oh, worm? i didn't post my headcanons before now?

Copied and pasted from my blog, so there's links'n formatting'n sh*t.
A chunk of it is tumblr only, but I'm too lazy to do any pruning.
 

HEADCANONS: MAJORA
It has become a little less particular about being in possession of a body when it leaves its temple. However, it will certainly only enter towns and cities when it’s inside of one of its cultists, or some other body.

On its own, outside of any vessel, mask, or magical influence, Majora looks like this. It now also carries around a mask it has created by killing one of its favored cultists in a ‘ritual sacrifice’–the appearance it assumes upon donning that mask looks like this. One day, it hopes to look like this. 

Its armor can protect it from many things, so long as those things hit its armor. However, even with said armor, it is very susceptible to certain kinds of magic. Particularly any sort that relies on the Moon.

It’s trying to hunt down the Fierce Deity mask–it lost it after the battle with that boy. It wants to know. Was the bad guy granted freedom, too?

Currently, Majora is weaker than it used to be, though it won’t admit to that. It can’t call down the Moon, or cast any extremely destructive, large-scale hexes. It can, however, still hex people–but the curses it casts aren’t permanent. They’re time limited, wearing off within three days of the initial casting, likely an echo of those three days.

When the lone wanderer sealed the armor’s powers, he also sealed a spiritual form of Majora’s armor within the mask–the source of its powers. However, due to its defeat, Majora’s armor was damaged; this is the reason why its curses are time-limited. The armor can only grant Majora’s wishes to an extent, but due to its spiritual nature, it can be repaired… With the sacrifice of a lot of people.

When someone is being possessed by Majora, their eyes change to look like its own; red, orange, green, peculiar things. If it stays in possession of someone’s body for long enough, they may experience terrible side-effects such as nosebleeds, gillbleeds, migraines, nausea… The mask it was once sealed in acted as a sort of buffer, keeping the brunt of its presence from effecting the wearer in such negative ways.

Manipulating the Skull Kid, picking through their mind with a fine-tooth comb, re-taught it what loneliness was. It didn’t like that feeling. It doesn’t like feeling anything beyond ANGER and HAPPINESS. 

It isn’t very fond of the Twilight Realm or the Twili. In fact, it hates them and their dreary realm–but it does like how they taste. It considers them to be ‘very filling.‘ 

It likes to dance. 

It also likes to play games. Granted, these games are often only fun for itself, and not very fun for anyone else involved.

While it doesn’t have hands in its usual form, it can manipulate things with its hair. It can’t wield its magic precise enough to use it for things that require accuracy or delicacy.

It likes to be hated. Those that hate it tend to be more fun to play with. 

Its idea of a ‘good time’ to spend with someone ‘close’ would be possessing someone and letting the object of its current ‘interest’ destroy said vessel in a slow and preferably creative manner. It gets to see how vicious the other person is, and it also gets to directly relish the panic and suffering of the poor soul caught in the middle. And, of course, it’s only fair that it gets to retaliate afterward, right?

It’s aware of parallel dimensions and the multiverse. It’s aware that its Termina isn’t the only Termina to exist, for example, along with the trappings that go with that. Its also been to other lands and time periods, though its knowledge about those places and times is minimal at best.
 

THE SHRINE
It was once located in the forest between Clock Town and Ikana, but then it got burnt down during a fateful game of truth or dare. 

It got its cultists to build it a new one somewhere in the Great Bay.

And when that got wrecked in a confrontation with a certain Deity, it got its followers to build it a new one somewhere deep in the Swamp. 

THE CULT
Majora’s favorite cult members serve as its High Priests and Priestesses.

Each cultist is given clothing reflecting their membership. They’re also charged with making personalized masks.

Most of the members are unsavory sorts. Greedy, vain, prideful, power-hungry. 

Their ultimate fate? Dinner.