretation of the story were correct, then it'd somewhat create another parallel between Tsukuyomi & FD. The misconception that dark automatically means evil, which has led to both being demonized. In FD's case, pretty literally due to unfortunate translation association.

Sorry, I just found this possibility to be very freaking interesting.

LoZ Cultural Masterlist 1

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👀 Tell me about an up and coming wip please!

I mean, I've only really got the one that I'm actively working on (other than Febuwhump)

You know how Majora and the Fierce Deity were both sealed away from the world by a power greater than themselves? Well, this story focused on the idea that they are both under the same curse, so if one is freed, the other will be too.

Now, there are three iterations of the masks, one for every timeline. If you assign Legend as the Link of Triforce Heroes, he's got one of them, Time obviously has another, and Wild has the third (or does he?)

My story works on the premise that either mask can lend its power to a user, but there's some math involved. If the user has only very weak magic, then they will absorb the power of the mask over time in order to compensate for their lack of power. If they have equal power, it's a give and take, and if they have greater power, then there's no effect at all. (+ > -, + = +, ++ > +)

Time is the first, but because he overused the mask, he absorbed more power than he ought to have and it's sort of overwritten his natural born magic, hence why his appearance is changed.

Wild's mask has only a boosted attack, but it's very weak, almost like there's no spirit inside anymore, so he doesn't face many effects.

Now, you probably saw this coming, but yes, Legend's also going to use the mask. Except I gave it a twist! As Hylia's descendant, Legend's actually got ample power himself, his issue is that when he saved Koholint, it was his soul in the dream and not his body, so when he was returned to his physical form, the Windfish didn't properly bind his soul to his body. So, while he's not super affected physically, he is magically, because there's a disconnect that stops him accessing his own magical core. He has power, he just can't use it in his body. However, the FD mask latches onto your magical core in order to shift your body to match the deity's form more, so by using it, Legend can gain a body that can easily use his natural given magic. But, since wearing the FD mask basically just allows Legend free access to his own power, he's not actually drawing much if at all from FD, and thus not absorbing the magic of the deity.

The story is basically that Legend doesn't explain this to the others, and those who know anything about the mask come to think of it as a risk that Legend is taking far too liberally (Time is their proof). Our beloved captain, whose not quite himself for reasons, ends up destroying the mask, which leads to the release of the god and the demon, and the heroes have to scramble to fix the problem.

So yeah! That's my current big project right now!