#luminous verse

[sokkas-first-fangirl]

Who wants a sneak-peek of “Radiant”? 👀

If Zelda would just do her duty, she could banish these monsters with a wave of her hand, he thought, glaring at his enemies.

But then something surprising caught his eye. A young knight, Zelda’s age perhaps, facing down two black moblins.

“The lad will be killed!” Sir Frederick gasped, standing at Audric’s side.

The boy was alone. The other knights were too far away to help him and most were kept busy by hordes of bokoblins.

If the boy realised how close to death he was, he didn’t show it. He was tiny, yet he rushed at the moblins like they were a mere nuisance. And then- Rhoam couldn’t believe his eyes- the boy killed the moblins.

One stab to the heart had a moblin sinking to its knees, screaming in pain. A slash of the boy’s sword quickly silenced those screams and the moblin fell to the dirt in a heap. The other moblin screamed in rage, racing at the boy with a spiked club. The boy dodged and the club came down on the dead moblin’s head.

The moblin screamed again, whirling around to face the boy. It swung at him and he brought his shield up, parrying with such ease that it knocked the moblin off balance.

The boy beheaded the moblin in a single, fierce strike.

“Hylia be praised,” Frederick gasped. Rhoam didn’t move, didn’t dare blink. He had to be sure he was really seeing this. Surely a child hadn’t just taken down two black moblins in seconds? How did a mere teenager accomplish that? Rhoam had seen experienced knights struggle against moblin duos.

But his guards were looking at him, waiting for Rhoam’s reaction. He could not show that he was just as shocked as they were.

He summoned an amused smile, as if he saw this sort of thing every day, when no one had ever seen such a thing.

Three more moblins had spotted the boy and tried to corner him. They swiftly met their ends too.

“Well, it seems we have a moblin-slayer on our hands,” Rhoam said with forced cheer. How did he not know he had such a skilled knight among his ranks? “Does anyone recognise the lad? What is his name?”

Sir Audric cleared his throat and spoke; “I believe that is Link Hallow, Your Majesty. Captain Hallow’s son.”

Roland Hallow’s son? The Captain of the City Guard? Surely not! There wasn’t the faintest resemblance between them.

“That little scrap is Roland Hallow’s boy?” Rhoam demanded, shocked into dropping his manners, too stunned to hide it.

“With all due respect, Your Majesty,” Audric said. “That ‘little scrap’ just killed five moblins single-handedly.”

[north-peach]

Luminous beings we are, not this crude matter

okay, yes, brilliant quote-

but.

But.

what if it was literal??

Anakin glows with the Force of twin suns, constantly burning and glistening gold, gold, gold - the color of endless grains of sand when the sun rises highest in the sky. He is adorned in a shendyt made of pale gold, tucked in around his waist with white cloth that shines like the hottest sun. His back is bare but for the black whip marks layered and layered upon themselves. His hands, his feet and his hair- all are stained black, dripping ichor onto the ground on which he stands. 

About his neck is a collar, gleaming with gems of blue and green, forming an abstract pattern of the sigil for the Jedi Order. Wrapped around his wrists are manacles that dim the light of his skin, and trail black smokes as he moves.  

His feet are bare, save for the darkness that stains them. He wields a staff that is a two sided blade, one that shines with the light of stars, the other the blackest corners of space. 

Anakin stands at 8ft tall, and should be desire to speak in his form, his voice is an accusation. Righteous fury howls from every word when he opens his mouth.

how dare you, how dare you, how dare you, how dare you, HOW DARE YOU

The thing about 'not crude matter, but luminous beings' is that you gotta know who you are. Anakin's voice in his true form is an accusation, because he still sees himself as something of a slave. Not quiet free, only just barely. When he looks around and sees everyone who isn't 'free' and that is the Jedi because no family, no attachments, even though Master/Padawans are how the Order survives and how if you want to be a Jedi Knight and you cannot get one to train you, they stick you somewhere you will be useful, regardless if you wish to go or not.

Anakin knows all the deepest, darkest parts of him. Including the darkness in his head, in his thoughts, that stains his golden hair black, along with his hands, his feet. He sees himself as stained because he has done things he regrets, isn't proud of and he's used his hands to interact with people he considers filthy.

he's only wearing white fabric folded and tucked around his wait, with his back bared with it's black whip marks because ANAKIN WAS A SLAVE. 

He's got bracers that look like manacles and five links on one side and four on the other (nine years, nine years and he was freed but he still calls someone Master) but-

if I end up writing this into an actual fic, all the credit to @fialleril- 

LEAVE HIS FEET BARE, because Ekkreth is The One Who Walks Free Skywalker and it’s very important to me to make this (IF I WRITE IT) fic into a thing that is Anakin being deeply, deeply into Tatooine Slave Culture, to such an extent, it literally shapes who he is.

Fluff things include a japor snippet that hangs about his neck from blue cord. The exact same shape of blue as in what Padme first wore when he met her and the same japor carving for luck, tucked neatly out of sight. Also the edges of his hair burns in oranges, in reds and a deep bronze because Obi-Wan and Ahsoka are always on his mind.

Anakin gets a few more titles (given to him by people he’s saved, from slaves and from people who title Jedi they manage to catch pictures of videos of in their true forms) and his being is on a deeper level then everyone else because as the Chosen One he's both the Light and the Dark perfectly balanced.

(when he’s stable, I mean)

Son of Suns, of the Desert, (insert lots of Tatooine Slave Culture here that I haven’t though of yet since I probably won’t write this)

Anakin is of the Force, born in the desert from a mother who begged and pleaed for something. Force Things comes naturally to him, so while he cannot actually sit still and mediate and deliberately, through long contemplation and deliberation and practice take his luminous form- he absolutely can, throw himself down and take a breath and boom.

Gold and sunlight. 

It's like taking off clothes and pulling better ones on. 

(maybe as a small child he spent a good year or two in this form wandering the desert while his physical body was kept in good health by the Force and Shmi just left him in safe-ish places because that woman knew what was up.

I haven’t actually decided if this should be a ‘you leave your crude matter and take up your luminous self’ kinda thing or ‘your crude matter transforms into your luminous self through use of the Force’.)

....anyway I don’t think I’ll actually write this- like maybe?- but I’ve got like five Jedi down and I am absolutely willing to do more.

....i should probably name this..... uhhh

Luminous Verse?

....eh, works for me.

Which one should I do next?

[sokkas-first-fangirl]

So in Radiant you're going with AoC canon where Link hasn't drawn the Master Sword yet? How different has his life been? Is Irma still pissed off at Roland and eyeing Urbosa?

Yes indeed! Let’s just say Terrako went “back and a little to the left” rather than just back

Some sort of spoilers below, proceed with caution, you know the drill 💕

Link’s life has been quite different; the Link we will first meet in Radiant will have some pretty big differences from the Link of Luminous and Iridescent

As for Roland and Irma…Things are still very tense between them. They wouldn’t be the Hallow family without emotional issues plaguing them. The Master Sword was never the problem there; Roland’s distance and perfectionism was the problem, as well as his inability to just say “I fucked up but I love you all, I’m sorry and I’ll do better/seek therapy”

Irma and Urbosa. My beautiful queens. I have plans 😏

[north-peach]

Luminous beings we are, not this crude matter

Obi-Wan Kenobi is a study in contradictions. 

Ever the diplomat, always with a witty retort. A sharp eye and a mind like a durasteel trap, the man that will not disappoint you even with all the responsibilities on his shoulders.

The Sith Slayer, the Perfect Jedi, the Jedi who raised Anakin Skywalker.

Obi-Wan Kenobi is fire in all shapes of reds, golds, oranges, occasionally shifting to blues and whites. All that he is, a thousand living flames contained by glass. 

One could almost look through him, were it not for the sheer density of the fires that are his very self, but you cannot deny it looks like a human-shaped bottle of undying flames.

Smokes curls around his shoulders, forming a cloak made of the night sky, groups of stars clustered together in the shape of lilies. More often then not, they twinkle and glow against a backdrop of deep, royal blue.

Around his forearms, his feet and shins is armor- the design that looks suspiciously like Mandalorian. Very similar to the traditional pieces that are given to a newly initiated Mandalorian looking to marrying into their culture. But Obi-Wan Kenobi is neither married nor Mandalorian.

(for all that he is made of the colors of a setting sun, an awful lot of blue ends up shining bright through the darkness draped about him)

The sound of his voice, used in it’s full effects compels the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth from those who he demands it of.

How gifted this man, the Jedi. The diplomat who would always receive an entirely truthful answer to any questioned he asked, if he should demand it so.

Some people will look at Obi-Wan, in all his composure, all his grace, his dignity and the velvet tones of his voice and wonder why this man is a literal embodiment of fire, so destructive and comforting, chaotic and barely tamed even when used deliberately. 

Blue eyes will gleam in either form, hiding the depths of the rage, the hurt and the pain he carries within. All the words he doesn’t say, all the failures and were it not for the shroud of smoke covering his back, one would see the same whips marks as his padawan.

Were it not for the darkness that curls around his neck, one would see the same collar branded against his skin.

You shouldn’t mistake the illusion of fragility, the lie that Obi-Wan’s being is held together by the glass that makes up his form. He’s survived more horrors and more suffering then a great many people and barely a handful will look at him and ever know it.

He carries no visible weapon, but he doesn’t need it.

Since when hasn’t fire been it’s own weapon?

(people fail to realize why Obi-Wan looks like glass. Honestly, as if glass isn’t made from fire put to sand)

[north-peach]

@mistical52

LOOK WHO DREW ME KRIFFING FANART AT 3 IN THE KRIFFING MORNING

I love it so much

LuminousVerse! Anakin Skywalker

[sokkas-first-fangirl]

I don’t think Yuki was introduced in Luminous around the time you wrote “Sparks Filled With Hope”. How do you think he would get along with Aryll?

Those feral gremlins would each think the other is hilarious. Yuki would definitely feel insecure at first (what if Link doesn’t want him around now?) but Aryll would win him over. They’d love each other and be mischievous little shits together. Hyrule better brace itself for three Hallow siblings. Four counting Zelda. It’s a dangerous combination 😆

[sokkas-first-fangirl]

Hey, if the writing requests are still open, maybe like luminous verse champions pre calamity where link like pushes himself training to the point of exhaustion and the champions bully him into taking care of himself?

Sure thing! Prompts are always open, unless I need to close my inbox (and I promise to post an update if that is ever the case)

"Oh, for the love of-!" Revali suddenly snatched Link's arm and began to drag him away from the archery targets.

What the hell!? Link signed, coughing yet again.

"That!" Revali snapped, pointing at Link accusingly. He was still pulling him along. Link couldn't seem to summon the strength to pull away, though he could usually do so with ease. "You're ill, you idiot!"

I'm not.

"Oh, you just regularly have coughing fits? For an entire day? Nuh-uh, Impa and Zelda told us what happened last time you were sick!"

Link winced. Okay, so normally when he was sick it was bad. But this was just some coughing fits! A normal cough by anyone's standards. Revali had his feathers in a bunch for nothing.

He dragged Link right to Zelda's pavilion, where she and the others Champions were getting ready for lunch.

"Your knight is an idiot who won't look after himself," Revali declared, pushing Link right into Mipha's arms.

"You're burning up!" Mipha cried and her hands immediately began to glow with her Grace. Link shot Revali a glare and signed, Traitor. Revali stuck his tongue out, utterly unapologetic.

I'm fine, Link insisted, and immediately broke into another coughing fit.

"Link!" Zelda jumped to her feet, face creased in concern. "For pity's sake, you should rest."

"You're very pale, little voe," Urbosa fretted.

Mipha's Grace washed over him in cool, soothing waves. It healed injuries more than it did illnesses, but Link's chest and throat felt less tight and inflamed.

"You need rest," Mipha said sternly.

"Nap time, little guy!" Daruk said, cheerful as ever.

Link crossed his arms and glared, stubborn as ever.

I'll be fine.

Zelda, Mipha, Urbosa, Revali and Daruk crowded him, matching stern frowns on their faces.

"Go to bed," they all ordered.

Mipha, the (beloved) traitor, looked him right in the eye and said, "I'll tell your mother."

Link admitted defeat and allowed Zelda to summon Impa, who was immediately given strict instructions to take Link to his room and make sure he stayed there.

[sokkas-first-fangirl]

Have a brief "Iridescent" sneak-peek

Mild spoilers ahead (sort of?)

As they finally neared the Skyview Tower, Zelda became aware of the sound of footsteps and the sound of something- or someone- grumbling. The Skyview Tower was atop the hill but, much closer, there was a faint huff, a growl, and Zelda gestured for her friends to slow their approach.

"Another monster?" Gaddison fretted, clutching her spear. Sasan, unarmed and untrained, lingered behind Torfeau. Zelda nocked an arrow. They rounded the corner and-

"Yona!?"

There she was: Lady Yona, Sidon's fiancée, all alone. She had a water skin strapped to her hip, and carried a large sack, which she was carefully placing splash fruit into. Her large gold eyes widened further when she saw Zelda.

"Zelda?" she asked incredulously. For a moment, she just stared in astonishment before she jumped into action; still clutching the sack of splash fruit, she ran over and, throwing aside her usual propriety, threw her arms around Zelda in a tight hug. It was a welcome surprise in more ways than one. Zelda happily returned the embrace, relieved to see her newest friend was alright. Yona looked tired, but there was no sign of illness from her, no burns from the sludge.

"You're alright," Yona breathed. "Thank goodness. We've all been so worried." She pulled back slightly, smiling shyly. She looked around at the group and her smile faltered. "But where is Link? Surely he came with you, Zelda?"

"He's..." Zelda hesitated. How to explain everything that happened?

Gaddison saved her. She looked at Yona with narrowed eyes. "My lady," she said sternly. "Where are your attendants?"

Yona smiled sheepishly. She reached around Zelda and deftly plucked one last splash fruit from a tree, placing it in her sack.

"Please don't tell Sidon I'm here alone," she pleaded.