#guru-guru

[link-is-a-dork]

[n64retro]

"Go around, go around, go around..."

— Guru-Guru The Legend of Zelda: Majora's Mask (Nintendo EAD, 2000)

[spaceshiporion]

3 guesses who I'm animating.

[funkylittlebaldcharapoll]

FUNKY LITTLE BALD CHARACTER POLL ROUND 1, GROUP 1

two music lovers go toe to toe in a special concert to kick off the poll! who's FUNKIER? who's LITTLER? who's BALDER? whose performance will touch the hearts of the audience? also, should we be giving that guy some privacy? YOU DECIDE!

MELODY (Hunter x Hunter) vs GURU-GURU (Legend of Zelda)

Melody

Guru-Guru

show results!

Voting ended onMay 17, 2023

[srahviola]

I finally have a livestream link for my recital! You can find it here!

It's the week of the recital and I honestly could not be more excited to get to share this project with the world! I hope to see some of y'all in the live stream 😊

Also here's a couple bonus Links (feat. Guru-Guru, the Angry Windmill Guy) that I drew for the illustrations, haha!

[legend-of-confessions]

Submitted by @rockriled

[pocketseizure]

Bremen Mask

What he’d done when he left his old troupe hadn’t been a crime, exactly, but he wasn’t keen on lingering in the sight of the law. A soldier was stationed at each of the four gates facing the public squares, so he retreated to a corner of the laundry pool on the outskirts of town. He told anyone who asked that he set himself up here because people complained when he practiced at the inn, but that wasn’t precisely true. He’d been performing for as long as he could remember, and he no longer needed to practice.

He no longer needed to run, for that matter. He was probably the only person who knew the truth about what happened to the Bremen troupe – him, and the mask he carried with him. Animals didn’t live for very long, after all, and it was only natural that the lives of some animals were shorter than others.

That being said, he wasn’t keen on making his own life any shorter than necessary. The moon was falling, anyone could see that, so he was leaving town. Most sensible people had already left. The soldiers, however, remained at their posts. He overheard one of them sententiously remark that they considered it their duty to remain behind. They had sworn to protect the town, and they would not abandon it.

This was madness. If the falling moon was something that could be stopped, then they could try to stop it, but they did nothing but stand at their posts like statues while clutching their spears and staring at the sky with pale faces.

A part of him admired their resolve. He’d been on the road for so long that he no longer remembered what it felt like to stay in one place for more than a few days. No one he traveled with knew his real name, and sometimes he even forgot it himself. There were a number of memories he wished he could lose, which is perhaps why he passed the troupe leader’s mask to another traveler, relieving himself of his burden of guilt. For a brief moment he wondered what it would be like to be a soldier, valuing loyalty above your own safety and standing tall with a straight back as you faced the place where you belonged.

And then he fled, just as he always did, and put the cursed guards of this cursed town behind him.

( Also on AO3 )