#wallmasters

[thesacredtwink]

Bongo bongo...two hands...Wallmaster band

[avalypuff]

Twilight Princess headcanons pt.3

Twili edition yaaayy

Almost all Twili are born with black and white, or greyish skin. Very occasionally a solid toned child will be born, but unique markings are so common that expecting parents will make guesses on what sort of natural patterns their child will have.

The striking crimson eyes Midna has are a trait unique to the royal family. The typical eye colors for non-royal descendants are shades of orange, yellow, and even yellow-green.

The blue markings are not natural though, and are instead ritually tattooed to represent a unique type of magic that an individual excells at, or family crests, for example. The ritual of tattooing is an extremely important part of Twili culture, and to opt out is generally frowned upon or at the very least viewed as ‘weird’

Wallmasters are commonly kept as pets in the Twilight realm. They’re more docile than the ones from the Light realm, easy to care for, don’t require a lot of attention, and they make good “guard dogs” (Side note: when Link learned that the Twili keep those things as pets he was terribly unnerved. Midna was... unsympathetic to say the least, and taunted him with a “cute widdle baby wallmaster”)

[embyrinitalics]

Whumptober 2019 No.6 — Dragged Away

Masterlist Word count: ~700 Universe: Ocarina of Time Pairings: None Rating: T for blood Themes: Injury, fear, eaten alive Read on ao3

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Link gripped his thigh with both hands, trying to stave off the bleeding. He was alone, for now. The deep, dark quiet of the Forest Temple, the cool dampness of it, reminded him of home in a way. If home was more like the castle, and full of hungry spirits and horrors.

The wound oozed red and black, and he tipped his head back against the wall as the room spun. He knew he shouldn’t scream. He knew he shouldn’t cry.

He had been an adult for all of three days, after all, and adults did neither of those things.

His closed his eyes and just tried to breathe. Two ghosts down. That meant he was halfway to finding Saria. Hyrule was so vast, and the prospect of braving another four temples after this place almost too horrifying to contemplate, but Saria was his friend, and she needed him. He focused on that, drank a little solace from it. And then a chill ran down his neck, the stirring of a cool wind passing over clammy skin, and his eyes split open.

He wasn’t alone.

With trembling breath, he braced himself on the wall and hobbled to his feet, still holding his leaking wound with one hand, and started to move. Every step was a hot poker shunting up his leg.

And whatever was in the room with him was getting closer.

He couldn’t see it, couldn’t smell a wet pelt or an old flame or rotting flesh; but he could hear it, feel the disturbance in the air as it moved, rustling the creeping ivy and breathing on him from somewhere, and the dread of it was sitting like a stone in the pit of his stomach.

He hobbled faster, panting after the door. The air around him moaned, breathed, until he could feel the vibrations passing through him, until he felt he was already in the maw. A shadow spilled over his feet, dogging his every step, pulsing, growing in tandem with the sound rattling his bones. It veiled his face like a dark hand: blotting out light, closing around his mouth until he couldn’t breathe, couldn’t scream. And then it finally descended on him.

Four massive claws punctured him from shoulder to thigh, the last digging into his open wound, and the fist closed around him before he could draw breath to scream. He could hardly see what it was that had him—something dark, a spindly hand formed of shadow, lingering in shadow, dragging him toward shadow.

He managed to pry an arm free, grasping frantically at the floor tiles for a nonexistent hold, tormented by the sickening drag and thump of the hand lurching him backward. He couldn’t reach his sword. His bones felt crushed. He forced out a pathetic cry, hoping someone might hear—the gods, maybe—and the hand squealed in morbid delight.

Then all at once the floor was gone, pulled out of his reach and shrinking as he tumbled towards darkness. The hand pulsed and squeezed around him, and he was vaguely aware of something leaving him, of a guttural, whispering slurp as it drank from him. When its hold eased enough for him to breathe he would scream, and cry, and do all the things adults weren’t supposed to do, and it would gurgle another squeal through its mouthful. He didn’t know how long it went on, only that he was awake for all of it and that fear and pain of his earlier wound paled next to the horror and agony of being eaten alive. Then, when he felt spent and boneless and hardly human, it dropped him, and he fell through darkness, into darkness.

He woke at the temple’s entrance, whole and corporeal. He made a quick assessment of his limbs and organs, and when he was finally convinced they were all still present, he let his head collapse on the soft cushion of the forest floor.

Tears leaked, fresh and globular, out of the corners of his eyes as he stared at the tranquil blue sky. He missed Saria. He missed the seven years the gods had stolen.

He missed whatever the Wallmaster had taken from him.

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[hyrule-adventurer]

I fully believe that Wallmasters are the most annoying and the most anxiety-inducing Zelda enemies

[telemna-hyelle]

It's Legend of Zelda confession time once again!

So, I didn't know a lot about LOZ when I first got into LU. Pretty much just the basic basics. About six months post the LU-ening, I started playing Zelda '86. I'm wandering through one of the dungeons and blunder into a room and discover one of these little dudes:

'Oh!' I say! It's a Wallmaster! Like in that one comic! Excellent! I just have to do what the comic showed, and stab when it tries to grab me, and that'll kill it.

It did not, in fact, kill it.

This was the beginning of a long tale of Wallmaster-inspired terror, which brings us to me, today, screaming in rage as the stupid wall hand drops me back at the beginning of the dungeon I was PAINSTAKINGLY NAVIGATING

[willcraftapple11]

List Of Things I Fucking Hate In LTTP

1. Those Hand Things That Bring You Back To The Fucking Beginning Of The Dungeon

2. The Fire Zoras

3. The Conveyorbelts

4. Those Spiny Things That Fucking Suck

5. Mothos-- Basically Just Moths In General

6. That Digging Minigame

7. Ice Physics

8. The Ice Dungeon In General (At Least The Boss Was Nice, Without Any Ice)

9. Getting The 4th Bottle

10. Those Flying Fuckers whataretheycalled? Crows. Yeah. I Fucking Hate Crows In This Game. No hard feelings, but you suck in LTTP

11. BEAMOS

12. Seriously Fuck Beamos, man, they suck

13. Lasers

14. Those Shadow Demons In The Ice Dungeon.

15. Penguins.

16. That Singular Floating Dingus Over By Lake Hylia That Goes Poof And Makes 6 Minis--You should know what i’m talking about

17. THIEVES! They Are Annoying.

18. -- I Can’t Think Of Anything. I’m not Done with the game yet, haven’t defeated Ganon. I’ll add to this later.

Either Way This Game is Fun as hell and I love it to bits.

after I finish it i’ll be continuing Minish Cap.

[alien-crustacean]

Replaying Link to the Past (because I realized I've never actually beat it, yet I love it so much), and I just got through the Forest Temple.

FUCK THE WALLMASTERS. 

(Side note: There is something about disembodied hands attacking me that really, really freaks me out. I can deal with most every other monster in any of the Zelda games, but FUCK THE WALLMASTERS, SERIOUSLY (Also, those two hands in Twilight Princess that chased you in the twilight realm when you carried the orbs away and had music that starting screeching at you as they got closer and OH MY GOD I'm getting tense just thinking about them))