#||muse: voe||

[mayxthexforce]

Get Your Diagnosis Here

Tagged by: @kylo-wrecked

Tagging: @mutatiio, @corruptedforce, @honorhunt, @commandsir, @warsavant, @galaccias, @pracses, @tacticalvalor, @thrawnur.

Voe

Voe has appeared! What to do?

Play dead

Brush off

Confess

Hug

[mayxthexforce]

@kylo-wrecked

normalize being divorced without ever being married or having a romantic relationship or even necessarily mutually liking each other at all in the first place

[unironicallycringe]

man I just kinda sometimes think about how they wrote canon gerudo Like That and then I'm like "whew, glad I have fanfiction so that I can pretend the gerudo are Not Like That"

[kylo-wrecked]

🖤 from Voe :3c

{ from this meme }

attractiveness:

repulsive / hideous / ugly / not attractive / unappealing / not unattractive / meh / no preference / ok / mildly attractive / nice looking / cute / adorable / attractive / pleasant on the eyes / good looking / hot / sexy / beautiful / gorgeous / hot damn / would tap that / perfect / godlike / holy fuck there are no words.

personality:

grating / irritating / frustrating / boring / confusing at best / awkward / unreasonable / psychotic / disturbing / interesting / engaging / affectionate / aggressive / ambitious / anxious / artistic / bad tempered / bossy / charismatic / appealing / unappealing / creative / courageous / dependable / unreliable / unpredictable / predictable / devious / dim / extroverted / introverted / egotistical / gregarious / fabulous / impulsive / intelligent / sympathetic / talkative / up beat / peaceful / calming / badass / flexible.

how likely they would have sex with them:

not if they were the last person on earth and the world was ending!!! / fuck no!!!! / never / no way / not likely / not sure / indifferent / I’m asexual / maybe / probably / it depends / fairly likely / likely / yeah sure / yes / would tap that / hell yes / fuck yes! / wishing that could happen right now / as many times as possible / we are already having sex.

level of friendship:

never in a million years / worst of enemies / enemies / rivals / indifferent / neutral / acquaintance / friendly toward each other / casual friends / friends / good friends / best friends / fuck buddies / bosom buddies / practically the same person / would die for them / true friends / my only friend.

first impression of them:

i hate them so much / i don’t like them / i don’t trust them / they annoy me / they’re weird / I’m indifferent / meh / they seem alright / they’re growing on me / truce / I think I like them / I like them / I’m not sure if I trust them / I trust them / they’re cool / they’re genuine / I think we’re going to get along / I really like them / I think I’m in love / oh fuck they’re hot / I love them.

current impression of them:

i hate them so much / i don’t like them / i don’t trust them / they annoy me / they’re weird / I’m indifferent / meh / they seem alright / they’re growing on me / truce / I think I like them / I like them / I’m not sure if I trust them / I trust them / they’re cool / they’re genuine / I think we’re going to get along / I really like them / I think I’m in love / oh fuck they’re hot / I love them.

Voe: I hate you. >:T

Ren: I know. :)

[mayxthexforce]

Muses As Teenagers

Tagged by: @kylo-wrecked (THANK YOUUUU 🤗)

Tagging: anyone who wants to do it!

Voe Markona

[mayxthexforce]

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@kylo-wrecked

@mutatiio

@nieithryn

@corruptedforce

@sithisms

real

[mayxthexforce]

What's Your Role In A Found Family Dynamic?

Tagged by: @kylo-wrecked (thank you! 💕)

Tagging: @corruptedforce, @galaccias, @ofthestcrs, @protectxthem, @foundjarin, @honorhunt, and anyone else who wants to do it!

Bossk

the silent sufferer you love your friends, but the truth is, you go through most of the real things alone. it's better that no one sees you like this. you'll be fine, really, because you're used to feeling this way. it'll pass. it always does. that's what you believe, anyway. you're more likely to give someone advice on a lesson you've learned without telling them how you learned it. you've come to realize that, if they're coming to you for advice, they'll be too preoccupied to ask. it stings, but it's... that's just the way feelings work sometimes. when you're around others, most of these problems seem to vanish, and you're better able to love the person you are. only on the worst days do you continue to hear that insistent whisper that it's, "all a lie because they don't know what's *really* going on." it's not a lie. you are loved. those moments together are real. there are times when you can afford not to be so strong.

Cal Kestis

the brains people are not so much your forte. you are more at home with thoughts, ideas, hobbies, skills. as such, you probably have to learn how to work well with others--but once you do, hey, it has its moments. while you are treasured for your ability to solve problems, people also have this unique love of novelty. when you break from your schedule, when you say something no one is expecting--that's novel. you are as curious and lovable as the subjects you study. you are family. this place is not the same without your witty comments and wry observations. you definitely feel more comfortable when someone needs a straightforward answer than a shoulder to cry on, but it's not impossible to give both. know that your family loves you for more than that, though, and will (usually) remember to respect your boundaries.

Galen Marek

the brains people are not so much your forte. you are more at home with thoughts, ideas, hobbies, skills. as such, you probably have to learn how to work well with others--but once you do, hey, it has its moments. while you are treasured for your ability to solve problems, people also have this unique love of novelty. when you break from your schedule, when you say something no one is expecting--that's novel. you are as curious and lovable as the subjects you study. you are family. this place is not the same without your witty comments and wry observations. you definitely feel more comfortable when someone needs a straightforward answer than a shoulder to cry on, but it's not impossible to give both. know that your family loves you for more than that, though, and will (usually) remember to respect your boundaries.

Goran Beviin

the protective one it does not require much for you to take someone under your wing. you have a knack for seeing the best in others and rooting for them, and they look up to you in turn. they feel that you are safe to go to in times of chaos or strife, and are calmed by your presence. you take extra measures to make sure everyone feels supported. things that others might not even consider, you have already likely accounted for. in most scenarios, you are "the leader." your struggles tend to come from your desire to provide things to others. you want to give, to see those you love happy, to make wherever you are a place of comfort. your failures hit you hard because you see this as your responsibility, and you hate to let people down. ...okay, yes, there's no avoiding it: this is the parent friend.

Kad Solus

the hermit who helps at first, you were a resource for the established characters to turn to, but you quickly began to steal the show due to your personality, your usefulness, or your inherently interesting perspective on life. you were pretty much already able to provide for yourself, but the next thing you know, these people are growing on you. instead of asking favors, it becomes an invitation to socialize. you find yourself sticking around for no apparent reason other than you like it here. the people are fun to watch, if nothing else, but ultimately they're just--oh no. oh no, you care about them. you always thought you stayed away from this "relationship" stuff for a reason. it gets messy and isn't worth it unless it really works. for some reason, this group really works. these weirdos are now your weirdos, and if anything happens to them, there will be hell to pay. you were basically already looking after them before this, after all. welcome to the family, hermit.

Leia Organa

the brains people are not so much your forte. you are more at home with thoughts, ideas, hobbies, skills. as such, you probably have to learn how to work well with others--but once you do, hey, it has its moments. while you are treasured for your ability to solve problems, people also have this unique love of novelty. when you break from your schedule, when you say something no one is expecting--that's novel. you are as curious and lovable as the subjects you study. you are family. this place is not the same without your witty comments and wry observations. you definitely feel more comfortable when someone needs a straightforward answer than a shoulder to cry on, but it's not impossible to give both. know that your family loves you for more than that, though, and will (usually) remember to respect your boundaries.

Luke Skywalker

the "comic relief" yes, alright, you tell your jokes and do your bits. you break awkward silences and sing silly songs. but what about when you're not keeping the levity? what else makes up the person who makes others feel good? you're kind. you connect with people. you hate to see others sad. you have a vice or two--who doesn't--but the point is, you are the epitome of what it is to be human, and you are able to encompass the absolutely zany improbability of life as we know it. people are comforted by you. they cherish your spirit and relate to you. but it can be difficult when you're not laughing. comedy becomes a wall to keep worse feelings out, or in. a person who feels any emotion to the extreme will undoubtedly feel others the same way. laughing is great, but... perhaps a big reason you appreciate your family is because there's something you can't stand in a silence.

Medrit Vasur

the protective one it does not require much for you to take someone under your wing. you have a knack for seeing the best in others and rooting for them, and they look up to you in turn. they feel that you are safe to go to in times of chaos or strife, and are calmed by your presence. you take extra measures to make sure everyone feels supported. things that others might not even consider, you have already likely accounted for. in most scenarios, you are "the leader." your struggles tend to come from your desire to provide things to others. you want to give, to see those you love happy, to make wherever you are a place of comfort. your failures hit you hard because you see this as your responsibility, and you hate to let people down. ...okay, yes, there's no avoiding it: this is the parent friend.

Merrin

the brains people are not so much your forte. you are more at home with thoughts, ideas, hobbies, skills. as such, you probably have to learn how to work well with others--but once you do, hey, it has its moments. while you are treasured for your ability to solve problems, people also have this unique love of novelty. when you break from your schedule, when you say something no one is expecting--that's novel. you are as curious and lovable as the subjects you study. you are family. this place is not the same without your witty comments and wry observations. you definitely feel more comfortable when someone needs a straightforward answer than a shoulder to cry on, but it's not impossible to give both. know that your family loves you for more than that, though, and will (usually) remember to respect your boundaries.

Sabé

the silent sufferer you love your friends, but the truth is, you go through most of the real things alone. it's better that no one sees you like this. you'll be fine, really, because you're used to feeling this way. it'll pass. it always does. that's what you believe, anyway. you're more likely to give someone advice on a lesson you've learned without telling them how you learned it. you've come to realize that, if they're coming to you for advice, they'll be too preoccupied to ask. it stings, but it's... that's just the way feelings work sometimes. when you're around others, most of these problems seem to vanish, and you're better able to love the person you are. only on the worst days do you continue to hear that insistent whisper that it's, "all a lie because they don't know what's *really* going on." it's not a lie. you are loved. those moments together are real. there are times when you can afford not to be so strong.

Tahiri Veila

Pre-Shaping

the protective one it does not require much for you to take someone under your wing. you have a knack for seeing the best in others and rooting for them, and they look up to you in turn. they feel that you are safe to go to in times of chaos or strife, and are calmed by your presence. you take extra measures to make sure everyone feels supported. things that others might not even consider, you have already likely accounted for. in most scenarios, you are "the leader." your struggles tend to come from your desire to provide things to others. you want to give, to see those you love happy, to make wherever you are a place of comfort. your failures hit you hard because you see this as your responsibility, and you hate to let people down. ...okay, yes, there's no avoiding it: this is the parent friend.

Post-Shaping

the silent sufferer you love your friends, but the truth is, you go through most of the real things alone. it's better that no one sees you like this. you'll be fine, really, because you're used to feeling this way. it'll pass. it always does. that's what you believe, anyway. you're more likely to give someone advice on a lesson you've learned without telling them how you learned it. you've come to realize that, if they're coming to you for advice, they'll be too preoccupied to ask. it stings, but it's... that's just the way feelings work sometimes. when you're around others, most of these problems seem to vanish, and you're better able to love the person you are. only on the worst days do you continue to hear that insistent whisper that it's, "all a lie because they don't know what's *really* going on." it's not a lie. you are loved. those moments together are real. there are times when you can afford not to be so strong.

Trace Martez

the hermit who helps at first, you were a resource for the established characters to turn to, but you quickly began to steal the show due to your personality, your usefulness, or your inherently interesting perspective on life. you were pretty much already able to provide for yourself, but the next thing you know, these people are growing on you. instead of asking favors, it becomes an invitation to socialize. you find yourself sticking around for no apparent reason other than you like it here. the people are fun to watch, if nothing else, but ultimately they're just--oh no. oh no, you care about them. you always thought you stayed away from this "relationship" stuff for a reason. it gets messy and isn't worth it unless it really works. for some reason, this group really works. these weirdos are now your weirdos, and if anything happens to them, there will be hell to pay. you were basically already looking after them before this, after all. welcome to the family, hermit.

Voe

the silent sufferer you love your friends, but the truth is, you go through most of the real things alone. it's better that no one sees you like this. you'll be fine, really, because you're used to feeling this way. it'll pass. it always does. that's what you believe, anyway. you're more likely to give someone advice on a lesson you've learned without telling them how you learned it. you've come to realize that, if they're coming to you for advice, they'll be too preoccupied to ask. it stings, but it's... that's just the way feelings work sometimes. when you're around others, most of these problems seem to vanish, and you're better able to love the person you are. only on the worst days do you continue to hear that insistent whisper that it's, "all a lie because they don't know what's *really* going on." it's not a lie. you are loved. those moments together are real. there are times when you can afford not to be so strong.

[mayxthexforce]

Where Does Your Power Lie?

Tagged by: @mutatiio (thanks! 💕)

Tagging: @honorhunt, @corruptedforce, @crowsandmurder (Obi-Wan), @galaccias (Rex, Cody, Fox, Fordo, Boba), @ofthestcrs (Ben/Kylo) @protectxthem (Boba), @foundjarin, @kylo-wrecked, and anyone else who wants to do it!

Bossk

the guts

you just know, don't you? you feel everything so deeply. your power is instinctual, primal. your power is only ever obvious when you need it to be, but it's never failed you. you always know when something has turned sour, you can always feel the shift in the atmosphere. you just do.

Cal

the eyes

you are always looking. ahead, back, up, down. you can see all the possibilities, all the consequences, all the stars. your power is steady, squinting, taking everything in. your power is glaring, shining. your strength is in tears of happiness, sorrow, anger, fear. your strength is in your ability to dream, to understand. and you are never the first to blink.

Feral

the legs

you are rooted. you know where you want to go. your strength is in your resolve, your determination. your power is running, dancing, resolute, trudging. your strength can weather storms and climb mountains. you cannot be moved unless you choose to, but if you so choose, you cannot be stopped.

Goran

the blood

oh it courses through you. your power is never outside of your periphery. it is always there, rushing and freezing and boiling. your strength is in how well you know yourself, and your abilities. you are acutely aware of your energy, and what bleeds you.

Leia

the blood

oh it courses through you. your power is never outside of your periphery. it is always there, rushing and freezing and boiling. your strength is in how well you know yourself, and your abilities. you are acutely aware of your energy, and what bleeds you.

Luke

the lungs

breathe, just breathe. whether it's to calm yourself or raise your voice, your control has always been your strength. in, out. you feel, you observe, you hold it in, and you release that which you cannot use. and you sing. and you sing.

Merrin

the mouth

sharp teeth, sharper tongue, all growl and bark and bite, bite, bite. your power is gritted teeth and set jaws, quick and powerful words, decisive actions. everything you do is so personal and vulnerable - the way you love, the way you are loved, the way you attack, the way you drink in and feast on life

Quinlan

the guts

you just know, don't you? you feel everything so deeply. your power is instinctual, primal. your power is only ever obvious when you need it to be, but it's never failed you. you always know when something has turned sour, you can always feel the shift in the atmosphere. you just do.

Sabé

the legs

you are rooted. you know where you want to go. your strength is in your resolve, your determination. your power is running, dancing, resolute, trudging. your strength can weather storms and climb mountains. you cannot be moved unless you choose to, but if you so choose, you cannot be stopped.

Trace

the hands

you can almost physically hold your power. creation comes easily to you, but so does destruction. your strength is in your physical interaction with the world. everything is so tactile. you push and you pull and you strike and you caress and you pray and you hold, hold, hold.

Voe

the guts

you just know, don't you? you feel everything so deeply. your power is instinctual, primal. your power is only ever obvious when you need it to be, but it's never failed you. you always know when something has turned sour, you can always feel the shift in the atmosphere. you just do.

[savesgalaxy]

xiv

[mayxthexforce]

@kylo-wrecked

F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Debutante

[mikrokosmcs]

sang  daejeong  -  humano  -  21  años  -  28  de  octubre  del  2001  -  escorpio  -  estudiante  de  traducción  e  interprete  /  heredero  de  mafia key  words:  mimado,  temperamental,  atencional  y  agresivo biografía universo  alterno:

tba

[nkirukaj]

Deerly Beloved (16)

Pairing: Alastor x Fem! OC

Warnings: Swearing; Sexual Activities

Genre: Fluff/Angst (& Humor!)

Word Count: 4.2K

16. As Long As You Are You

“Hello, and welcome back,” Voe’s voice flowed soft and mellifluously into the mic. She was certain the audience could hear the large grin on her face, but hopefully couldn’t hear her stifling moans as Alastor buried his tongue deep into her cunt “A reminder, this show has been brought to you by the Radio Demon, now please enjoy some free form jazz,”

She presses the button to play one of Alastor’s pre-loaded records, then pushes Alastor’s head further into her crotch. His tongue circles her clit as she leans back on the station’s window. 

“Alastor!” She whispers “You’re on the air!”

He comes up for air, “It’s my show, my dear. I can do what I like,” and returns to his activities. He flicked his tongue back and forth on her clit

“Uhhh Alastor!”

“Say my name as many times as you like darling,”

“Are you sure about-“

Alastor comes up and pins her up against the window “Ask me if I’m sure again and see what happens,”

“Is that a threat?”

“It’s a promise,” he leans in and connects to his wife at the lips. She slips her tongue into his mouth and explores it, her hands running through his hair and legs wrapped around his waist.

“But this is your show, your favorite thing in the world,” she tells him as he pulls away to kiss her neck

“The moment you walked in, you became my favorite thing in the world,” he answers between kisses

She was wearing her old clothes today; she still loved her pink, but because of her weight loss, the clothes sagged on her a bit, all the easier for Alastor to take them off her. Her halter top slipped right off, exposing her lack of a bra. Alastor attacked her breast with his teeth, nibbling and sucking on both her nipples at once

“Yes, that keep doing that,” Voe moans

He sucks as hard as can be on her nipples, leaving them puffy and sore and her breast riddled with bites. Alastor removes his pants and boxers and lines up with her soaking cavity. “I’ve never done this with anyone else,” he tells her

“You better not have,” she pulls him in for another kiss.

He thrusts into her at a steady rate, knocking her back into the glass over and over again. 

“Harder,” she tells him

“Any harder and you’ll go through the window,”

Voe grabs Alastor by the collar “Knock me through this window Alastor so that you can fuck me in the sky,” she growls

Alastor widens his eyes, his grin growing and glowing. He increases his pace and watches her breasts bounce, and her back hits the window with great force, so great that it cracks the window slightly.

“Alastor cum inside me, please! Please!” she screams at the top of her lungs

“As you wish,” he whispers in her ear, cumming all over her walls as they clench around his cock, leaking all over the control panel. Voe reflexively kicks the mic as her legs tremble but stops suddenly when she hears the feedback.

“Alastor,” she whispers

“Yes, my love?” he asks, high on bliss, with his eyes lidded

“Is there music playing?”

He stops to listen and grins “No,” 

“Is the mic on?”

He removes himself from her and picks up the mic “Yes,” he answers, placing it back on the shelf where it belongs

Voe’s face turns red with realization “Does that mean that…”

Alasltor sits down and speaks into the microphone, “This concludes our segment on myself and my wife’s passion, which from this moment forward will never be questioned again. Now, please enjoy some jazz. “ He actually pushes the button to play the music this time while Voe covers her face. 

“How are you not embarrassed?” she asks

He wraps his arms around her “We just showed them our love, why would I be embarrassed about that? You, however, should be embarrassed about your lack of skill around a radio station,” he smirks at her

“Well, perhaps if I had been up there more often, I would know how to work the buttons,” 

“Perhaps,” he muses “But now you know what not to do,”

She pushes his chest, pulling him in for another kiss. Their foreheads touch as they stare into each other’s eyes when there’s a knock at the door.

“What?” Alastor says, sounding irritated

“You have a visitor!” Charlie and her light, cheery voice answered

Willie waited in the hotel parlor for Alastor to come down. She had brought some toys for the children. She hadn’t seen them in a while and wanted to make sure they didn’t forget her. She tapped her fingers on her thigh, waiting for Alastor to arrive. When he did, she popped up, happy to see him but startled by the presence of the pink-haired, short, and thick angel that approached behind him.

“Alastor! And who is-“

“Hello! I’m Voe! I go by Voe the Beau down here; I wouldn’t be surprised if you’ve heard of me from my lives,”

Willie looks to the side “Oh no, I’m not really into that technology,”

Voe smiles and squints at the same time, betraying anger and distrust

“Well, I’m Willie!”

Voe’s eyes widen and squint once more “You’re Willie?”

“So you’ve heard of me?”

“That’s not a good thing,”

Willie looks back at Alastor, who’s staring down at his wife, and clicks her tongue “Well I brought gifts for the kids,”

“Oh yeah, about that,” Voe says “I think that needs to stop,” she nods passively aggressively

Willie raises her hands in surrender “I get it, this will be my last gift. And just to let you know, you’re a very beautiful woman, and you have nothing to be jealous-“

Voe gives her a beauty pageant smile “Jealous? Why would I be jealous?”

Willie puts up her hand “No reason to be jealous. Me and Alastor are just friends,”

Voe turns to Alastor “Did she just put her hand in my face?”

“I suppose?”

“I will take these,” she grabs the bags from Willie’s hands “And you can see yourself out, all right?”

Willie puts her hands up again “I can read the room. See you Alastor,”

“No I don’t think you will,” Voe mutters under her breath

“Bye, y’all,” she says to everyone else.

They stand in place until Willie leaves the hotel.

Voe wipes her forehead. “Good thing that’s over! Kids! I’ve got gifts!”

“Well, I should be off!” Alastor announces

“Kiss!” Voe calls for him

Alastor leans down and gives her a peck that she turns into a makeout session

“Okay, okay! Get a room!” Angel calls from the parlor

“Bye,” she waves flirtatiously

“Goodbye, my dear,”

When Alastor finally left, Angel shook his head and clicked his tongue disapprovingly

Voe turns toward him “What?”

“I’m disappointed in you,”

Voe sits on the couch in the parlor “Why?”

“Why do you treat her like that? She’s been nothing but nice to your kids, and she did keep Smiles company,”

“Yeah, that’s someone that I want around,” she rolls her eyes

“What do you mean? Like what? She didn’t do anything!”

Voe leans closer “They had a moment Angel! I want no more of that!”

“It wasn’t a moment; I don’t know what Cherri’s talking about. And she didn’t say what happened after that! They talked about how they would rather just be friends, even if you didn’t come back!”

She crosses her arms “I don’t know, I saw how she looked at him,”

“That’s just a look! She looked at me like that too! She looked at you like that!”

Voe blushes “I don’t know, I don’t know,”

“Voe, get your act together,” He stares disapprovingly “This is not cute,” and goes back to his phone

Voe strolled into the room where the babies were kept, just to check on her kin. They seemed to be asleep so Voe was going to quietly exit the room. She didn’t want to disturb them, didn’t want to make any more wrong moves, but she wondered how long it would take for them to finally know her. 

“Hi!” Came from the room after she had exited. Voe turned around to see Vernie sitting up in his little cot. “Hi!” He says again

“Hi,” Voe responds, coming back into the room

“What you do?” 

“I was just checking in on you guys to see if you were doing okay,”

“Why?”

“Cuz I’m your Momma, that’s my job,” she smiles at him and boops his nose

“If you, Momma, why you leave?” Vernie asked her

Voe is taken aback by the question “What?”

“If you my Momma why you leave?”

“You remember that?”

Vernie puts his fingers in his mouth

“Well, I don’t know why I left. I didn’t want to. I wanted to stay and be here, with you but….” She doesn’t finish her statement. What could she even say that a two-year-old could comprehend? “I love you,”

Vernie removes the fingers  from his mouth “You left cuz you love me?” 

“No! Just… I’m back because I love you,”

“Okay,” he reaches for her, wanting upsies, and she picks him up. “Momma,” he says, putting his hand on her face. Voe is so overcome with emotion that she starts to tear up, not even aware or caring that his saliva is on her face. “Hi, baby,” she says, kissing his forehead. 

Alastor sat in Willie’s house and drank his coffee from a teacup. Willie chuckles as Alastor crosses his legs and she sits across from him. 

“What’s so funny my dear?”

“You being here, knowing how your wife feels about me,”

“Whatever do you mean?”

Willie raises her eyebrow and stares at him skeptically “You know your wife is jealous, right?”

“But she said she wasn’t!”

She laughs “So?”

“I know my wife quite well Willie,”

“And I a jealous woman when I see one,”

Alastor sits up “And what exactly would she be jealous of?”

Willie shrugs “I don’t know, but I’m happy to have you here but I’m not sure if you should be here until you talk to wife about it,”

“What’s there to talk about?”

“Alastor talk to your wife,”

He sighs, placing the cup back down “We just got back into a groove, I don’t want us to fight again,”

“You don’t have to fight, just talk to her,”

“Perhaps she doesn’t have to know…”

“Alastor talk to your wife!”

What was wrong with her? She was a feminist, this was so not her, or was it? Why had she acted that way towards another woman? She would hate it if someone acted that way towards her. Not a girl’s girl, she would say. Voe was a girl’s girl through and through. Why was she acting nasty toward the other woman? If there was any vitriol to be had, it should be directed toward Alastor, but she had no ill feelings towards him. Was she letting this man define her afterlife? She was determined, this man would not change her!

“Angel,” she called for the spider. “Angel?” She found him chatting with Cherri Bomb and took in a deep breath, knowing that she’d have to deal with her now “Angel,”

He turns his head toward her “Hey,” he waves as Cherri rolls her eye

“You were right about everything with Willie, if I should be mad at anybody it should be him,”

“Of course I’m right, now what you gonna do about it?”

“Cry?” Cherri whispers

Voe turns to Cherri after trying to ignore her “What?”

“What? I was just saying get your emotions out. Cry, like always,” the last part she says under her breath

“See? There you go again, say it out loud!”

“I didn’t say nothing,” she looks away from the doe

Voe takes a few steps forward “Angel, get her before I have to,”

Cherri stands with her fists balled “And what do you mean by that?”

Angel stands between the two of them “Nothing,” he grabs Cherri’s shoulders “She didn’t mean nothing,”

“No, I’m tired of you, Cherri Bomb! What is your problem, you Cyclops wannabe diva?”

“What did you just call me?”

Angel whispers to Cherri, “Well, you are a Cyclops,”

“Yeah I guess,” she crosses her arms “I don’t have a problem,”

“Yeah, you do. Every time I’m in the room you have something nasty to say,”

“I do not!”

“Ya kinda do, ya whisper stuff under ya breath. Ya think I don’t hear that?” Angel agreed

“What what? Whatd’ya want from me huh?” Cherri flails her arms around “Want me to sit here and talk about my feelings?”

Voe nods “Yes, actually,”

“I’m not doing that, let’s go, Angel,” she grabs the spider’s wrist

Angel pulls back “Actually, I think you should. Or else…”

“Or else what..?”

“We may have to take a break,” Angel starts tearing up

“A break?”

Angel wipes his eyes “Yeah,”

Cherri turned glassy-eyed. “All right, fine! I’ll talk about my feelings! Fuck!”

“Ha! Got you!,” Angel stops crying and smiles, “Now stay in here and talk!” Angel kneels and grabs Fat Nuggets “I don’t trust y’all around him,” and exits, slamming the door behind him.

The two women sit in silence, arms crossed and looking away from each other. Voe wonders what is going on in Cherri Bomb’s head. She had never done anything to this woman, yet here she sat with the audacity to dislike her. It made no sense, Voe was the best!

“So you’re not gonna say anything?” She asked the Cyclops

“You haven’t said anything either,”

Voe snaps her head in Cherri’s direction “I’m not the one with the problem, now am I?”

“Clearly you are, cuz your big mouth got to where we are, didn’t it?”

Voe squints at Cherri without saying anything for about two beats, then turns around fully “I just don’t get why you don’t like me, I mean I didn’t do anything!”

Cherri snorts and laughs “I just don’t get why you have to hog Angel all the time,”

“Wait what? That’s why you don’t like me? Cuz I’m friends with Angel?”

Cherri whips around “NO. Not because you’re friends with Angel, because you’re hogging Angel. I mean when does he have time for me? You’re trying to replace me and I know it,”

Voe laughs “No, I’m not! And even if I was, he’s made it very clear that I can’t. I’m in second-best bitch; you’re the first. I’m just around him a lot because he lives here, and you don’t,”

Cherri gives Voe the side eye “Why’s he always helping you and not me?”

“I don’t know, maybe because you’re always talking about how you don’t need anybody? Maybe you’d get help if we knew you needed it. Why don’t you just come to the Hotel, it’s not like it’s gonna double kill you,” 

“Eh,”

Voe shrugs “I really don’t care either way, you just need to stop talking shit before this turns into a fight and trust me, I will win,”

Cherri squints at her “I’m a great fighter, Miss Prissy Princess,”

“And before I was mis prissy princess, I was knocking bitches out. Let’s not make you one of those bitches, okay?” she taps on Cherri’s knee, which is quickly pulled away

“You threatening me?”

Voe shakes her head gently “No, no, no! Not at all, I’m just telling you the truth, because you seem to think that you can say whatever you want and I won’t do anything. Nothing has to happen if you stop mumbling under your breath,” She smiles

Cherri moves back “Sounds like a threat to me,”

“Oh, you neurotypicals, always looking for some secret meaning.” She waves the other woman off “I meant exactly what I said,” she sits back “Look Cherri, we don’t have to be friends, but if we’re both gonna be friends with Angel, which we are because I’m not going anywhere, we must be civil,”

“All right,”

“So I promise not to ‘hog’ Angel if you promise not to talk any more shit about me,”

Cherri uncrosses her arms “Fine,” Voe puts her hand out to be shaken “You’re not gonna try and take my soul are you?”

Voe laughs “Of course not! I’m not my husband!” Cherri shakes her hand “Besides, if I wanted your soul, I wouldn’t have to trick you to get it,” she winks

“You’re still weird,” Cherri smirks

“I’ve owned it,” Voe grins back

“My dear, I need to speak with you,” Alastor stands beside Voe as she edits a video

Voe looks up from her laptop. “What’s up, babe?”

“We must talk about Willie,”

Voe’s left eye twitches as she looks back down. She meant what she said about feeling bad, but she didn’t think that this discussion would come so quickly. 

“I was talking to her and she said that you were jealous of her,”

“I am not jealous of her!” She pauses “Wait, you were talking to her? When?” 

“A few days ago,”

“You went to go see her? Without telling me?” her eye twitches again

“Yes,”

She blinks rapidly “Why would you do that?”

“I didn’t think I needed to run every one of my decisions by you, my dear. I’m a grown man,”

She squints “That’s not the point Alastor,”

He waves her off “Anyway, I would like to know why you have issues with Willie,”

“I don’t”

“So why is she under the impression that you’re jealous,”

She rolls her eyes “I’m not jealous of her,”

“But you are jealous?”

She doesn’t answer but looks away from him. ���I just don’t want her here in your radio station staring into your eyes or buying gifts for my kids!

“Why? You didn’t get them any gifts,”

Husker sat behind the bar rubbing his forehead “Boss,” he called for Alastor 

“Hmm?”

Husk gestures for him to come and then whispers something in his ear 

“What?” Alastor responds, “Well, that doesn’t make any sense! What do you know, Husker?!”

Husk looks at Voe and shrugs, “I tried,” and goes back to cleaning the bar

“Alastor, she’s not your wife and not their mother. I heard you were trying to replace me!”

“Well, you were gone! And I didn’t know when or if you were coming back!”

She leans back in her chair “So it’s true? I didn’t hear that I all, I made that up,”

Alastor shakes his head “Please don’t turn this into a fight,”

“So you see her as a viable replacement for me?”

“NO!” 

All the movement in the room stops. Voe blinks slowly; she folds her hands onto her lap. Alastor turns to Husk and glares, Husk knowing that’s his cue to leave. Alastor closes Voe’s laptop and tosses it away, kneeling in front of her. 

“No one could ever replace you, and I don’t even know why I tried. I never would have married her. I would rather be lonely and bitter forever than try to replace you. So you have no need to be jealous. I’ve never felt love before you, and there is no after,”

She looks down at him and smiles “You are so different than when I met you,”

He tilted his head “You changed me,”

“Hopefully not completely,” she smirks and leans down to kiss him

The children are playing again, and Voe is watching them. Aly, Vernie, and Juno. Adrian is sitting on the couch next to her on his phone. She thought about how she cried for this just a few months ago and how all she wanted was for her kids to know her. Since then, she’d gotten Juno and Adrian, but she still had no such luck with Alyson, who still pulled away when Voe reached for her and wouldn’t call her ‘Momma. She was very attached to her father, which made sense given how much he spoiled her, but she would not recognize Voe’s authority. There had to be a way to crack her; she was just a little girl. 

“Be careful,” she says to them since they’re grabbing at each other. Voe watches and sees how rough they play, getting scared that they might hurt each other. She slides down to the floor and sits amongst them “Can I play with you?” she asks

The twins stare at her and huddle up together while Juno plops in her lap and climbs onto her back

“Mom, can I climb on your back?” Adrian asks

She turns and looks back at him “What? No!”

“Oh but they get to do whatever they want,” he mumbles under his breath and crosses his arms

Vernie points up at Voe  “Das Momma!”

“No, das Lady!” Aly disagrees 

“I wan Momma to play,” he crosses his arms

“Okay, Vernie gosh!” she rolled her eyes at her brother

Voe looked down at her daughter, where had she gotten such attitude from? It must have been Alastor. “So I can play?”

Vernie nods, and Aly crawls up her leg and sits on her lap, Voe outstretches her arms and ALy stares at her before digging her teeth deep into the flesh of her left arm.

“Ow ow ow ow Alastor! Alastor!! ALASTOR!!!”

He appears next to her “What do you need, my dear?” He looks down at Aly, biting his wife’s arm “Oh,” he says inquisitively. He grabs Alyson and begins to pull.

“Ow ow ow ow, that hurts, you’re pulling skin!!”

“Hmm, her teeth are in deep,” he states like it’s not obvious. He sits down on the floor with them “Now, Aly, take your teeth out of your mother’s arm” 

Aly looks up at her father and stares blankly 

“You do not bite your mother,”

Aly took her teeth out to say, “But das lady!” Blood was all over her mouth. She almost got back to biting before Alastor moved her.

“Look at me,” he says to the toddler “That is your mother,”

“Hmm!” she said crossing her arms

“I know what that attitude means, time for bed,”

Voe looks down at the wound gushing blood from her arm “Alastor, please, help,”

He puts Aly down and examines the wound. He licks up her arm, catching the blood on his tongue.

“Gross,” Adrian comments and flicks Aly on the forehead

Alastor turns to the teen with radio dials in his eyes 

“All right, I’m gone!” he says, leaving the parlor “C’mon Vernie, I’ll put you to bed,”

“Take Alyson as well,”

“No!” he runs up the stairs before Alastor can do anything in response, and the twins go after him

Once Alastor is done with the snack of his wife’s blood, he summons some disinfectant that he haphazardly pours on the wound.

“Ouch! Thanks for pouring that after you licked it,” she gives him a small laugh

“Of course,” he tells her as he wraps up the wound. 

“It was kinda hot,” she confesses, giving her husband a little wink

“Every day I wait for the thing about me that scares you off,” he slaps her arm after wrapping it up

Voe winces and then says, “Come here, let me tell you a secret,” The tall demon approaches at the behest of the shorter one and leans down so his ear is near her mouth, where she whispers, “I will love you for as long as you are you,”

“We haven’t talked in a while have we?”

“Nope! I missed our talks,”

“As do I Lucifer,”

He pours her a cup of tea “How are you? The last time we talked, you weren’t doing so well,”

“I’m doing well, actually, thanks for asking,”

He looks down at her bandaged arm “You’re doing well?”

“Yeah I am,” she laughs “That’s courtesy of Alyson, I guess that’s her idea of a game,”

“Oh, well you’re bonding with your children, that’s good,”

“I know! It took a lot to get us to this point, and thank you for all the help you offered while I was gone, I don’t think you ever got a proper thanks for that,”

He sips his tea “Yup, you should probably tell your husband that,”

“Oh, he’s never going to thank you,” and they laugh together “I’m happy now, but what a shame that it took this long,”

“Sometimes you have to go through it to get to the happy part, especially down here,”

“If I had never gone to Heaven this wouldn’t have happened. My kids would know me and my husband wouldn’t have been off trying to find a ‘replacement’.”

“Y-yeah well, yeah,” he doesn’t really know what to say “Well you got redeemed, that’s good! You’re an angel now!”

“But was it even worth it? To deprive a mother of her children, I never would have thought a Seraphim that cruel,”

Lucifer looks around the room “Yeah, well, they’re pretty tricky. I mean, look at me, am I right? I used to be up there; now I’m down here!”

But Voe wasn’t listening; she had formed an idea in her mind that she couldn’t remove, and Lucifer would never believe what came out of her mouth next.

“I’m gonna fight Sera,”

[imaginethezeldaverse]

To the anon that had asked me last month about writing Yunobo and being put in a mating press............................

 I’m sorry this took me so long - truthfully I needed to build up the courage to write this holy fuck cause it was overwhelming to think about. I also lost the ask as I was writing this because Chrome decided not to cooperate which is why I don’t have the original ask on this post. Uhhhh...yeah! Allow me to lay my thirst below the cut oh my asdja. Let’s see what happens when you take a much more confident Tears of the Kingdom Yunobo, and pair that with a sprinkle of breeding and a full-on mating press 🥴 Hint: Something incredibly nasty. Reader is written female/afab because this lowkey self-indulgent bye 💗

It was a passing conversation. Something he swore he didn't mean to eavesdrop on, but in all fairness you weren't that far away from his particular earshot. You'd been chatting with Ramella who had just gotten back into town from her home in the Gerudo desert. He recalled hearing your squeal and at first thought something was wrong, but as he rounded the corner he realized it was a sound of embarrassed delight. "I'm telling you - you must ask your rock voe to hold you in a mating press while you passionately embrace. Ashai swears it's a delightful position," Ramella muses loudly at the way you're already blushing. "A-And it won't hurt when he pushes my knees toward my chest like that?" you stuttered, starting to swelter at the idea. The Gerudo merchant giggled at your question, nearly shouting she replied, "Not if you're flexible, it shouldn't!" "I-I suppose I could...ask..." you shyly mumbled back as you pressed your hands to your cheeks, face reddening by the second. Yunobo tucked his fingers to his chin in thought. Something you needed from him? Judging by your facial expressions and words, you sounded like you'd wanted whatever this hold was. But what exactly was it? Ramella mentioned it being a position, and he did overhear her say 'passionate embrace'...was it like a hug? "No that's not it, goro..." Yunobo said to himself, head tilting the opposite way as he thought further. Hugs don't normally involve your knees being at your chest last he checked; he also doesn't know you to be overly blushy about hugs in general. So what was so different about this 'mating pr--" And then it clicked. Now he understood why your cheeks were lighting up like a night lantern - and he couldn't stop himself from doing the same the more he thought about it himself. --- "Ahhh, Yunooo" you whined, back arching so your chest was further pinned to his. His colossal hand splayed across your back as he slowly filled you, his torso spreading your thighs as far apart as they could go. You relished in the feel of him, impossibly hard and thick inside of you - so much so your fingernails were already biting at his forearms. "Easy, goro...nice and ngh...slow, love..." he breathed into your ear. You had to applaud his restraint; Yunobo was always delicate with you at the beginning of your love-making, taking into consideration how much preparation and wherewithal it took for you to truly take him all in. Lashes fluttering from the deep stretch you moaned through a bitten lip at how the slight sting was dying out to pleasure now. Your hands slid up his arms, reaching to wrap around his neck. The Goron champion lifted his head just enough to seal his lips over yours, his hips drawing back and then thrusting forward. Your mewl into his mouth had him gripping you a little tighter, though his pace was kept exactly how you needed it for the moment: slow, hard, and as deep as your pussy would allow him. Each thrust would acclimate you, bend you to the shape of him and open you further. "Feel...good?..." Yunobo panted, blue eyes darkening to a rich navy as his eyelids fell halfway. Your lip was snatched between your teeth, your head leaning to the side, exposing your neck. "Yes! Ungh, goddess yessss!" And he believed you. With your breasts shaking under him, your lips parted in a semi-permanent 'O' and the feel of your hands holding onto him for dear life, he believed he was delivering your body the summation of his love and lust just fine. But something nudged at the back of Yunobo's mind, a pebble of a thought. He removed his hand from your back, gliding his palms down your hips and slotting under your knees. His body stilled for a moment, the sudden cease of his actions sending chills down your spine and causing you to flutter around his length. Your Goron beau hissed in a pleasured wince, before sitting upright on his knees and pushing yours to your chest. Your breath fell short as you were gently folded, still stuffed half-full with Goron cock. "Mmm..." Yunobo purred, a tinge of grit and machismo in tone. He leaned back over, caging your legs in place with his biceps, "Like...this, right, goro?" Eyes blown wide at how he could possibly known what you’d been silently working up the courage to ask, you gasped as he sunk back into you again. This position had him working into you deeper now, hitting a spot inside you that had your voice keening in another octave. Stars gathered behind your eyelids, your senses clouded with only the pleasure that stroked your walls and the sound of Yunobo's low grunting in the crook of your neck. He thanked Hylia for placing him in the right place at the right time - Ramella was right, this position was incredible to have you in. Something surged in his chest - fire and power lit his blood aflame as he felt the need to move faster inside you. Hoarse pants and sweetened moans dove into deeper growls and teeth-gritting grunts as he fed your body thrust after thrust after thrust. The hard edges of his hips smacked against your thighs, and you clawed desperately at his arms for purchase. Your breathy moans sang heavenly in your Goron’s ears as he hit a sensitive spot inside you.  “Oh! Ahhhhhhn, Yunobo, I--!” you cried out, your body aching to have him even closer than he was already. His thrusts grew sloppier as Yunobo let his instincts take him - barreling past the line of gentler sex with you and straight into full fucking you. His mind drove him to one objective: fill you up. With the way your hands dug into him, the bend in your spine with your head thrown back, and even the flex of your calves that most undoubtedly meant your toes were curling in absolute pleasure - you were close and he knew it. Yunobo’s powerful fingers ground harshly into the smooth surface beneath you both, cracking the build of his sculpted bed.  In your ear he panted low, “You gonna cum soon, love? I can hnnnk, feel it, y’know,” he licked a wet strip along the side of your neck, the slight hint of salt on his tongue, “So good to me...oooooh so good for me...gonna f-fill you up haaaahhh, sweetheart...you’ll take it, wontcha?”  His babbled, passionate words were sending your nerves into a frenzy, your cunt clenching around him as the ebb and flow of your release crept up your limbs.  “YES!” you sobbed, whole body wracked with desire, “Yunobo, please, I’m so close, mmmmf I’m, I-I’m...!”  Your words cut short at the sharp, empty scream of your voice, a blast of heat and ecstasy ripping through your entire body. Yunobo groaned heavily at feel of your pussy clamping tight on him, milking his cock with your rippling silken heat until even he could hold on no longer.  “That’s it, love, thaaaat’s it. All of it, goro, hahhh ffff--” His orgasm shot through him at lightning speed - a series of moans tumbling from his throat akin to a rough crescendo as he came buried deep inside you. The brawn in his thrusts softened to simple rolls in his hips as his growling lightened to airy huffs. His spent cock had emptied as much of him as would fit in your poor pussy, and when he pulled out of you - the wet squelch of it dribbling from your hole was unmistakable. Carefully, Yunobo set your legs down, making sure not to move too quickly so you could acclimate. When he was sure you were okay, you were easily flipped to sit in his lap, his arms tucking behind your back and holding you close. A gentle nuzzle of his nose on your cheek stirred you from the high of your post-coital bliss, followed by the cover of lips to your still heated skin, “I didn’t hurt you...did I?” came Yunobo’s meek whisper, tickling your ear. You sleepily shook your head in a negative and proceeded to rest on his chest.  He hummed quietly, “I’m glad...I don’t know what came over me, goro...I just...ya felt so good and then suddenly I was hit with this strange urge...” His chin rested on your head gently, “Felt like fire was in my blood - and the only thing ready t’quench it was all those n-noises you were makin’” You could hear the nerves in his voice tangled up in his words, the sense of him feeling like he did something wrong clouding his thoughts. A soft press of your lips to his pectoral, “It was incredible, Yunobo...every bit of it,” you nuzzled into his chest some more, “I wouldn’t mind doing it again like that at all.”  That seemed to lay the Goron a little more lax, albeit with wildly flushed cheeks. His hand rubbed soothing circles into your back, the other, affectionately coming to the back of your head.  You would definitely have to remember to thank Ramella later - though you were sure she was being loud during your conversation on purpose now. As you shifted you felt liquid traveling down your thighs.  “Yuno...maybe we should hit the hot spring, I um...i-it’s starting to,” stuttered you, face growing more crimson by the second. Immediately Yunobo caught what you meant, “O-Oh! Yes, let's! S-S-Sorry, hold on.” You were lifted bridal style in his arms, shifted only slightly in his hold so he could give you your dress and slip his fundoshi back on.  “I can walk, hunny,” you giggled, sweet smile accompanied by a reassuring look. Yunobo chuckled back at you, pulling your frame a tad closer to his chest, “I know, but I figured I’d give ya a break after nearly foldin’ ya in half.” Your jaw dropped at his words, and it wasn’t until he realized what he’d said - and so casually at that - that his face turned as red as Goron spice. 

“F-FORGET I SAID THAT!”  The saccharine smile on your lips turned devious in a matter of seconds; accompanied by the fresh memory of his biceps hooked under your knees as he pounded away at you had it grow more devious still, “Oh Yunobo...never.” 

[mayxthexforce]

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@corruptedforce

@mutatiio

@kylo-wrecked

*seductively* doomed by the narrative all by yourself, handsome?

[shingekinohyrulewrites]

Golden Sand

Princess Zelda of the Gerudo is the reincarnation of the Goddess of the Sand. Link of the Gerudo is the first Gerudo born in one hundred years after Ganondorf. On his eighteenth birthday, he is sent to Zelda to assess whether he is a threat. The consensus ?

He is a threat.

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CREDITS TO THE ORIGINAL ARTIST FOR THIS IMAGE !!

A week passed after Link’s experience at the Spirit Temple. The guard in charge of him, who he learned was named Buliara, began a routine with him that started at dawn. He was given time to wash up and get dressed before he was escorted to the servants’ dining room. Despite being a servant, he ate well and was often given seconds. From there, he was given a list of items to complete that ranged from cleaning the kitchen or escorting guests around the Palace. The tasks were mundane enough, nothing too extreme or frustrating.

However, Link had yet to see Queen Zelda again. After seeing her speak with the Spirit Goddess, he hadn’t encountered her at all. He had expected to be serving her directly, especially since he had been so brash with her upon their first meeting. When he asked Buliara about it, she was quick to raise her eyebrows at him.

“You strike me as a voe who is a glutton for punishment.”

He had glared at her in response.

“She made a big deal about me not obeying her. I figured she would teach me a lesson and make me her personal servant.”

Buliara smirked, shaking her head.

Two more weeks passed, marking three weeks since Link had become a royal servant. Despite the rocky start, he was enjoying the routine he had established and actually relished the alone time he had while working. No one talked down to him or judged him; instead, he often received compliments about the work he was doing. Sometimes, when he had finished his work early, Buliara would sneak him out onto the training grounds and allow him to practice his archery. She was impressed with his skills and wanted to see how his horseback work compared.

“You have the skills of a great warrior,” she had mused. “Perhaps I can see if you can become a soldier.”

Midway through his third week, Buliara woke him at dawn as usual. Her usually calm face was marred with worry, and she was unusually tense as she greeted him.

“Has . . . something happened?”

“The Queen has requested your presence,” she murmured.

“Right now? At this moment?”

Buliara shook her head. “No, not until after you’ve had your breakfast.”

“Why so grim? Am I to be sentenced to death?”

“Do not be so stupid,” she barked. “No, you are to accompany her while she takes audiences today.”

As was custom for a ruler, Queen Zelda took audiences once a week, listening to the pleas and worries of her people and trying to find solutions for them. Link wondered what exactly he was to do - did she expect him to come up with answers on the spot?

“Do not fret,” Buliara said, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Get on with your morning. I shall wait for you.”

They were silent as they made their way to the servants’ dining room. When they stopped outside the door, he turned to look at her.

“Will you be escorting me to the Queen?”

“But of course. I am responsible for you.”

She nudged the door open, jerking her head towards it.

“Go. I shall collect you after.”

He ate deep in thought, wondering what would occur. The tasks he had been completing had been enough for him, and he worried if the Queen would just put more on his plate. Or, perhaps, she would finally take a liking to him? He shook his head, sighing as he stabbed his fork into his food.

Buliara gave him a quick list of warnings as they strode towards the Throne Room.

“Only speak to her when spoken to. Unless a citizen greets you, do not speak. You are to be as silent as possible and support the Queen as much as you can.”

“Right,” he frowned. “Basically act like I have since I was born.”

A flash of sympathy crossed her face. She turned her face away, keeping it turned until they arrived.

“I wish you the best of luck.”

The Throne Room was empty, minus Queen Zelda and her personal guards. His eyes took in her appearance, and he hated to admit she looked rather . . . beautiful. Her hair was pulled into a high ponytail, her head adorned with a circlet with a large ruby in the middle of her forehead. She wore a strapless, pink Gerudo top that was held in place by a golden Gerudo crest that wrapped around her neck. A light splatter of freckles covered her bare shoulders. The outfit was finished with sheer pants that matched her top and amulets on her biceps.

“You. Hurry up and come kneel before me.”

Link fought hard to keep the scowl off his face as he obeyed, keeping his gaze away from her as he stood in front of her before sinking down onto his knees.

“Hm, better. It seems you’ve learned since spending some time working here.”

Her attitude towards him hadn’t changed. There was still a tinge of coldness to her tone, and she still addressed him as if he was a pest. They hadn’t seen each other since the Spirit Temple, and he had hoped that the time apart would soften her attitude towards him. A part of him had also hoped that she would have spoken to him since the Goddess of the Sand had addressed him directly.

Apparently not.

“You shall be my scribe for today. You are to write down the name of the citizen and their request, as well as my solutions for them.”

She grabbed something from behind her throne and threw it suddenly at him. He barely managed to catch it, realizing it was a scroll. It unfurled in his hands, revealing that it was blank. She was holding out a quill, and he was silently thankful that she hadn’t thrown it to him.

Zelda sat on her throne, back straight as she stared straight ahead. One of her personal guards rushed forward, placing a stool to her side and gesturing for Link to sit. He got comfortable and held the quill in his left hand, waiting for the Queen to speak.

“Please write today’s date. It is just past nine in the morning.”

Her voice softened as she spoke to him. Her eyes were still looking straight ahead, trained on the door. After a moment they opened, revealing an elderly Gerudo woman. She wobbled in, keeping her head lowered and sinking into a deep bow upon standing before Zelda.

“Your Majesty, thank you for taking the time to listen to me this blessed morning.”

“May the Goddess of the Sand bless you. How may I assist you?”

The elderly woman stood up, her eyes flickering towards Link. She quirked an eyebrow before shifting her gaze back to Zelda.

“I have heard from my neighbor, who travels outside the city to get goods, that there has been an increase in theft among merchants. She is in fear that she will be targeted next, especially as a Gerudo. Is there anything you can do?”

Link wrote down her request word for word, his handwriting surprisingly smooth. He noted that Zelda had glanced over at his work before nodding subtly in approval.

“That is a shame. I was not aware of an increase in theft outside the city. I shall send word to the guards who patrol right outside of the city and correspond with foreign merchants who come in.”

“Thank you, Your Majesty. She is afraid and embarrassed to bring up the matter.”

The next woman was brought in, and the next one after. It was a steady stream, each one coming in and explaining their concerns while Zelda listened intensely. Link noted that, despite how cold she was towards him, she was a Queen with a loving heart for her people. He saw the way her expression softened as each citizen spoke of their worries, and she took her time to think of the proper response to appease them. She actively listened to them as well, not looking away from their faces as they spoke, even if they refused to meet her eyes. He also admired how eloquently she spoke, how she made sure her words were simple enough to understand but with a trace of wisdom behind them. He was most impressed by her intellect; it appeared that her mind was working quickly as she listened to the concerns. She also refused to make promises that she couldn’t keep; if something was out of her control, she would be transparent about it. However, if she had power over a solution, she promised to get it done quickly to appease her people. Link became more in awe of her as time went on.

At noon sharp, the doors were shut, leaving Link and Zelda alone. He had used two scrolls, taking detailed notes on the conversations and adding names of the citizens when possible. He had also made sure to specify Zelda’s responses, and he was quite proud of his work. One of the guards approached to take the scrolls, looking them over and nodding in approval. Zelda stood up, stretching her arms overhead before sighing. She turned to look at Link before taking the scroll from the guard.

“I must say, you have wonderful handwriting.”

Surprised by her compliment, Link quickly bowed his head.

“Thank you, Your Majesty.”

“Excellent work. Thank you, Link.”

She lifted her gaze from the scroll and looked directly at him. Her eyes studied his face before a small smile tugged at her lips. Link felt heat rush to his cheeks as he bowed his head again.

“Forgive me if this is brash, Your Majesty, but I must say I truly admire you as a ruler.”

“Admire me?”

“You have a big heart for our people. You truly care about our wellbeing and work hard to ensure that we are satisfied. Not all rulers can claim that.”

She looked away, clearing her throat.

“You flatter me.”

He frowned. “I . . . did not mean any offense.”

“It is simply my duty,” she murmured.

“No,” he shook his head. “You go above your duty, Your Majesty.”

She didn’t respond, still looking away. After a moment, she cleared her throat.

“You are dismissed. Thank you for your hard work, Link.”

[acidic-eye]

Whumptober day 20: Wont let me sleep, your memories

Whumptober day 20 prompt: Emotional Angst

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Wild was happy to be home. Don’t get them wrong, the desert was one of his favorite places in his Hyrule, the Gerudo were some of the nicest people he knew, willing to always help and make sure he was comfortable. During his time there, the Vai were always excited to use him as flirting practice, apparently watching him get confused and flustered was entertaining to them. 

Another thing was that they didn’t care that he liked to dress as a girl. That he liked to dress as the wrong gender, or at least he had thought it was until he was made aware of what his scars meant. 

Surgery. 

He hadn't wanted that, he hadn’t wanted to be a boy. Wild was happy when he was younger, a little girl who was somehow the best in the army. But that wasn’t ok with the king was it? 

Nothing was ever good with him . Wild had been forced onto the table, strapped down as they had the best surgeon in his era mutilate his body.  Destroy the small mounds that had been growing. Destroy his femininity. 

Wild remembered having to smile and bear through it, unable to say anything to Zelda about what had transpired. Zelda had smiled so brightly at him. So happy that wild was finally her guard. Wild never got to tell Zelda the truth, he never would tell her the truth. 

Wild pushed down the horrible thoughts that attempted to ruin his mood, attempted to ruin his time in his Hyrule. His tail swung happily beside him , wagging as he pranced across the sand excitedly. He could see Riju, and Bularia, and— 

He pushed down the thought, reminding himself that he needed to focus on getting to Kara Kara Bazar first, hopefully without someone passing out? Wild couldn’t wait to wear his Vai set once again, the comfortable fabric never rubbed wrong against his skin, always cooling and soft against his scars. There was a reason that he went to the desert so much after all, well, besides to be with his friends. The people in the desert didn’t judge how he wore the Vai set. The Voe set was once offered to him , which he turned down quickly, letting Riju know he would prefer to be a Vai in the towns eyes. 

Wilds excitement grew as he saw the bazar in the distance, pointing it out excitedly to the chain as he rambled on about how much he loved the place . Despite the recent events that took place, he had slowly grown comfortable with the chain once more, able to at least sleep near them and talk once more. To say the flashes of blood dripping from their faces was gone would be a lie, unfortunately the flicker of blood still got him from time to time, causing panic to break out through him. 

- or, twilight and wild struggle with self doubt, thinking about what they could have done better.

Title from: Thoughts of a dying atheist by muse