#lu athena

[isasan347]

I’m actually quite proud of my latest drawings so I’ll post them all here

[the-chains-cafe]

Whizzer going down

[crazylittlejester]

Wars and Artemis in all their aroace-ness:

I JUST HURT MYSELF LAUGHING

i dont hc HW Zelda to be aroace but this is absolutely just how their dynamic is to me anyways. She’s a lesbian, he’s her good close friend who’s somewhere on the ace spectrum he doesn’t know he’s figuring shit out, he would absolutely help her move the couch upstairs 😭

this is incredible

[tetraswings]

my voice claim of the day is zelda hyrule warriors reese witherspoon (more specifically, her performance as elle woods)

[capricorn-the-goat]

Finale of the Chain trying to figure out the timeline (Zelda edition)

DUSK: sorry… no

CHAIN: H u h

LULLABY: the timeline is off limits to talk about. You can literally ask us about anything else, just… not the timeline.

LEGEND: they better have an AA in this hyrule

WIND: um… why is it off limits?

SUNNY: the timeline is just one of those topics that each reincarnation knows not to talk about or try to explain. All of us (*gestures to all the Zeldas*) have seen what happens to the timeline and… well… we just decided not to deal with it.

DUSK: believe us, you really don’t want to sit down and really talk about it. From the timeline split…

FABLE: to the fact that the Fallen Hero timeline shouldn’t exist with what we know…

DOT: and the constant and never ending contradictions…

SUNNY: we all just gave up on it a long time ago.

FLORA: in the hundred years I held off Ganon, I got a good look at the timeline, and… really came to regret it because I get migraines now every time I think about it.

ATHENA: Hylia almighty it’s so complicated.

TETRA: anything but the timeline.

TIME: … Alright, changing subjects. *to Lullaby* did you know what would happen when you sent me back?

LULLABY: kind of? I knew it wouldn’t exactly fix everything in the time that I lived in, but I trusted you to try and fix it for another version. And… I wasn’t exactly thinking clearly.

TIME: yeah it’s all right. Probably for the best that it happened anyway.

LEGEND: speak for yourself.

FOUR: isn’t there a basic way to explain everything?

DOT: *sigh* not really. From the contradictions and chronological issues to the fact that no map of Hyrule looks the same, all of us are just done with it at this point.

TWILIGHT: back up back up… what was that about hyrule changing?

DUSK:

DUSK: you-

DUSK: there are nine of you

DUSK: how did you never notice…?

CHAIN: ?

*zeldas converge*

*five minutes later the chain is looking at maps of all of their versions of Hyrule*

WARRIORS: let’s go find that AA meeting

TIME: what… how… how the fu-

LULLABY: yep.

TWILIGHT: it’s… what?

FLORA: apparently Hyrule has very active tectonic plates.

LEGEND: Why does nothing look the same?!?!

DUSK: We honestly have no idea. Our best guess… Ganon.

*five minutes of silence later*

WILD: *to Dot* oh, by the way, we’re your ancestors cats?

DOT: wh-

DOT: what the fu-?

[needfantasticstories]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

The Zeldas-meet arc sees some action! (It starts in Chapter 9 if you want to read this section on it's own and not the rest of the fic.) ---------------------------------------------------------------------

BIND (n):  

a trap or restriction

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They’d been hunting for hours. 

Perhaps. 

Her legs certainly felt so. 

Sun followed the faint wisps of rage across the featureless horizon, wondering if they could walk forever and never see another soul, lost here for eternity. She nursed her right arm, bloodied and bandaged in her sailcloth. 

The other Zeldas followed. 

Behind the group, a trail of ashes littered the water—remains of shadow chu chu, keese, and most recently a gang of shadow bokoblins. Athena had laughed as they faded, happy with the ease of the fight. She joked that at least they were on the right path with so many monsters harassing them, growing in strength and numbers. 

Sun was simply tired of being surprised. 

The bokoblins and their spiked clubs had been the only enemy to give them pause so far. She’d walked hesitantly ever since, and wondered why she felt pain and exhaustion but not hunger or thirst. It was an odd sensation, or rather the lack of one—a limb missing where you knew it should be, and trying to move it, but finding nothing there, as if it had never been.

She’d forgotten that sensation since her last visit. 

Athena and Dusk walked either side, hands loose on hilts. Captain Tetra and Echo chatted behind her. Judging by the chatter behind her, Tetra knew a boy named Link too, one who served on her pirate crew. Echo knew a Link who—by her account—made the very world spin on its axis. They’d both rescued one another, and had fought alongside each other to defeat multiple villains ever since. 

Sun felt a deep kinship with her. 

She closed her eyes, seeking that horrible sense of Darkness again. Only a few steps ahead, it grew thicker, tense in the air, and she paused and held perfectly still. The air chilled. For every monster before, she’d noticed only a slight wisp of wind, a small cooling in the air if anything, before they appeared. 

This was frigid. It stole warmth from the air. Her magic pulsed, threatened. 

Sun held up her good arm, signaling the others to ready their weapons. She could not help, so she reached inward for Hylia.

Light rose to her call. It filled her with gold warmth. A shield formed around her good arm, spiked in front and at the edges, thin and brittle compared to true steel but enough to stop any of the monsters they’d seen so far. 

The water gave no sign of what ichorous monster might rise from it. A towering moblin? An armored dinalfos? Surely it must be far worse than a simple gaggle of keese. 

Ripples danced, brushing at her feet. Sun stepped back, gripping her shield, pulling it closer and higher despite the bite it caused in her injured arm. She readied her feet in a defensive stance. 

The other women followed her lead, the shrink and cling of metal being readied. 

The water stilled. 

Sun exhaled. 

An explosion of spray soared upward.

The first wave slapped her backwards, knocking her into the others. By a miracle, or perhaps Athena’s height, they all stayed on their feet. 

A tower of water shot high into the air, the source of the wave. The spray peaked, arced outward, and rained down on them.

From amid the spray, the head of a dragon emerged, shimmering in the water:  ink-black and lightning-quick, the beast thrashed and clawed to free itself from the water’s surface. 

Sun’s ears drooped as her gaze rose to follow the massive creature. Time itself seemed disorganized, slow and heavy, as it filled her entire field of view. From its head spiraled a crown of horns. Red fissures of lava shimmered across its body, glowing bright under coal-black scales. Water turned to steam as it landed on the beast. Low came the rumble from its gullet, thundering once again in the pressurized confines of her skull. Storm-dark wings unfurled, smoke fanning outward in their wake, the wings monstrously spiked and clawed at every joint. 

Like Demise. 

This was his. 

The scent of brimstone and sulphur. The flame and smoke. 

It clambered upright and whipped its long neck around to glare at them with three pairs of fiery red eyes, and her courage faltered again. 

Her shielded arm dropped to her side. 

Had this beast made that roar she’d heard when she’d first arrived in this realm? It sounded even deeper, fiercer. What other monstrosities lurked in this realm? How could they hope to fight them all? Despair crept into her heart as, slowly, the beast scrambled to find footing; massive claws finally catching on something, turning its bulky body right-ways. 

The arrow-sharp snout stretched open wider than Indigo’s wingspan, and Sun covered her ears as it roared. Her bones shook from the shadow-dragon’s keening. 

But before the shadow-dragon fully cleared the water, time snapped back to its usual flow when six ear-splitting explosions from behind her back made her and the others flinch. 

Tetra’s pistol.

With every shot tearing through its wings, the monster shrieked and faltered.

It hung in the air for a moment—barely halfway free of the water—then it plummeted. It soaked them in another wave of water spray. 

Sun and the other braced for the next wave, holding on to each other. Tetra probably hoped to kill it before it could fully emerge, and Sun laughed in nervous relief when the several smaller waves passed by harmlessly, leaving them standing. Tetra knew what to do in the face of a horror like this. Sun readied her shield again, taking courage.  

Athena and Dusk had wasted no time either, pressing the advantage Tetra gave them: silver and gold flashed past her. They leapt over another wave with a practiced, easy grace. Closer to the beast, they leapt higher, their arcs graceful. They landed in tandem on either side of the dragon’s shoulders and plunged flashing blades over and over into the beast’s tattered wings. It jerked, tearing its wings even worse. With a furious flail it flung the women off. Like remlits, the pair landed on their feet with hardly a stumble. 

Knight Commander Eagus would have recruited them on the spot, Sun thought, a little giddy with shock. Metal clicked as Tetra reloaded her pistols while the dragon thrashed under renewed twin assaults by the relentless warriors. 

Tetra did not fire, but shoved the remaining girls behind the boxes Echo had conjured. Sun gripped the edge of the wood. The box was heavy and real. Sun felt a flash of envy at the skill Hylia had never told her about. Though she did have some memories of creating many things, they jumbled together in a blur without specifics. Perhaps Hylia could teach her.  

But now, she could help in her own way. 

The beast clawed at the women now attacking the back of its neck. Those claws mustn’t touch any of their company. 

Sun studied the beast’s forelegs—sharp claws as long as sabers—aimed, and locked her magic around them. Focusing, she let go of the burning gash in her arm, the sting of shadow-plagued air and the ashes that lingered on her tongue and in her nostrils. Instead, she poured all her thoughts into the sway of once-holy water at her feet, into the heat of magic rising through her limbs like a tide, and into the musical rhythm of her heart. 

She let it free.

Gold light surrounded the limbs. It left her like a heavy weight dropped to another as the light hardened. Amber crystals solidified and crawled further and further up the dragon’s legs even as it hardened.

The monster growled, thrashed, and pit angrily at it to no avail. 

It lowered it’s head and red eyes bored into he with seething rage, heat rippling above it’s head

Sun’s heart skipped a beat. The crystal stopped growing. Her breath caught at a dark thought: sealing herself was one thing, and with a goddess’s guidance, but to ensnare an entire malice-crystalized dragon…

Captain Tetra fired. The sound cleared her head of every thought besides stopping it. The crystals grew again, clinging to scaly knees. 

The dragon roared another bone-chilling shriek, and Sun could see why. Tetra’s aim had been perfect. All three eyes were gone, leaving the beast thrashing and blinded with pain. Distracted. She pressed the crystals upward. Its forelegs locked entirely to the ground, encased.

The beast strained against her seal, resisting. She knew it was inevitable, eventually. She could feel its might against her seal: hers was brittle, hollow. Crystal cracked, threatening to shatter.  So Sun clawed her fingers inward, grasping it in. Amber shattered into a thousand spears that pierced deep into the oily scales. The dragon shrieked. If it could not be trapped, it would stay immobilized.

From the corner of her eye came movement. A flash of pink. The blur of a staff. Echo summoned a metal table with black fabric stretched over the top, like a strange drum. She jumped on it. 

The fabric bent low, and then launched her upwards. 

Goddesses, we could use that at home! Sun marveled. If I show Groose the design, maybe—

Echo plunged her blade into the beasts neck, braced her feet, and pulled it down. The monster bucked but Echo held on, a faint blue glow encircling her.

The seal! Sun refocused, and the crystal spread higher, clawing at the dragon’s shoulders. 

Echo pulled the blade free and sprinted higher up the monster’s long neck and plunged again, even deeper, though it did not dive straight, the beasts turning it’s neck to deflect all it could..

The cut wasn’t long, but enough to send blackened ooze and bursts of flame pouring out of it. The creature bucked, and this time Echo could not hold on. She soared like a graceless ragdoll, pinwheeling away from them. Uncontrolled. Her bones would surely break at that speed! 

The crystal slowed as Sun held her breath. 

Another circle appeared on the ground, placed perfectly to break her fall. Echo landed on her back, and lauched herself upright and back down again at a more reasonable speed, landing in a crouch, unhurt. 

Sun breathed again, and the crystal crept against the creature’s neck. 

Echo ran to them and dispersed the bouncing circles with the wave of her short staff. A bird appeared, not unlike the shadows in color but lacking malevolence. The little enchantress mounted it and soared back to the group. 

The beast opened it’s mouth. Fire welled within, preparing to burst toward the girl, clearly craving vengeance in the direction of all its assailants. 

Light arrows arched over Echo and her bird, headed for the three remaining eyes. The arrows struck, and the beast roared and choked on it’s own fire. The shrieks resonated with agony and fury. 

Six eyes gone. Trapped. 

Sun realized they could end this quickly. 

She breathed a sigh of relief. 

A massive eye in the center opened. 

It was not over.

[bluesdesk]

Wars headcanons because it's a trend now??

He and Linkle are siblings, Wars is about 6 years older than her! They don't have other siblings.

He's a descendant of Twilight! They're distant relatives so Wars doesn't really recognize or know him! This headcanon comes from the fact Wars and Artemis/Athena are based on Twilight and Dusk the most, so yes Athena is a descendant of Dusk. Also I ship TP Zelink so theoretically Wars and Athena would be both descendants of Twi and Dusk and sk be distant relatives, but too distant to be considered family at all.

Wars was born in the countryside. A rural town was built around a well known ranch some time after Twilight’s adventure. And when Wars is a kid the ranch is inhabited by his grandmother, while he lives in a nearby house.

So, story time! His parents looked like good and respectable people. They didn't know much about swords, but the grandmother was secretly able with crossbows. When the first kid of the couple was born, they noticed the triforce mark and went crazy. They named him Link because he was going to be a hero, they began to spoil him, accommodate every whim, give him gifts like every day. The grandma pointed out it wasn’t good or healthy for him but the parents didn't listen. As soon as he could run without losing balance, the situation changed and even if he was still treated as the purest angel who couldn't be corrected or scolded (he couldn't do anything worng because he had the triforce, they believed), he began his sword training, that took hours every day and was exhausting. When he was 6 he got a sister, but apparently she didn't have a triforce mark on her hand. The parents were too focused on their Link and didn't bother to find a better name for her, they named her Linkle. While she was still loved, the parents treated the kids way differently. Linkle didn't get gifts every day, she didn't get training from a young age, she could make mistakes and get scolded (even when it was clearly Wars's fault). And mostly, the two kids couldn't spend time together the most of the times because Wars was often too tired to do anything other than sleeping after the training. The grandma couldn't stand that and decided to bring Linkle to her house/ranch and raise her by herself. She also taught her to use crossbows. She and Wars didn't meet again for years. In his teens Wars is sent to Hyrule Town to continue his training, it's hard for him at first because he was treated really differently at home. After being scolded too many times for acting superior, he learns modesty and teamwork. Then, when Wars is 21 and Linkle is 15, HW happens and they meet again. They're both heroes and they live at the castle. Their parents died in a fire some years before, and the grandma died shortly before HW.

Speaking of Linkle, she's the bearer of the rriforce if power. She didn't have it during HW because it was trapped in Ganondorf's spirit. After HW the triforce piece went back to the Sacred Realm but the day after it was already with Linkle.

Wars's hair is probably a darker shade of blonde, but he dyed it lighter. Why? Because Artemis/Athena is naturally a brunette like Dusk but chose to dye her hair blonde, and Wars tried her dye too!

Wars learned the scarf isn't really part of the tunic of the hero, and most likely a gift from his Zelda. That's one of the main reasons he's almost always wearing it, like Sky with his sailcloth!

Linkle will eventually teach him how to handle cuccos, he and Sky will be the "heroes with a long cape thing and the ability to hold cuccos"

Wind reminds him of his sister, he's 14 and Linkle is 16 during LU, their behaviors are kinda similar!

Yes his or Linkle's descendants will take care of the ranch in the future, one of these people is Makimi!

[legendofzoodles]

Athena: Why are there little handprints all over the wall?

Warriors: [whispering] Why are there little handprints all over the wall?

Mask: [whispering back] Because I have small hands.

Warriors: Because he has small hands.