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憧れの人

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im totally not back this is just a figment of your imagination

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   It felt like it was years and years since the fall of her kingdom and her sacrificing herself to save what she could and her own Champion. But she was left alone in the malice of the Calamity. Alone in her own thoughts of worry.

   In this cocoon of maroon liquid of hatred, the golden princess curled into a ball as she closed her eyes. Her head hurt, her body and hand burned. The power, whatever power she had gotten, still burned her body as she held the malice back.

   But at one point, she felt something with her. Something intelligent. Slowly, she opened her eyes as she stared upon a sphere. It was nothing like she had seen before. Reaching out to it, her hand with the mark burned once more as she winced.

   There was something that disturbed her. As if she was staring at the source of this before. Looking down, she moved to be closer to the sphere and felt the power groan in her body. Then the foreign tongue and language. At first, the language split her head, her instincts saying that she should understand it but she didn’t. She couldn’t.

   However, eventually, there was a moment where she did understand. And there was a moment that she was stunned. It asked her who she was? The female looked down as if she had to think about her reply. Then she closed her eyes.

  “I am– No, I was Princess Zelda of Hyrule. I was destined to stop you with my Champion and the Champions of the four nations. But we failed. And I sacrificed myself to stop you from spreading. To stop your malice.” Princess Zelda finally commented as she felt the burn in her body. “And what are you? Are you Ganon?”

Light in the Depths of Malice

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   Deep beneath the inky black sea of malice floated a guardian of light who had plunged into it decades before. Formless chaos bubbled and boiled around her, its only constants were the searing wrath which threatened to devour the souls of those it grasped, the darkness that absorbed all light save its own cracks and flames of maroon, the violence and rapidity in which it broke and changed and formed again, and the companion of strain which kept it all at bay. After so many years alone against the crashing flood of aimless resentment that filled this battle of spirits it had become comfortable in the familiarity of the formless and unfamiliar.

   Yet, even this was subject to change in the antediluvian, festering abomination. As she passed some uncertain depth to the abyssal darkness all the merciless, crashing ferocity gave way to some measure of calm, like the eye of some great and cosmic storm among the aimless rancor.

   There, in the furthest depths of this godless impious desolation was something thoroughly unexpected. A golden light, the same light she held from the consuming tendrils of tenebris corruption, glowed faintly in this dark expanse beneath the ruinous waves. It called to her, or rather, to the power within her. Suddenly, for the first time in aeons, it felt as though something with intelligence was focused upon her and she was all too aware of her surroundings. There was a blinking crimson glow from the center of that faint gold, flashing like an eye fluttering awake before steadying into something consistent. It was surrounded by a glass-like sphere which held that now vivid carmine, but also within was the same black that flowed around them, even so it carried that faint but radiant gold so like her own along its surface. Cracks broke up its form and chips pocketed the body like poorly healed scars and torn off flesh.

   As the presence awoke it blinked at the bright light which drew it from its slumber, blinded by that which it had not seen in uncounted centuries. Slowly it… no, he, coalesced his mind from the shattered fragments of innumerable memories. There was a tired echoing groan from a thousand voices of a thousand tongues and a thousand ages, yet all belonging to one man as he awoke. He spoke into the light that had drawn him from his restless… decades? centuries? of slumber.

  The first words were beyond understanding, spoken in a dead, unknown language and drowned in the cacophony of attempted articulation. The voice growled lowly in agitation, mumbling and grumbling in words similarly beyond understanding before quieting. After a long moment it attempted again, this time in something the girl knew — a Hylian tongue, though vastly older than the one she was born into. It spoke with the mass of voices, from that of young boy who could barely run to one of age that well surpassed her by multiples, but over it all dominated one booming voice of rich tongue that rippled all in its resounding depth, though distorted it spoke slow and evenly. Beneath those words it sounded as though flesh flowed like a river and rumbled deep within, emphasized by gnashing teeth.

   ʷ͓̭̜͉͢W̡̧̖͓̖͇͎͓̠̟̩ͪͅḩ̲̘͚o̡̨̲̙̯̰̖͍ͦͅͅ   ͓͖̪ͣ͜a̡̙͉r͎̮̭̝͔͜ȩ̧̣̞̜̙ͬͅ  ̡̫͕̙͚̝ͤʸ̡̲̝͍̖̜ y̧̢͚̤̤̰̭̮̭ͦǫ̝̩͕͔̲̖͚̠̙ͧ͢u̢̱̘ͅ?

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   Her brow twitched a bit as she looked up to the male then grit her teeth. “Zelda is just fine, Prince Dimitri.” The Princess commented sharply as she stared him into the eyes. But she eventually did take a deep breath in before exhaling.

  “I do not deserve the formalities. So please, do not use them to me.”

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   Zelda blinked as she looked to the blonde haired prince. Then she closed her eyes. A reasonable reaction. Something that was bound to be said as she was also royalty. But she was not a fan of being called Your Highness. It was something that bugged her.

   “Forward or not, you do not get things done if you are not forward.” Zelda commented as she looked to Dimitri. “Unless you disagree.”

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@blxe-skys-of-coxrage​ || continue from here x 

   Zelda blinked as she looked to the blonde haired prince. Then she closed her eyes. A reasonable reaction. Something that was bound to be said as she was also royalty. But she was not a fan of being called Your Highness. It was something that bugged her.

   “Forward or not, you do not get things done if you are not forward.” Zelda commented as she looked to Dimitri. “Unless you disagree.”

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thanks to @blxe-skys-of-coxrage, I now I wanna give Zelda a place in FE3H

can I not as I come back please? xD

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“Write one sentence on this piece of paper, and then I’ll let you up.”

Let me Study… (no longer accepting!!)

   Zelda struggled a bit when Nero had pinned her to her own bed. Since when did he have access to her room? Only her knight and her Father did… Maybe Father had gained him access to her room.

   Closing her eyes, she let out a small growl as she shifted and groaned. “Give me a pen then, Nero.” She grumped at him, moving to take a pen from him. She stared at the paper for a moment before writing down something.

  The Guardians are to protect Hyrule, we mustn’t abuse them.

  She looked to the sentence then to the male that started to accompany her. “There. I did it. Let me up.”

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So how many pictures of Link did you have to delete from the Shiekah slate before you could leave it for him to get?

The Legends of the Past (no longer accepting!!)

   Zelda blinked as her cheeks and ears turned bright red. Then she looked away as she cleared her throat. “Too many to count. Once I had found out about the photo feature on the Slate, we had gotten a bit…excited. I may have gone overboard. Luckily, I wiped all but where we had our close moments.” She mumbled, dropping her gaze to her feet.

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Send 💬 + a rumor and my muse will react to it.

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Sickness starters!

( as requested by the lovely @zalemoonshadow )

❝You aren’t looking so hot.❞ 

❝Maybe you should sit down.❞

❝I think I need to sit down.❞

❝Just take it easy today.❞

❝No – no. We’re going home, right now.❞

❝Can we leave?❞

❝You just threw up 3 times, you’re not fine!❞

❝I’m fine. I think I’m done now.❞

❝Just let me take care of you. Why are you so stubborn?❞

❝We’re going to the pharmacy and then we’re going home.❞

❝My stomach isn’t feeling so great.❞

❝I think my stomach is trying to digest itself.❞

❝I think I just need some sleep.❞

❝Will you stay with me tonight?❞

❝I don’t want to get you sick.❞

❝You’re gonna get me sick!❞

❝Holy shit, you’re burning up.❞

❝I can’t stop sweating.❞

❝I can’t stop shivering.❞

❝Are you ever not sick?❞ 

❝How the hell are you still conscious right now? Your temp is almost 104.❞

❝Urgent care or ER? Those are your two options. We’re not staying here.❞

❝Do you want some tea?❞

❝I made you some tea.❞

❝I’m losing my voice.❞

❝I couldn’t get any sleep last night, I can’t breathe out of my nose.❞

❝Oh my god, you sound like Roz from Monsters Inc!❞

❝Bathroom. Now.❞

❝Bed. Now.❞

❝I’m not taking that medicine, it’s disgusting.❞

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less cringy NSFW/intimacy memes

ACTIONS: (add + to reverse who does the action)

✦ to finger my muse  ✧ to give my muse oral  ☆ to get caught doing something sexual in public ✻ to catch my muse masturbating  ✸ for a drabble about my muse having a sex dream about yours ❆ to tease my muse  ❁ for our muses first time  ✶ for something awkward to happen during sex ♢ for something to make our muses laugh during sex  ♤ for my muse to help yours undress  ☽ for my muse to have trouble taking off an article of clothing  ♧ to guide my muse’s hands where yours wants to be touched  ♜ for my muse to kiss an area where yours is insecure  ♞ my muse gets a cramp during sex ♦ my muse sneezes during sex ♟ my muse says the wrong name during sex ✪ for our muses to be intimate in nature © for morning sex  ✘ to eat food off of my muse  ♕ make your own scenario 

WORDS: 

“god, you look so good”  “fuck—” “i got you, baby”  “you’re being so good for me”  “i promise i’ll be a good”  “please”  “you have to be quiet if you want to cum”  “say please?”  “are you gonna be good for me?”  “shit— i have to pee” “wait, that hurts” “not there” “that feels so good”  “touch me here”  “did you just yawn?”  “you make me feel so good”  “do you like this?”  “i want to hear you when you cum”  “i’m so close”  “i need you”  “how much do you want to cum?” “turn around” “your fingers feel amazing” “i’m yours”  “you’re mine” “tell me you’re mine”  “you sound so pretty when you moan”  “harder” “wait—” “is this okay?” “say it again” “i love you”

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It’s Sinday! Send dirty anons for my muses to answer to!

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Extremely Exhausted Starters

“You. Rest. Now.”

“You took five steps and need to sit down again?”

“I’m absolutely fine, I just need to sit down.”

“I just need to sit-what do you mean I’m already laying down?”

“Your eyes aren’t focusing. Just close them for ten minutes.”

“Write one sentence on this piece of paper, and then I’ll let you up.”

“I just need a breather, that’s all. Maybe ten. No fifteen.”

“We’re both so exhausted we can’t even argue about not being exhausted.”

“When I said I needed five more minutes I meant it more like hours.”

“… no… I’m tired… let me sleep… I don’t want to get up.”

“We need to get out of the heat, you’re starting to look sick.”

“You can’t hide those shaking hands from me. You need to stop.”

“I’m just a little cold, I’m okay, really. Let me sit with a blanket or something.”

“Moving…? No I’m good thanks.”

“Gravity has a hold on me of which I have not the strength to break.”

“Was… was that actually there? That wasn’t there was it?”

“I’ve had no energy for three days.”

“You worked yourself so hard that you’ve been sentenced to three days of bed rest.”

“Listen I can… I can get up. It’s fine.”

“If we’re both in this state, we both really screwed up somewhere huh?”

“I have energy for exactly one more person of favourable standing, and going the hell to bed. With or without that person, bed is happening.”

“You’ve struggled to move anything for the last hour.”

“This is what happens when you over exert yourself.”

“You were almost dead from pushing it too far!”

“I went a little overboard sure… but I’m still alive. So shh.”

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  Zelda tensed a bit when the traveler commented to Nero’s answer. The blonde did shift behind Nero, only to peer over his shoulder. A normal traveler, something she had seen as she secretly went out to the town without her knight.

  But there was something weird. A feeling she had before, when she was at Kara Kara Bazaar. Her fingers twitched when the traveler revealed who they were as her foot shifted back to possibly run.

  Her eyes widen as she reached out to the male, trying to stop the Yiga from harming him. Yet, Nero was not even wincing in the pain. His right arm snapped out and cleared the area of the Yiga as she stared at him.

  Her eyes widen, just frozen in a moment that she couldn’t understand what had happened. Then her voice found her once more.

  “Nero, you’re hurt!” She gasped then squeaked as she instantly covered her mouth. Then she looked away. “You’re bleeding… You… You really need to see the town’s doctor.”

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  “If you have a way that could help us. Then perhaps.” She commented softly then looked down. “But this is something that I cannot ask any person to help, even if they claim they have experience. It’s my duty with my knight.”

  Zelda sighed as she reached up to touch her forehead. Blinking, she glanced to Nero then tilt her head a bit. “How could you help, Nero? Do you have experience with defeating things like this?” The princess asked as she looked at the male questioningly, blinking when someone called out to her.

  Arching a brow, she tensed then gripped the reigns tightly. “I don’t… know that man, Nero. He isn’t a guardsman to the town. Or my Knight nor my Father…” The blonde princess whispered, looking at the male.

Nero nodded to her question, opening his mouth to answer before pausing and turning towards the stranger, glancing back towards Zelda then towards the stranger. 

“Stay behind me,” he said as his left hand rose towards the Red Queen’s hilt and he walked forward.

“Do you have some business with the Princess?” Nero asked, trying to sound official as he looked at what he could only describe as a traveler, nothing special really jumped out at him…. which made him suspicious. A lot of demons disguised as humans did the same trick, making themselves as unnoticeable as possible.

“You aren’t by chance the Princess’s chosen knight are you?” the stranger asked.

“No i’m just filling in for the day,” he answered, his grip on the Red Queen tightening.

“A pity but an opportunity all the same, the Princess is so rarely unguarded,” the stranger said as a snear crossed their face. Suddenly they erupted in a puff of red smoke, two more appearing on Nero’s left and right.

Three figures in what Nero would describe as ‘ninja gear’ appeared, each wielding a sickle and each swung them at Nero, all three digging into him with a brief spray of blood that made the three assassins chuckle….. until Nero’s right arm snapped out, the giant spectral arm knocking the one to his right flying at least 20 feet away.

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im gonan go take a nap. its been a long day so I will be back in about like, two hours or something

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so... im not dead

just went...through a hiatus

but I am back

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@wildheroine 

  Zelda’s footsteps echoed in the hallway as she paced back and forth. Recently, her Father had fallen ill to a sickness that a guardsman had brought into the castle from a patrol of the town. And he had been sent to the infirmary. Which the poor princess paced in front of.

  Closing her eyes a bit, she collapsed to the ground as she held her head. It was her mother all over again! But this was worse. Her prayers were said on deaf ears for he power and now she risked being a Queen now.

  Panic was starting to set in as her body curled up on itself, letting out a soft whimper. A pathetic display, truly. Until she heard footsteps come to her, then halt. Shifting, she looked up to the source to see boots then her own Knight.

  Tears were in her blue eyes, tears of fear, when she spoke up. “Link–” Her voice cracked as it conveyed her panic.