#hyrule warriors zelda

[artsy-moonwalker]

link series pt 11

Hyrule Warriors (Linkle)

[jeldacat]

A heartwarming gift 💝

Merry Christmas everyone! ❤️💚

In the words of Dorill the goron, have yourself a merry ol’ time!

[dark-angel-of-muses]

Yet again more wing stuff, Artemis The Peregrine Falcon! The fastest member of the animal kingdom with a dive of 320 kph! Definitely the hardest Zelda design to work with, Team Ninja gave her a lot of detail and I tried to keep most of it while still giving her the @breannasfluff WB clothes type and room to show off her wings.

[ladye-zelda]

Welp now it's time for my tablet to die lol

@adrift-in-thyme had requested I draw Hyrule Warriors Zelda, and since @silvercaptain24 introduced me to EPIC Saga and therefore Warrior of the Mind... Well there might be a bit more to this WIP later on if I ever to get to it XD

Actually pretty happy with myself with this one for once (despite the hand being wonky and difficult). Still learning how to do shadows n' stuff, so if it doesn't look accurate oops 😅 (and depending what the final thing would be the shadows might not even be there; idk I don't do art lol) Also it's a bit of a redesign, though I am not good at redesigning anything (I just thought her official armor looked... unprotective?) so it may look like someone else's redesign, though I'm not sure

Anyways take this now before I look at it too deeply because I now notice my mistakes curse my right-handedness and the weird way I draw...

[skyloftian-nutcase]

UGH FINE I'm hesitantly excited so here, have the first chapter of Golden Mercy until I've figured out what to do with the rest of it

The Legend of Zelda: Golden Mercy

Hyrule Field lay in ruins.

Battle after battle had scarred the land, taking what was once beautiful and marring it into unrecognizable disorder. Trees were uprooted, earth scorched, statues and fountains and gardens fallen and dead and overgrown with what few weeds could feed off the carnage. Banners were torn, stone overturned, and debris from fallen warriors littered the field. The earth was torn with lacerations of great magnitude, scars of injuries from a war that had just finished unfolding.

The entrance to Castle Town was filled with people. Despite the large crowds, the air was silent, suffocated in the darkness of night. Grief weighed down like a sodden blanket, pushing on the hearts of everyone there, held at bay by candles in their hands, their little flames illuminating exhausted faces.

At the front of the group of mourners was a woman in a red gown, mostly hidden away in a black cloak. Her blonde hair and golden crown were hidden beneath the dark hood, eyes focused on her candle as its wick gave life to her burning grief. To her left was another woman, to her right a man, both dressed in somber cloaks that hid richer attire underneath.

The woman on the left stepped forward alongside the crowned woman. The princess led the ritual, holding her candle high above her, and everyone followed suit. The woman to her left twirled a hand, magic casting it aglow, and the candles all started to float out of their bearers’ hands, drifting into the sky.

The princess turned to face the crowd. “Tonight, we remember their sacrifice. Tonight, we honor those who fell to save Hyrule.”

Her gaze drifted to the man who had been beside her, and she added, “Tonight, we celebrate our victory with them.”

The Hero of Hyrule watched her, holding her gaze for a moment before his eyes dipped down to the ground.

Zelda felt her own gaze drift away as well. She watched her subjects, her soldiers, her people grieve. They looked to her for guidance.

They had to. Her father was dead. She was now the ruler of Hyrule.

What was left of it.

After a year of fighting Cia, they had finally destroyed her. It had taken everything they’d had, including the Master Sword and Triforce. But they had prevailed, as destiny always dictated. If Zelda could rely on anything, she could rely on the story woven throughout history, inscribed in the golden ink of the goddesses themselves.

In the end, they always won.

But at what cost? Her kingdom lay in ruins, nobles squabbling for power, commoners scrambling for resources, soldiers looking for closure.

This was her fault. She had premonitions that something terrible would happen. When it all fell apart, she had hidden.

It’s over, she reminded herself. Cia is dead. It’s time to rebuild.

Zelda’s eyes returned to the Hero of Hyrule once more. Yes. Rebuild. They had a destiny to fulfill. Lana knew it to be true. It was why she kept watching them, it was why she refused to stay once the war was over.

Link was Zelda’s. And he always would be. Together, they had to rebuild what Cia had destroyed.

As soon as the ceremony was done, Lana disappeared with little more than a goodbye, leaving both Zelda and Link a little hurt and saddened. They’d fought and bled alongside each other for a year, yet Zelda had a feeling she would never see Lana again.

Perhaps it was for the best.

Looking up, Zelda watched the enchanted candles continue to fly away into the night sky. She said a prayer for the fallen, a prayer for her father, a prayer for her people, and a prayer for herself. Then she turned and headed for the castle, people following her silently. She would come to power on a throne of bones and brokenness, ascending to rule a kingdom that could barely even be called so. But her people followed her nonetheless.

The crowds meandered towards the throne room while Zelda was allowed to take a detour. They could wait. She wandered the cavernous halls instead, memories of a warm childhood washed away by the cold, pale light of the moon cascading over the place like icy water that carried away any life with it. Chandeliers were halfway dismantled from the ceiling or outright shattered on the ground, royal family paintings half burnt or crooked from their places of honor.

Zelda paused before a large room of tapestries and paintings, her family history displayed before her. Centuries—millennia even—of descendants of Hylia stood before her, each having overcome their own trials. Some stood out notably, some had to take on the burden of destiny more than others. Princess Zelda, the Guardian of Time who guided the Hero of Time to save two different Hyrules, who created a new identity for herself as Sheik to keep herself and the Triforce safe while actively fighting evil. Princess Zelda, the Dawn’s Light who had given her life and soul to protect the Hero of Light and a princess of shadow. Princess Zelda, the Sacred Diplomat who had fought a war against Ganon and won, who had overcome everything and reunited Hyrule, who had sealed away pure evil and helped split his soul into shards to protect the world from ever enduring such destruction again.

Each of these princesses had faced evil incarnate and won. Yet here she was, unable to protect her people from a petty sorceress.

But you did, she reminded herself. The war is over.

The war was over.

Zelda strode towards the throne room, steeling herself for her new destiny, promising she would never let her people down again.

XXX

The cold of the desert held little comfort to it, but the night sky was usually a beautifully welcoming sight. When the constellations twinkled with more lights than possible, a tan-skinned woman squinted and watched as seeming stars floated in a large cluster higher and higher into the air.

Ah. The funeral.

“What is that?” someone asked.

The woman watched the sight, her freckled face somber and serene. She bowed her head in respect, braids spilling over her shoulders, and then said quietly, “The war is over. Hyrule is mourning their dead.”

“Is it really over?” another Gerudo questioned. “It’s been a year.”

“Well, there aren’t giant portals, so I’d say that’s a pretty big hint,” another one noted, sarcasm heavy in her tone.

“What difference does it make? It’s not as if it matters to us.”

“The monsters spiling out of portals mattered, genius.”

“Yes, and where was Hyrule’s army? Busy dealing with Hyrule’s own affairs. Nobody cared if monsters came into the desert.”

“They don’t care about the desert,” the woman interrupted. “And it’s better that way. They barely know of our existence anymore.”

“That happens when they wipe us out.”

“Lady Nabooru!”

The woman turned her attention away from the lights of the funeral, watching one of her warriors run her way. “What is it?”

“There’s—there’s something going on,” the warrior stammered to explain as the others looked at her as well. “A man has appeared in the desert.”

What? A man? What was this about? Had Hyrule sent someone out here to their forsaken land? Nabooru rose, grabbing her twin scimitars, and followed the warrior. She didn’t have to go far – they crossed a few dunes and found him by some ruins. He was staring at his hands, flexing them hesitantly, his face mostly hidden from view as red hair spilled over to hide it.

Red hair. Dark skin. Those clothes. This man… this man was a Gerudo.

Slowly, his gaze moved up to meet hers. The diadem on his head was immediately familiar to her. Nabooru’s eyes widened, her breath stolen away, the chill of the desert freezing her to her core.

Every Gerudo knew the story of Ganondorf. And Nabooru knew a dark power had been on the sorceress’ side in this war.

The man breathed slowly, measuredly, as if he were testing out his lungs, as if the gravity of the situation made him have to think about every breath he took. Then he stood, towering over all of them.

When he broke the silence, he asked, “Where is my daughter?”

[yandereunsolved]

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˗ˏˋ ༉‧₊˚. Which Zelda are you? 1-9 ༉‧₊˚. ´ˎ˗

[youngtwissler]

zelda wips bc im in love w her🤭

[rottencandyapp1es]

IT'S DONE 🎉

My entry for the DTIYS hosted by @itsyaboi-lehoe

[zelda-without-a-licence-plate]

Hyrule warriors Zelda official redesign! Full name Zelda Belloa Hyrule.

I know Hyrule Warriors isn’t a canon game, but honestly that’s what makes our rewrite of it so interesting to me. It’s both very different from the original and also kind of not that different, depending on if you’re looking at a surface or core level. We’ve made it a sort of sequel to Oot, inserting it in the child timeline between Oot and TP.

More info and thought processes on this design under the cut:

One of the things that is technically different but also sort of not really: Zelda is the main villain of the story!

Seriously, she‘s a genuinely awful person with hate in her heart. It does not matter what she destroys or who she hurts, it is all justified in her relentless quest for power. Yes she is very beautiful I know-- I did that on purpose. Traits commonly viewed as beautiful, such as thinness and fairness, are not indicators of goodness, just as traits commonly viewed as ugly are not indicators for badness. I wanted to use this common bias to further demonstrate Zelda’s deceptive nature. She is manipulative and dangerous. She is evil elf Barbie. 

I initially wanted to keep the main colour of her outfits pink, to go more in on that evil elf barbie vibe, but unfortunately making her whole dress pink made me have a severe allergic reaction and break out into hives, due to an instinct that has been deeply ingrained in me ever since I was but a wee bairn and got pissed off when in disney’s sleeping beauty the pink dress won out over the blue one even though the blue is objectively better. Nintendo needs to stop putting Zeldas in pink because blue is always objectively better especially for the blonde ones.

Her castle clothes are pretty much completely invented, but her armour is slightly more based off her canon design. Just barely, but there are some elements there. When actually going into battle, she would put her hair fully up.

Lemme tell you, this Zelda goes into battle a lot. There’s a whole section on our timeline called the age of war and it’s pretty much just her running around doing whatever she wants and totally trampling anyone to tries to stop her.

Will the heroes of the Hyrule Warriors rewrite be able to stop her bloodthirsty rampage? You’ll have to wait and see...

[emissary-of-the-moon]

I feel like Artemis would translate really well into nendoroid form

[daily-dose-of-dopamine]

Hmm 3

First part

Second part

Part the fourth

[literallink]

Literally just copy-pasted from a server, but I have a lot of feelings about Hyrule Warriors (and HW Link my beloved), so

I do not understand how people don't realize the amount of POTENTIAL that Hyrule Warriors has story-wise. "Well, ya see Link it's not canon!!" EXACTLY??? You can put some random shit in there for your fic and just use Cia or the literal timeline tomfoolery that caused multiple characters from different games and timelines to appear in HW as a reason?? Well, obviously don't ALWAYS use it as a reason, but with the amount of unsaid stories and left alone blanks you can make anything happen in that game.

And hello?? Characters from multiple timelines and games??? How will they interact with each other? How will they interact with this obviously, very different Link and Zelda? Speaking of them, what's their full backstories? What happens to them after the War of Eras? Does the war even exist anymore? Does HW Link cease to exist as the soldier with the Hero's Spirit and just becomes some guy since HW isnt canon???

Hell even Linked Universe-wise, you have free reign! Make Ravio and Warriors throw some little quips and inside jokes at each other making Legend frustrated! Make Warriors off-handedly mention Midna and Marin! Make Agitha explain to Twilight that she doesn't use bottles to capture insects and the such anymore because of the whole Great Fairy mechanic where she literally puts Warriors in a BOTTLE. (Cough cough thats an actual fic cough cough)

The possibilities are endless goddamnit, Hyrule Warriors itself is like the official DEFINITION of FANSERVICE

[jeldacat]

Pumpkin carving with the Hyrule Warriors gang.

They’re a bit confused, but they’ve got the spirit.

🍂

[russeliarat]

Kinda on a remake spree of the whole Hyrule Warriors game - plot, designs, and all - just to pass the summer holidays. Ik it’s just a spin-off but it’s a really high quality game and it hurts that there’s so many plot holes in such a good game.

Anyway, here’s HW Zelda (or Athena for LU). Her original design is very pretty but as a woman who actively fights in a war, it just doesn’t really make sense in context. She has so little armour in strange places so mostly changed that. Also made her dress more free-flowing and Greek goddess-inspired. Kept her colour palette mostly apart from the hair to break up the light colours of the design.

[ladye-zelda]

Finally finished! Not great I know (I only use one brush lol) but I am happy how it turned out! The only details I added (other than the giant Nayru in the back) is fixing Zelda’s face and adding 2000’s Barbie makeup (lol)

[skyloftian-nutcase]

Well, y'all saw the Good Ganondorf part of the prompt, now it's time for Evil Zelda >:D

Have a snippet until I figure out what the heck I'm gonna do with this story.

This couldn’t be happening.

Zelda found herself standing before one of the many paintings of her ancestors. The Sacred Diplomat, one of her greatest predecessors, stood serenely, adorned in paint and silk, eyes closed with a gentle smile. The entire Triforce glowed on her hand, almost seeming to mock her.

She had fought a war and won. She had brought peace to her Hyrule. She had united all, despite the impossible circumstances. And she had done so with her Hero. She had married her Hero, had entwined their destinies in such a powerful bond that even evil itself shattered before them.

Yet here she was, crowned ruler only due to her own ineptitude leading to her father’s demise. Here she was, having only just gotten a shaky peace at the cost of so many, only to immediately lose it and her Hero. Here she was, responsible for resurrecting evil incarnate because she had suggested destroying the last seal holding him at bay.

Zelda felt cold dread coil around her, a fear squeezing her heart as if it were trapped in a vice grip. Her palms were sweating, and she balled her fists in determination. She would not go down this easily. She would not be the queen remembered for her failures.

Turning sharply on her heel, she marched along in the dark hallway, eyes alight with determination and cold rage.

XXX

By the grace of Hylia, they had found their target.

Zelda marched into the room, eyes cold as she glared at her enemy. Cia knelt on the ground, her hands bound behind her back, head bowed.

“She was in the Lost Woods,” Impa reported. “It seems most of her power has left her.”

“Most isn’t all,” Zelda reminded her general before returning her attention to the dark sorceress. She approached her slowly, channeling her own magic as she summoned her blade, pointing it at Cia’s neck. “I wonder how happy you are, knowing that Link is in peril? You never could seem to make up your mind if you wanted him dead or not.”

Cia flinched as cold steel met with her bare skin, though her eyes widened as she looked at the queen. “Link’s in danger?”

Zelda gritted her teeth, feeling fury surge through her. The energy it gave her drove her forward, and she pushed the blade closer, nearly knocking the sorceress onto her back. “Don’t you dare act like you care, you hag! You’re responsible for all of this!”

“Your Majesty—” Impa interjected, taking a hesitant step forward.

“Be silent,” Zelda hissed, not taking her eyes off her target. “You, witch, are going to help me. Use your magic to find Link.”