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This is my submission for greyallison ‘s Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time zine!! My theme was the Shadow Temple, so I really wanted to incorporate the Dead Hand somehow, since it always seemed so horrifyingly out of place in a Zelda game…
(So, if anyone wants to add some flare to a dead hand character of theirs, feel free to use this, just please please PLEASE remember to credit me for it, thank you in advance!)
Aight, so, what if some Dead hands had an anti-coagulant venom-like substance in their bite, causing you to bleed out if you do manage to flee if you don’t seek immediate medical attention.
And the fuckers could then track you down like BLOOD HOUNDS from the scent of your blood. If the scent of blood remains, they WILL continue to track you down.
And just when i thought making the dead hand venom basically komodo dragon venom couldn’t get any more horrifying. :)
If anyone needs a spiteful dead hand that refuses to freaking die as an important character in an rp, i’m free, i’m very bored
Yeah we do :(
Dead Hand needs a hug
Okay, so, i can’t find it, but i remember one zelda wiki-ish thing saying that dead hands can only be damaged by link’s sword. I know what they meant by that, but i just find it a funny loophole, anyone else hitting it with a sword just wouldn’t do damage-
So, i thought of a concept, Deadwalkers. Dead hands able to shift into other, living forms. Basically if dead hands were skin walkers.
Combine that with the komodo dragon-like venom some dead hands have because of me {i gave it to them >:)}, and congratulations! You’ve made a serious problem!
@chocolatytea
Ay, Zelda tumblr, imagine this, One of the heroes being driven to kill their enemy for good by a certain persuasive dead hand {me}
Okay. Fun fact I made up about dead hands {and the dead hand form of deadwalkers.}
Females don’t have any discernible female characteristics and features, but are commonly much larger than their male counterparts.
So, I feel like I should emphasize this. Only sentient dead hands that know how to use shapeshifter magic can be deadwalkers. They can also shift into things other than humans, like for example wolfos.
Jokes on you, i’ve BEEN a creature, i’m a dead hand! >:D
you, reading this. you're a creature now. reblog to creature your followers
as a dead hand enjoyer, I would like to say… *ahem* YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS.
Pspspspsps Zelda fans I mad somethin
I ran into this again when scrolling through my photo album
Thank you to everyone who got me to 100 likes!
:D
*She stopped in front of it, not getting too close*
*Curious dead hand noises*
Hi. *It just waved politely to the plush*
(The plush just-stares, in confusion, and slight disbelief, in a way.)
I CAN BE AN ACTUAL DEAD HAND TO SCARE PEOPLE. *HITS THAT BUTTON*
WHAT IS THE FUCKING POINT
Okay, I don’t know why. But MY psychotic ass laughed at some point at this when i put my phone down.
Whumptober Day 23: Shadows, “it’s gonna get me by the end of the night”
This one is kinda creepy again but. Well. That comes with the territory of dead hands...
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Warnings: blood, injury, uhhh lots of creepiness, being attacked by a monster in a kind of disturbing way
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There was something in here with them.
Wild swallowed, looking around. He couldn’t say how he knew they weren’t alone, but the prickling on the back of his neck seemed to indicate a presence, one that wasn’t him or Wind. The problem was, the area itself was full of long shadows with barely a torch to fend them off with, and Wild looked nervously back at the stairs they’d recently descended.
He already wasn’t exactly the most fond of being underground, and he had a bad feeling.
“Aw man, a creepy basement,” Wind said with a groan. “Why do these places always have creepy basements?!”
“Beats me,” Wild said with an amused smile. It seemed like the complaint was mostly to hide what seemed to be Wind’s nervousness, as he was standing rather close to Wild’s side, and giving the darkness an anxious look.
“Maybe it’s a style thing,” Wild said thoughtfully. “Like, they build these or whatever, and one guy goes ‘hey you know what would be great right here? A creepy basement. Would really tie the whole dungeon together.’”
Wind laughed, and looked much less nervous as he looked out at the shadows again. Wild glanced at them as well, and squinted as his eye caught on something. Had something moved over there?
He really hoped not.
“Well, there are such things as non-creepy basements. I mean, Twilight’s basement isn’t creepy,” Wind said with a little grin, and Wild checked back into what he was saying. “Though it is full of junk. My grandma would say that’s scarier.”
Wild snorted as he and Wind began to walk into the room, feeling their way around walls, pausing to look around when they reached a torch. Wild pulled out an old branch he had and lit it, and after that, finding their way around the room was much easier.
It turned out to be what Wind said was a puzzle room, the two finding a suspicious platform, and a switch tucked in a dark corner. Pushing a block over to push it down didn’t make anything happen, but as they glanced around the area, Wild noticed some etching on the wall.
“There must be more switches we have to push,” Wind said thoughtfully. “Or else something would’ve happened.”
“There’s marks along the edge here,” Wild pointed out, pointing to four squares etched on the wall. One was filled in, and he and Wind both sighed as they realized there were three more switches to find.
“Guess we better get going.”
They continued through the shadowy maze, though as time went on and nothing jumped out at them, Wild’s uneasy feeling began to lighten. It seemed like the only thing to impede their progress was the confusing room and lack of light, and Wild was used to that. He’d done three labyrinths, after all.
No monsters appeared from the shadows to bother them as he and Wind located and pressed down two more switches, though Wild’s makeshift torch was nearly all the way burnt up by the time they found them both.
“Only one more!” Wind said cheerfully, and Wild smiled as they reached another hallway. “And that’s the only direction we haven’t gone yet, so it’s gotta be this way!”
“Good, then we can get out of here,” Wild said with another glance at the ceiling. He still didn’t like being underneath so many levels of dungeon and earth. It made him nervous.
Wind nodded, then his face took on a mischievous look.
“Race you there Wild!” he said with a grin, then before Wild could say a thing, he bolted off down the hallway and into the darkness.
“Hey— Sailor! Wait up!” Wild shouted, but Wind had already disappeared into the shadows.
Wild huffed, and bolted after him, though he did slow and peer nervously around walls and pillars. The air seemed colder this direction, a chill tricking down his spine, and Wild swallowed. The sense that they weren’t alone had gotten more intense again, and he suddenly had a very bad feeling about all of this.
“Wind? Sailor, I think we should stick together!” he called, but received no reply except for his own echo.
...Had Wind really gotten out of earshot already?
Wild sped up a little, trying to watch his steps, but also catch up to Wind. He had to be around here somewhere, this area wasn’t that big.
Or at least, not the parts they’d been to already.
Wild turned a corner and found what seemed like a wide-open space, lit by nothing but a single torch next to where he stood. Right as he took a step forward, his stick finally burnt up, and Wild gulped.
He braced himself, and moved forward into the darkness, trying to calm his thudding heart.
There hasn’t been anything in here yet. There’s probably nothing here, and it’s only my imagination because being underground sucks—
Something let out a muffled shriek.
Wild jumped and whirled towards the noise, near instantly drawing a guardian sword he had in his inventory. The sword let out just enough of a glow for him to see a little ahead, and Wild cautiously moved forward, sword held high.
The floor had turned from stone to dirt at some point, and Wild’s footsteps were near soundless as he padded across it. Something crunched under his foot, and Wild looked down, an even bigger sense of foreboding rising in his throat as he stared at the bones he’d stepped on.
“Wind?” he called softly, afraid to speak too loud.
Something grabbed his ankle.
Wild shouted in surprise as whatever it was dug in, and before he could slash at it, another grabbed his other leg and knocked him to the ground.
He got an arm up and slashed at what he could see were pale hands on horribly long arms, bloodstained nails scrabbling at his boots. Wild managed to cut away the hands, but right as he scrambled to his feet, he heard something moving, right next to him.
He turned around, and almost dropped his sword.
A pale, bulbous creature stared at him, eyes dark holes, mouth opened impossibly wide as it grinned at him with bloodstained teeth. Wild couldn’t help but let out a horrified cry as it began to slither forward, and he felt a sudden urge to be sick.
What god decided such a horrible creature should even exist?
Wild backtracked so quickly he nearly tripped over his cape, but strangely enough the creature didn’t turn to him. It veered to the side, and as Wild regained his senses enough to go after it, he saw two eyes catch the light from his sword.
He turned, and met Wind’s frantic gaze.
The sailor was being held up by multiple of the same arms that had grabbed him, a hand covering his mouth. His eyes were wide with horror, and he was scrabbling frantically at the hand over his mouth, but more arms were holding him tightly in place, and all he could do was let out a muffled cry as he saw Wild.
Wild felt a burst of anger and jumped forward, slicing at the hands, but as soon as he chopped one, another two took their place. He’d lost sight of the main body in the shadows somewhere, but he was focused solely on Wind, slicing even more frantically when he saw the blood on his shoulder.
Had that thing bitten him?
He managed to slice away most of the hands holding Wind’s body in place, and the sailor fell to the ground with a cry. But before Wild could go to him, a hand tangled itself in his cape, and Wild cried out as he fell to the dirt as well, more hands near instantly grabbing him.
They pinned him down, grasping at his face and clothes, and Wild clung desperately to his weapon. He knew if he dropped it he’d have almost no chance of getting it back.
But the hands had figured him out, and they squeezed his wrist, clawing at his hand, and Wild physically couldn’t hold onto the blade any longer. The guardian sword fell to the dirt, and Wild felt more hands come up and grab him, no matter how he struggled.
A burrowing noise sounded out, and Wild looked over in terror as the fleshy body crawled out of the dirt, that horrifyingly long neck turning in his direction.
He was it’s target now.
“Wi—!” he screamed, but then a hand covered his mouth, and all he could do was thrash in silence as the monster slithered nearer and nearer.
A hand turned his face towards it, and Wild breathed quickly through his nose, nearly gagging at the smell of decay and blood that came from the hands on his face. They tilted him up as the head of the main body drew near, lit an eerie blue by his dropped sword. Wild couldn’t help his whimper as the face leaned down, its jaws opening impossibly wide.
And then it bit down on the side of his face.
Wild screamed, the sound muffled by the hands still covering his mouth as fiery pain made his vision spotty, the feel of the monster biting down on him nothing short of horrific. The seconds seemed to stretch on endlessly as it continued to gnaw, sucking up his blood, and Wild was nearly sick as it made a particularly satisfied noise.
Somehow the fact that the monster was actively feeding on him, biting him, attacking him only to satiate some kind of awful hunger, made it twice as worse.
All he was was prey to it.
Wild let out a muffled sob as he thrashed again, but the hands only held him more firmly, a hand holding his cheek in a way that would almost have been loving from anything else. Pain and revulsion were making his head spin, and Wild squeezed his eyes shut, tears gathering in the corners.
And then he heard an angry yell.
Suddenly the pressure on his face was gone, and Wild heard another shout, catching sight of Wind throwing himself forward, his face pale but expression furious.
“Stop chewing on my brother!” The sailor screamed, then twisted himself around into a huge spin attack that Wild could barely watch. The wind it kicked up buffeted Wild’s face like a hurricane, and the hands still grasping him let go, dropping Wild to the ground with a groan.
An awful moaning sound rent the air, and Wild watched through the blood dripping down his face as Wind hit the main body of the monster once, twice, three— so many times he couldn’t keep track of the number.
But Wind finally stopped, holding a hand to his head as he stumbled, and the body of the monster fell to the ground.
Wind was suddenly at his side, grabbing his shoulder, and they watched in silence as the monster twitched slightly, then disappeared into dark smoke along with all of the arms.
For a moment, the only sound in the room was of Wind and Wild’s heavy breathing.
“I-I think... I think it’s gone,” Wind said finally, his voice shaking, and Wild gripped his arm, unsure if he or Wind was the one trembling.
“Yeah,” Wild choked out, and Wind turned to him, immediately leaning in to look at his face.
“Oh no, ohh— Wild I’m so sorry I couldn’t get to you faster,” Wind gasped, and Wild shook his head, closing his one eye as blood threatened to drip into it.
“Y-you couldn’t have...” Wild got out, and Wind turned to rifle through his bag, his movements frantic. “...Sailor?”
Wind had made a noise that sounded suspiciously like a sniffle, and Wild reached over to squeeze his hand, Wind shakily gripping it back.
Neither of them said anything for a moment, and Wind leaned up against Wild’s shoulder, Wind leaning back as they finished catching their breath.
“...That was worse then redeads,” Wind said finally, looking away, and Wild felt his eyes sting a little at the memory of the monster’s endless hands, it’s horrible main body and how it bitten down on them both...
It truly had been awful.
“I’ve never seen a redead, but based on th-the name... I don’t ever w-want to. Are they l-like... dead twice over..?” Wild asked, and Wind looked at him, eyes shiny in the light of Wild’s sword, blood still trickling down his shoulder.
Then he let out a wet laugh, and pulled out a bottle with some kind of potion in it, swiping a hand over his eyes.
“Something like that,” Wind said thickly, and Wild pressed the side of his head that wasn’t a mess against Wind’s. He breathed out, and focused on Wind’s warm skin against his, not cold, not undead, not trying to devour him.
“Thanks sailor,” he said in a wavering voice, and Wind made another noise that Wild pointedly ignored, squeezing Wind’s hand.
“Thank you too,” Wind whispered back.