#Lights Spirit Elegy?!???

[rockingthegraveyard]

Ugh, I need ROZEN to breakdown all his Zelda tracks in detail. Like, is that not game over theme at the end of his Divine Princess track???

Is that also not what Forlorn Hero is? I know the beat I just can't place it!

[greenducksforever]

la luna

Pale orb suspended in the inky night, Silent witness to our earthly plight, Your silver face, a canvas for our dreams, Reflects the light of hope in gentle beams.

Oh Luna, keeper of lovers' secrets, Your waxing, waning phases mark our regrets, In your soft glow, we find solace and grace, A balm for sorrows time cannot erase.

Celestial guardian of tides and lore, Your pull on hearts forevermore, In gardens where your shadows play, We contemplate life's fleeting day.

Ancient companion, cold and bright, Guiding lost souls through the night, In your reflection, we see our own, A mirror of all we've loved and known.

As you traverse the starry sea, We mourn the moments that cannot be, Yet in your cycle, ever renewed, We find the strength to see life through.

Elegy of the Moon, a song unsung, Of whispered wishes and bells unrung, In your eternal, cosmic dance, We find the courage for one last glance.

At worlds beyond and dreams unfurled, At all the beauty in this world, And though we fade like morning dew, Our spirit soars, forever, with you.

[sobbing-quietly]

ANY ONE IN THE LOZ FANDOM

I am down on my knees begging thee to go listen to ROZEN if you haven’t already

As a manipulative daydreamer he is my go to person for songs

12 albums just to Zelda games

138 songs about Zelda AND are officially released

This guy has been making covers for over 10 years

10 years that is guys has been making Zelda covers

And he cooks every single time

So please just give him a chance

And if you want a couple of suggestions here is my top 10 songs from him at are Zelda

1) Terminal’s Demise- this isn’t in any album and it an older song but by god is it wonderful

2) Oath to Order (time TWICE lost)- can be found in the time once album with the purple cover art

3) Song of Hylia- found in the sins of Hyrule album one of the few songs with a harp lead so very nice

4) Light Spirits elegy- found in the shadows of hyrule, and in my opinion has the choir out of all his songs

5) Hyrule Castle- also found in the shadows of Hyrule album it is a mix of a couple castle themes that manage to blend really well

6) Ballad of the Goddess- Ballads of Hyrule 2, this song probably isn’t for everyone the TL;DR on it is Zelda’s lullaby mixed with the Ballad of the Goddess with great vocals

7) Majora’s Mask- in the children of termina album. The end of the world + spooky scary vibes

8) Ballad of the Wind Fish-Ballads of Hyrule 1 ungodly good and sad

9) ClockTown- children of termina. No notes just go listen to it

10) Astral Observatory- time once lost, it makes me cry at night 10/10 would go again

[gimmeshelter]

Peace, peace! he is not dead, he doth not sleep — / He hath awakened from the dream of life — / ‘Tis we, who lost in stormy visions, keep / With phantoms an unprofitable strife, / And in mad trance, strike with our spirit’s knife / Invulnerable nothings. — We decay / Like corpses in a charnel; fear and grief / Convulse us and consume us day by day, / And cold hopes swarm like worms within our living clay. / The One remains, the many change and pass; / Heaven’s light forever shines, Earth’s shadows fly; / Life, like a dome of many-coloured glass, / Stains the white radiance of Eternity, / Until Death tramples it to fragments. — Die, / If thou wouldst be with that which thou dost seek! / Follow where all is fled!

july 5, 1969, hyde park. mick jagger reads adonais, percy bysshe shelley's elegy for john keats, in memory of brian jones.

[tarellia]

Thoras'bindel: The Rite of Clear Mind

A mind assailed by troubles is as threatened as a body assailed by blades. Submerge thyself in bless'd waters, cast off thy burdens, and emerge renewed.

The waters of a moonwell are known to have healing properties for body and mind alike [1]. Thoras'bindel focuses on the latter, aiming to ease a troubled mind by encouraging a state of meditation and calm introspection. The rite is traditionally overseen by a priestess, with a small number of participants.

The rite begins with the lighting of the incense, the first step of four. The incense itself is made of purple lotus and mageroyal, both plants native to the regions surrounding Ashenvale. A total of eight of these incense sticks — representing each distinct phase of the moon — are placed equidistantly upon the periphery of the moonwell. Each stick is lit in a clockwise fashion, ideally with moonfire.

With the soothing incense filling the air, the participants can proceed to the second step. A simple green tea is prepared, and served in plain cups of ashwood. Before drinking the tea, all participants crush a single silverleaf in their hands, so that they may breathe in its calming aroma [2]. The remaining powder of the leaf is thus sprinkled onto the tea, which the participants then drink in unison.

Once the tea has been imbibed, each participant is encouraged to say a prayer. Each prayer is personal, and thus uttered in silence. It is commonplace to beseech Elune for clarity, guidance, and for the diminishing of one's worries.

At last, the fourth and final step of Thoras'bindel can commence. Each participant steps into the moonwell proper, and lowers themselves into the water. The participants breathe deeply, and thus float upon the surface. With the water in their ears, their eyes shut, and breath ing in only the scent of the incense, all other sensations of the world around them will seem a distant thing. It is at this step that they reach the height of calmness and introspection, with naught but themselves to occupy their senses. In rites with only a single participant, the overseeing priestess may kneel beside them, to keep their head above water.

The rite ends when the participants breathe out, symbolically shedding their burdens. This can only happen when the individual feels prepared for it - and in some cases, the sensory deprivation of the final step may continue for up towards an hour. In releasing their breath, they shall be submerged fully in the sacred waters. This cleansing without symbolises the cleansing within, fulfilled when the participant steps out from the moonwell, with a lighter spirit and an easier mind.

Citations and inspirations

[1]: Elegy by Christie Golden, p. 6. [2]: Elegy by Christie Golden, p. 15. Darnassian phrasing based on the Darnassian Dictionary Project.

[searchingforserendipity25]

something something maglor and maedhros being burned by the silmarils as equivalent to the divine judgement they might have faced in valinor (but with zero of the amelioration surrender might bring).

something something maedhros' torment under varda's hallowing being too much like morgoth's torture. being under the punishing power of one valar is not so different, in the end; the despair is very alike, and all the more final.

maglor lingering on and on in a state of celestial horror: closing his eyes and seeing the great expanses of the starkindler's dominion, darkness and numberless lights, and the burning fire of the heavenly bodies turned against him in loathing and revulsion.

on him is a sentient judgement that does not wane. older than the world, the oldest justice beyond the circles of the world. starlight burns him at night worse than the scorching sun at midday; and nothing can ever heal the wounds of the silmaril.

he clings to the laments and the regret, and repeats the same songs, with the same exact words, lest the terror of the hallowing on unworthy flesh and unworthy spirit claim him entirely.

he clings to the story of his life, which is the cause for his pain, and the only thing that keeps him from being swallowed entirely but the great expanses of the heavens, the tremendous heights that pried open his mind and revealed the filth of his self without ornamentation or ambiguity, and do not relent. truth, absolute and immense and foul - and in the end, the despair is very bad.

the eldar are not made for absolute truth. the eldar are made to sing, and wander, and -- not this.

maglor sings, and wanders as he sings. he loses words. names, verses, speech, the thing for which the elegy is sung, until only the voice remains, very like the sea. not all the solemn and linear and familiar songs of the eldar can stand forever as a shield between the hugeness of the starlit skies, and neither the sea nor the heavens care about his regret.

he does regret. he must. all that is left of his own history, in the great vastness of nebulas and suns that lingers always beneath his lids. his hands hurt constantly, and the flesh beneath his skin breaks and steams sometimes as if it were old wood with hidden embers. the bones themselves blackened, warming him always with a fever like the moment of epiphany at the end of a long fast.

if only he had not yielded to maedhros' will! but then, that is only another illusion so swiftly burned away as a veil of mist in the morrow at the touch of the silmaril. the jewels would never be given to those who had slain the blood of the kindred, were they the best behaved and most patient of penitents.

no unholy creature would be suffered to touch any hallowed thing, in valinor. even the valar were not so cruel. maglor yielded, and yielded, and yielded; he can only regret it, and never enough, though all the unbearable loveliness of the midnight sky be set to consume him with righteous wrath.

he does not return among elvenkind. maedhros is dead, and carcaroth is dead, and morgoth is cast out. there is not much left in arda that shares great kinship with the thing he is; and that, he knows - for the stars are keen and absolute teachers, judges with no pity - is a righteous and holy thing.

[elektrischemaidchen]

Lisztober #8: Neverending Affection

Finally, a song about Chopin. Marie. Chopin! You. Chopin!!! Me. About whoever. Chopin? Do what you want with it, @franzliszt-official & @chopinski-official ...and me. I will serve you some real tasty Golabki afterwards. ;)

As you may have realized already: The Maidchen are also capable of writing Musical songs. Coming to terms with the past? ;) So, after “No more hiding in Raiding”,  we’re going to put on our wind maschine once again.

This one was somewhat difficult.  Unfortunately, I am unable to write happy love songs. Tried so many times and failed, that’s why today’s entry is full of bittersweet- profligate „Sehnsucht“…again! Surprise!

(Quote from Lacelove: “Are the lyrics REALLY yours?” Indeed, they are!)

You can listen to the final result here.

With today's topic, I realized that I “actually” have no idea who Liszt was. Well...really. Sure, I can bombard you with all sorts of insiders, biographical details and anecdotes; I can write about how he was the first to invent functioning music marketing, about love affairs and his pieces. I know his opinions, his letters and also his (sometimes) really unspectacular essays. But Liszt ,the man, is always shrouded in fog. “All the tinsel around him obscures one's image of the artist and the man,” Clara Schumann once wrote in her diary. This is why we decided to allude to Caspar David Friedrich's “The Wanderer above the Sea of Fog”.

Welcome to Eurovision 2024! Eight points go to….Germany! ;):

Lost in sounds, a hint of once  An echo of love, a whispering spirit. In dark harmonies, I see your face, A shadow of longing that speaks to me. A shadow, a ghost, In a thousand masks, never quite at all. The wanderer in the sea of fog An elegy so beautiful and so heavy, A requiem for a love Nevermore Your eyes, two stars, so bright and wide, Now just an image in the night, a forgotten quarrel Time runs like water, and I drift alone, In search of traces of your love On dark nights, when the moon sinks, A sigh sounds from the keys A swan song, deep from my breast. An epithaph of lust gone by A shadow, a ghost, In a thousand masks, never quite at all The wanderer in the sea of fog An elegy so beautiful and so heavy, A requiem for a love Nevermore In every note, a touch of your hand, An eternal longing that I never knew. In arms soft, in nights wild and hot, I lost myself in others, in sweet soft lies. But deep within me, a longing for the light, For eternal love, pure and simple. A shadow, a ghost, In a thousand masks, never quite at all. The wanderer in the sea of fog An elegy so beautiful and so heavy, A requiem for a love Nevermore A shadow, a ghost, In a thousand masks, never quite at all. The wanderer in the sea of fog An elegy so beautiful and so heavy, A requiem for a love Nevermore An artist, a wanderer, an eternal guest, Seeking in every woman what never quite fit. What never quite fit

[summertimemusician]

Linktober Shadow Day 6

Shadow Beast

The Twilight Princess fan in me really came out on this one huh? I blame the sleep deprivation. We never quite addressed the effects of the Twili Magic on Twilight and how it's only sheer force of will and the fact he's so darn kind, Midna's influence and Time teaching him the Song of Healing first being the main factor in making sure he doesn't fall huh? Even more so than the One Cutscene. We also need to talk more about the fact we technically kill Midna's people and how by the end of it all Twi is so changed by the Twilight Realm who's it's own can of worms that, much like Time he can't quite go home as himself me thinks, as a treat to myself

Mostly Twilight x Reader, this goes out to all of the folks who never quite recovered from Twilight Princess and the fact we never got that sequel (I mean it gave us BOTW and TOTK and Wild, but at what cost?), but can be read as Link x Reader either on the platonic or romantic.

Don't think there's any warning this time but might edit later if needed.

Actually yeah there is one warning

TW:

References to body horror typical to Twilight Princess, though I recommend not reading it I'd you're squeamish period.

Even after so long, you and Twilight could still remember the beauty and solemnity of the Twilight Realm, with it’s zircon skies with clouds of trapped fire and rains of viper obsidian.

The silence of the infection upon the realm of light broken only by the echoes of the howling elegy of the Twili and Interlopers who came before creeping over the land like rot and wither over flowers, the lament of the lost spirits of the people and animals of Hyrule falling over your spirit like a shroud, a shared hymm from two worlds reality had been twisted, only both of it’s princess, one filled the luster of empyreal sorrow in her mind and one with the scorch abyssal fury in her heart knowing to see the reflective tragedy befallen to their people. With Link as the one who restored the memory of what once was in both worlds as divinity and calamity sang in his bones and you a witness to the restoration of harmony to the discordant symphony, the two different songs of light and shadow refusing to let go of either of you in an eternal duet.

(Once touched by magic, it shall never leave the one if holds onto Twilight may have been the one with the Beast in his soul, with the howl of a wolf, the bite of shades in his veins and the lament of innocents taking precedence over anything purely because he learned how to silence the whispers of the one’s who made a grab for heaven’s throat and we’re pushed in the cracks of reality for their prideful vánitas even as he could taste it in the back of his tongue, twining around his ribs and overgrowing into his shattered mirror heart like vines, flowering with the divinity and eternal nature of the Hero’s Spirit, already having the hunt of the Fierce Deity in it’s veins and the remains of cursed divinity welcoming the new aspect merrily so he could bear it. The song of the innocent wrongly punished among the sinners rang into your mind, scratched at your skin and dug it’s claws around your throat, chocking you with sorrow and regret, more willing to leave gouges than to let go of someone’s who’s looked into the reverse side of the sacred realm and wept with grief for it’s people and the curse of it’s beauty.

It would never leave you, Link or Zelda, who learned who love the darkness the way Midna did, madness and unsightly delight and all.)

While the people of Hyrule merely became trapped as observers at best, if they were lucky, Midna’s raging grief and resentment quickly became obvious, once she revealed that rotten Zant had done to her and her people, twisted into a new form, distorted in body and trapped in mind like the animals and beasts of Hyrule, their pain driving them in becoming feral attack hounds for the usurper, their howling screams as much sorrow, wailing in an attempt to let their agonized, tortured souls to escape from it’s mouth, a futile attempt to flee from the strain of reality forgetting their true form in favor of Zant’s twisted design, of being used as sentient canvases for cruelty and ruthlessness, of their will being stepped over in favor of corrupting recreation.

Of how it only didn’t quaff down at Midna’s mind because of the nature of her ephemerality, fully beloved by the Realm of Darkness, of how she loathed him for it and wouldn’t wish her fate of that of her people’s on any living or dead soul, once she came to love the Realm of Light through Zelda’s sacrifice.

Which was why, when you saw three of the victims of the telltale twisting from darkness utilized with the intent to drive one insane, a familiar looking plate of stone engraved on the remains of ashes from their identity, the curling of distorted, solid darkness making crooked mishapen manes, bent out of shape from their too long torso and long, long arms adorned with twitching, deformed claws, you feel very justified in way your blood froze, holding onto Wild’s arms and yanking with all you had so his shot will miss, his yelp of surprise swallowed by the bone cracking, blood curdling screech from one of the beasts as a Skyward Strike grazed it’s petrified flesh.

You feel something warm drip down your ears, taste the promise of violence and the cry of lost souls on the back of your tongue and swallow it down as the memory of the Twilight Realm attempted to bite and crack your ribcage to quaff down your heart, to devour it bones and all, calling out in desperation, “Don’t! That’s a person!”

Sky freezes, as still as a statue, Legend curses the heavens crimson in a way you are so glad Wind isn’t around to hear as he retreats Twilight snarls, the wolf in him revolted and disgusted, you wonder if the Twilight is singing in his mind too as he restrains himself from reaching for the crystal as nails just a tad too sharp invite droplets of blood to one hand, grimm as a graveyard “We need to get them together anyway, felling just one won’t be enough.”

You grimace, releasing Wild, keeping your eye on the Shadow Beasts and another on your group, pointedly not mentioning the twitch in Four, amethyst clouding his gaze and the prism of his eyes turning gray with memories you and Twilight both knew all too well, of the grimace in Time’s otherwise stony countenance, you’d wished to avoid bloodshed of whoever was turned against their will, but you and Twilight both knew that might not be possible, death, unfortunately, might be the greatest mercy you can grant these poor souls.

(The Twilight is harmonizing in your ears, jeering, you feel the Interlopers insanity and the Twili’s lament on your teeth. As lovely as it could be cruel, the merry feeling upon meeting, the sorrow at a parting.

If you ever see the Shadow, you might just try indulging the echo by offering it’s blood as tribute. You'd make it hurt. The fact it learned the spell used to deform reality in such a way was cruel and vile.)

“Legend, how is your magic?” shoots Warriors, analyzing, calculating, it snaps the purple back into Four’s gaze, brings his mind back to focus as he reaches into his inventory for his Moon Pearl, Twilight is circling the beasts with single minded purpose, herding them together and prowling as he would as a wolf, Wild thankfully listened to your warning and had switched from the more destructive Flame and Lightning Arrows to ice ones. It doesn’t contain them for long but it gives a few precious seconds to strategize.

Legend catches on, switching to the Ice Rod on one hand and grasping his own Moon Pearl with the other, Sky has another Skyward Strike ready, but doesn’t release it, you switch from your sword to accepting a Magic Rod tossed at you from Wild, “Good enough.”

You breath in shakily, the symphony of the Twilight Realm has quieted, more lament than anthem as it’s Hero steps back, returning to your side, he nods grimly, “... Then, let’s end this quickly.”

You know your will boys will do their best to heal them, and failing that, you hope that they’ll hear the requiem of the Twili rather than the lament once they’re at peace, that they'll find some form of threnody.

It is a horrible thing, to be forced to die as a beast.

[just-a-silly-little-whumper]

2024 Year in Review

So since I did a lot of great writing this year (and since I finished Flicker in the Dark this year), in the spirit of some of the year-in-review memes I've seen, I thought I'd collect my favorite pieces from each month this year! Just to reminisce about how far I've come c: This isn't any sort of formal thing, but it was fun to do, so I invite others to put together something like this if they want!

January

Groom

Altair is forced to be vulnerable, and forced to be taken care of, in a new way.

February

Shroud

Elze'ith struggles to find equilibrium. His Lord helps him along.

March

Shame

After so long, Elze'ith has learned how to take care of himself, though that doesn’t make it easy.

Technically this was posted in April but it was written in March so I'm counting it

April

Recollection

Elze'ith confronts Lord Denholm about his mental manipulations.

May

Tender

Tender is the flesh that yields so easily. Tender is the flesh that refuses to yield at all.

June

Desire

Faced with the worst, Elze'ith seeks the only reprieve he can think of. He isn't ready for what that means.

July

Further

Lord Denholm employs a new use for his shadow tendrils.

August

Morning

A peaceful morning.

September

Altair and Ivetta's Catacomb Adventure

Altair is coerced into undertaking a job for Lord Denholm.

October

Elegy

Elze'ith reads a poem.

November

Withdraw

Lord Denholm attempts to coach Altair in the ways of celestials.

December

Shadow | Light

Nothing will ever be the same. | From shadow, light.

[krimsonkatt]

One of the earliest sprites of Ryuuta, the main character of Chronicles IV and the first character designed as part of my series. Back in my childhood he was known as "Super [Deadname]", then "Duper [Deadname]", then "[Deadname] the Ninja", then "Zinja", then "Karos" and then finally "Ryuuta" who's first incarnation developed somewhere around 2014/2015. Since all my previous childhood stories are technically canon to the Chronicles lore, I had to recon their names so that I don't have to use my deadname and to reduce confusion.

"Super [Deadname]" was from the original universe, now known as Circlia, and is now known as "King Zum". This version lasted from 2007 to 2008.

The second Ryuuta was from the second universe, now named "Neo", after the first major reboot and is now known as "Duper Zex." (first name Duper, last name Zex) This version of Ryuuta lasted the longest besides the current incarnation, lasting from 2008 to 2010 and then again from 2011 all the way to 2016.

The third Ryuuta was from the third universe, now named Galaxio, who's story was supposted to be told in a book series where only the first book/prologue was ever written. In modern times I took what story was already there (blatant Star Wars ripoff), rewrote it, and massively expanded it into a full sci-fi story about crystals, souls, existentialism, and the nature of life itself. This version of Ryuuta was renamed to "Zin" who would be later known as "Ji". This incarnation was very short lived only lasting for a single story in 2011. This character's story will be the first to be remade and fully told in the modern day with my game "Spirit Roamer."

The forth Ryuuta was the first incarnation who's story was told in a game, my first ever RPG Maker game "The Legend of Light". This incarnation lasted from 2015 to 2016. Originally called Karos in the first half of the game and then called Ryuuta in the second half, this forth incarnation of Ryuuta was renamed in the lore to be named "Karuta" and be a separate character lore-wise from both Koros and Ryuuta from the current universe.

The fifth Ryuuta was from the "Zero Gear Duology" featuring Zero Gear Fighters and it's sequel Dragon Ascension, both which have been publicly released (unlike LoL) and will be downloadable as soon as rpgmaker.net goes back up. This Ryuuta was the first to be ACTUALLY NAMED RYUUTA throughout the entire game, but in the lore was renamed to Ryuka to avoid confusion and to become a separate character from Ryuuta's current incarnation.

The sixth Ryuuta was from a cancelled game that I made known as either "Stardust Saga" or "Draco Anima Origins" depending on what engine it was made with. Now that game is known as Lost Anima and the protagonist is named Setana, later known as legendary hero Cu Cuchulainn. Setana was originally called Ryuuta in the lost SS/DAO builds, so he is technically yet another Ryuuta incarnation.

The 7th and final Ryuuta incarnation is the one you see here, albeit in an early design stage before a lot of his primary characteristics were firmly established. The current Ryuuta is the protagonist of Chronicles IV: The Last Dragon's Elegy and also one of the most important characters lore wise to the entire Chronicles cosmology. More on him when we get to the final, finished design.

[silo7774]

Elegy for a Silent Muse

You are as warm as the beaming sun, a celestial light that shines,

Radiating through my days with a warmth that ever aligns.

As stunning as a dying rose, in its final, exquisite glow,

You cast a spell of beauty that only the heart can truly know.

Strong as an ocean wave, with a power that sweeps the shore,

Yet in your might lies a tenderness that I deeply adore.

Helpless and infatuated, like Ares in his fierce, lost plight,

You stir a devotion that transforms the dark into light.

Your skin, kissed by Helios’ gradient hues, forged through countless hours,

Carries the warmth of the sun’s embrace, in its most radiant powers.

Each shade tells a story of the celestial toil and care,

A beauty crafted in the heavens, beyond compare.

Graceful as a peacock’s dance, in each subtle, flowing move,

You wear elegance like a silken gown, a rhythm so smooth.

With a grace that rivals the finest of fabrics spun so fine,

You captivate the senses, making every moment shine.

Generosity flows effortlessly from your heart, so kind and true,

A heart that whispers kindness with each beat, a love that renews.

Your soul dances to empathy’s rhythm, a melody so sweet,

A spirit that shines with compassion, making our lives complete.

Your hair, soft as a lion’s mane, flows with a gentle grace,

A face sculpted by the Romans, eternal youth in every trace.

Each feature is a testament to the beauty that defies time,

A visage that holds the charm of ages, a sight so sublime.

Body, soul, and mind have caged me in love’s enduring snare,

Even the heartless poet finds itself caught in your tender care.

In your presence, I am mesmerized, captivated by your allure,

A love so profound and boundless, a devotion that is pure.

I pray you see yourself through the eyes that cherish and adore,

For you’ve caged a free and wild bird with a breath that offers more.

Forever held in a warm, gentle love that’s both tender and bright,

Your loyalty and thoughtless desire could fill the darkest night.

You are as beautiful as an illustration, painted with the finest hue,

In every stroke and every shade, your elegance shines through.

I would kiss every part of you, worship you as though divine,

Kiss the very ground you walk upon, to prove this love of mine.

You, my love, possess a power that can stir the lifeless heart,

Make even a dying corpse feel the beat of its heart once more

In your presence, life is renewed, every breath feels new,

For you are my warmth, my grace, my joy that makes all things true.

With every kiss I place upon you, with every touch so tender,

I worship you with all I am, in a love that will not surrender.

Your loyalty, like a faithful dog, your thoughtless desire so true,

Fills volumes with the beauty that is found in all you do.

In your eyes, I find the dawn, a promise of each new day,

In your smile, the twilight’s glow, as the world turns to light’s array.

Your touch is a melody that heals, a soothing balm for every scar,

You are the breath of life itself, my ever-shining star.

Every moment with you is a treasure, a blessing so divine,

Your love, a guiding light, in a universe that is aligned.

With each passing day, my affection grows ever more profound,

For you are the heart’s true echo, the love that knows no bound.

In your presence, the world is reborn, each day a song of grace,

You are the warmth, the grace, the love, where my heart finds its place.

In every beat, every sigh, every tender, trembling embrace,

You are the timeless beauty that my soul will forever chase.

You possess a magic so rare, it stirs the very core of being,

Transforming life’s cold shadows into a world of warmth and seeing.

With you, even the dead of night feels like a new sunrise,

Your love breathes life into all things, where true joy lies.

In your arms, I find my refuge, in your gaze, my guiding star,

For you are the light that leads me, no matter where we are.

With every shared moment, with every touch so sweet and kind,

You are the essence of my dreams, the love that fills my mind.

In the depths of your embrace, I find a universe anew,

A world where love’s eternal flame burns brightly, forever true.

You are my heart’s desire, the answer to my soul’s plea,

A love so boundless, so profound, for all eternity.

I love you with my blood.

-S

・── ✧ ──・𓆩✧𓆪・── ✧ ──・

[the-auras-of-light]

★ 【The Auras of Light - Links and Zeldas】 ★

𖥔───────────────────────────────────────────𖥔

𖥔───────────────────────────────────────────𖥔 ʚ 🕊 ɞ ꒰ Skyward Sword ꒱ 𖥔╰➳ Chosen and Destiny

𖥔────────────────────────𖥔 ʚ 🌈 ɞ ꒰ Minish Cap and Four Swords Adventures ꒱ 𖥔╰➳ Lennon+Spectrum and Rainbow

𖥔────────────────────────𖥔 ʚ 🎵 ɞ ꒰ Ocarina of Time ꒱ 𖥔╰➳ Ocarina and Requiem

𖥔────────────────────────𖥔 ʚ 🕰 ɞ ꒰ Ocarina of Time Manga ꒱ 𖥔╰➳ Lyric and Elegy

𖥔────────────────────────𖥔 ʚ 🪄 ɞ ꒰ Echoes of Wisdom ꒱ 𖥔╰➳ Rift and Echo

𖥔────────────────────────𖥔 ʚ 👑 ɞ ꒰ ALTTP+ALBW+OoX+LA+TFH ꒱ 𖥔╰➳ Realm and Monarch

𖥔────────────────────────𖥔 ʚ 🏰 ɞ ꒰ The Hyrule Fantasy and Adventure of Link ꒱ 𖥔╰➳ Sacred and Purity+Hope

𖥔────────────────────────𖥔 ʚ 🌿 ɞ ꒰ Majora's Mask ꒱ 𖥔╰➳Mask and Lullaby

𖥔────────────────────────𖥔 ʚ 🌘 ɞ ꒰ Twilight Princess ꒱ 𖥔╰➳ Vesper and Sunset

𖥔────────────────────────𖥔 ʚ 🌊 ɞ ꒰ Wind Waker and Phantom Hourglass ꒱ 𖥔╰➳ Tide and Tetra

𖥔────────────────────────𖥔 ʚ 🚂 ɞ ꒰ Spirit Tracks ꒱ 𖥔╰➳ Tracks and Esprit

𖥔────────────────────────𖥔 ʚ 🧭 ɞ ꒰ Hyrule Warriors ꒱ 𖥔╰➳ Eras and Aeon

𖥔────────────────────────𖥔 ʚ 🌀 ɞ ꒰ Age of Calamity ꒱ 𖥔╰➳ Fortune and Divinity

𖥔────────────────────────𖥔 ʚ 🌷 ɞ ꒰ Breath of the Wild and Tears of The Kingdom ꒱ 𖥔╰➳ Tears and Tenshi

𖥔────────────────────────𖥔 ʚ 📜 ɞ ꒰ Essence of Ancients(OC) ꒱ 𖥔╰➳ Sunkiss and Myth

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𖥔───────────────────────────────────────────𖥔 ʚ ❄ ɞ Back to Intro Post 𖥔╰➳ "Courage need not be remembered, for it is never forgotten." 𖥔───────────────────────────────────────────𖥔

[zelda-without-a-licence-plate]

Ocarina of Time: the Sacrimonial Elegy

Chapter 1 out now!

It is raining. The stone walls are slick from it. It washes away everything but the wreaths of fire that enshroud the parapets. The moat swells and rises to swallow a gasp and the last whisper. Poison-purple smoke pours out the doors of a grand temple and stains a child’s fingers red. White flames overtake the summer-green prairies and winter-blue forests. A bell tolls, the one-too-many clangs sinking into the earth and splitting it open. When the world cracks apart it does so with the cry of a man. "A true friendship; a feeling in the heart that grows stronger over time. The passion of friendship will soon blossom into a righteous power and through it, you will know which way to go." -Sheik, LOZ:Ocarina of Time A complete retelling of a beloved piece of Zelda history, this not the Ocarina of Time you know, but it is the Ocarina of Time you love.

...

Leafy bushes lined the Great Deku Tree’s clearing, growing around the roots of the old growth trees that made the body of the Kokiri Forest. In late spring, the shade of the forest’s canopy held on to the cool night air at dawn. The Deku Tree sighed, the ancient tree spirit’s enormous trunk heaving, his branches rustling. A strong breeze swept the clearing. He spoke to the fairy before him, his voice a low murmur, nearly indistinguishable from the hum of the earth itself. The water fairy, glowing rare blue in the pink sunrise, flitted about in front of his nose. 

It was as rare to see a fairy alone in the forest as a Kokiri. It was rare for such a somber air to settle over this clearing, so often filled with light and laughter. The hushed conversation between the fairy and the Deku Tree ended abruptly with the fairy zipping away, into the forest proper, leaving morning dew on the leaves that her wings brushed as she flew. She knew the forest well and navigated through the trees with urgency. 

She broke into a larger clearing as the first proper rays of sun shone over the tops of the trees. Little wooden doors on little tree houses creaked open, and the Kokiri village sprang to life as the children of the forest woke up. The fairy weaved and winded, dove between the slats of a garden fence and looped up around a small suspension bridge. One early riser jumped out into her path, and in narrowly avoiding colliding with the toddler’s head, she swerved instead into a lattice with a disgruntled squeak. She shook herself and kept flying. 

At the southern edge of the village was a treehouse with a crude drawing of a small figure battling a somewhat blob-shaped clawed monster carved into the trunk. It had a curtain for a door, making it easy for the fairy to slip inside. From the ground below, curious eyes watched the curtain flutter. 

Inside the small hut was a bed, under the window, which never really got much sun because it faced south and into the dense forest. Sprawled in the bed, fast asleep, was a boy, who had springy, dark curly hair, and brown freckled cheeks still well round with youth. His pointed cap was askew from having worn it to bed, and his blanket was kicked off and tangled around his feet. He drooled slightly onto his pillow. 

Navi hoped the boy had a nice dream. She fluttered around his face, calling into his ear, “Hey, Link! Wake up!” 

Link didn’t rouse, only snuffled and buried his face in the pillow. Normally Navi would be happy to let him wake in his own time, but there was no time for that today, there was an emergency. “Link, listen! The Great Deku Tree is asking for you, okay, wake up! Now!” 

If anything, the boy seemed to just get more asleep, splaying out on his belly and sinking deeper into the mattress. Navi looked up in exasperation and started bouncing up and down on his shoulder. That didn’t work; she was too light and Link had always been both a deep sleeper and sturdier than the other Kokiri. 

So she sprayed water into his ear. 

Link sprang upright with a loud, disgusted whine, swiping at his pointed ear. Navi hovered around him while he pouted, rubbing the sleep from his eyes and fixing his cap. When he spotted her, the grumpiness evaporated from his face and he grinned, his big, round brown eyes sparkling with joy. 

“Navi!” He gasped. The boy couldn’t see past her glow the way she winced as his voice cracked. “You’re back! It’s been forever!”

She dimmed her light so Link could see her properly, and smiled. She didn’t comment on the fact that Link had grown-- a lot -- in the year since her last visit to the forest. “I know, too long. I’ll have to tell you all my stories later, though, okay? The Deku Tree is asking for you.”

“Mmgh,” Link rubbed his eyes again. “Now?”

“Yes, Link,” Navi said. At her solemn tone, Link’s his eyes widened, and he scooted to the edge of the bed. 

“ Now ?” He repeated, the meaning different. 

“Yes, Link,” Navi also repeated, the meaning the same.

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Read the rest of the chapter over on ao3! ✨🤘🧙‍♂️👇

[bloomboxygo]

ARC-V Month Day 16: Actually, he would say that

@arcvmonth

Alright, I know last post I told that the salt prompt was the next one I'd work on, but that proved to be more than I could chew. I need it to be accurate and thorough, so I'm delaying it for now, and I'll do easier, more lighthearted stuff.

I... At the risk of getting too off topic, I'm gonna mention the Monsters (mostly Melodious) a lot in these headcanons. After all, who else will? Still gonna have actual ARC-V characters here and there (Yuzu)

You know that I do Duel Spirits, so it makes sense that they have the Spirit World. The Melodious' home is a Conservatory, not a stage. They are performers who seek to soothe the souls of whoever listens (this is based off Cross Duel flavor text, RIP)

The Spirit World itself is kinda like a dreamworld crafted by the humans' desires in the real world. That's how we can get the new Melodious Fusions, the Synchro Superheavies, and all the new forms of Odd-Eyes, the performapals, and such.

Now, there's some implications that Aria and Sonata are related, as they gently hold hands to perform their techniques such as Tribute Summoning. Also Sonata is never seen without Aria. They're girlfriends. Based off of that, there are other ships of mine in this new world: Canon/Solo (graceful, but also tough with a short temper/ a cheerful, playful ball of positivity) and Mozarta/Cat Dancer

Elaboraring on the latter, Mozarta trained Cat Dancer to control her power and have her combined with the grace of a performer, as the Dancer's form wasn't refined at all. With that, Cat Dancer evolved into Panther Dancer and beat Mozarta at last, scarring her with vertical marks down her eyes, which she keeps as a reminder that she has to attain personal growth as well, and thus a rivalry, and love, was born. (She's the only maestra to have those marks in her body, and those are kept as Bloom Diva)

Oh yeah Cat Dancer's essentially Goku. Starts off as Blue Cat, the strongest of her kind, and trains more and more to protect the other Lunalights. There, she fused with Purple Butterfly to become Cat Dancer, which is SSJ1. Panther Dancer could be considered SSJ2 and Leo Dancer SSJ3.

Sorry if I bored you with that, let's get to the silly/cute stuff

The Melodious are open to new genres of music. Yuzu shows them, via Bloom Diva, some other musical trends that the Monsters have fun of. One time, Yuzu showed a famous song to Bloom Diva, who was endeared by it but also kinda confused. When she met the other Melodious, she found out that Serenade, Sonata and Solo were doing the Caramelldansen, much to many's shock.

Not all experiments were good. Yuzu had a Duel with a Duelie Club students who used autotune for her songs. It was so bad for the Melodious, it got turned into their favorite insult when they think something is really fake.

But some were great! They had an exchange program with a band of traveling performers of light and sound known as P.U.N.K.

Bloom Diva's pot is actually her feet. It's like her shins have turned into roots that could somewhat move beneath the pistil of the flower platform she's in. Nobody really knows why.

After some demonstrations by Yuzu and Mikiyo, Aria tried to emulate the more modern, idol style, as she thought that would boost her confidence and make her more open. It... Didn't quite work out, but the try was definitely appreciated.

Elegy got significantly better at performing once Yuzu's adventures were over. The Melodious felt they were affected more by her tragic, gloomier songs, and Elegy doesn't really elaborate why. Turns out, Yuzu's misadventures gave her a lot of new material and she's somewhat embarrassed of it.

Harmonia's still trying to get Melodious Pendulums to the Conservatory to this day. Sadly, her efforts seem to remain futile.

Superheavy Samurai Brave Masurawo is actually a statue built by the other big Superheavies in Gongenzaka's honor. Superheavy Samurai Prodigy Wakashi is a little flutist robot built by the little guys as "Masurawo's best friend".

The Lyriluscs, as you may know by my fics, are girlscouts. They were always that way as with these ideals, they've worked together and grown stronger together. Nightingale only takes the messages to heart...

While Promenade Thrush is strict about the respect of the rules. Heck, sometimes, when it's particularly bad, she turns into Sergeant Hartman for a bit.

The Windwitches can come in two forms: humanoids and constructs. Humanoids talk as a person would, but constructs only communicate with dings, bells and chimes. Winter Bell adds whistles.

I'm sure there's more I could put, but I'm a bit tired. And next part... Is gonna be a big one, let me tell you.

[fangjuexias]

Inferior By Nature Audio Drama || Theme Song, "Island Knight"

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Walking down the street lost myself nobody helps unexpected appearance oh free my soul I see the twilight oh guide my way

The strings still playing You take me to the light

Dawn is the knight's cloak Already in a whirlpool Dusk is a nameless elegy The spirit never gave in Break though the night Running to you holding you tight telling you that I'm so sorry apologize for the misunderstanding dance in the storms with me like the camellia bloom leave alone the hurts in our bones stinging but worth it

ln this lonely island Heavy rain wash my eyes no tears to cry Everything flows in mind like a bright star in the sky keep on shining to guide my way oh～ sunlight break though the darkness l will keep you here by my side

Break though the night Running to you holding you tight telling you that I'm so sorry apologize for the misunderstanding dance in the storms with me like the camellia bloom leave alone the hurts in our bones stinging but worth it

Break free the chains Accepting the judgment of light The road is covered with thorns I've never been so determined Dance on the cliff Feel the heartbeat when you're with me The clouds is staring up the sun The sun also longs for clouds

[manwalksintobar]

First Elegy: Rotten Lake // Muriel Rukeyser

As I went down to Rotten Lake I remembered the wrecked season, haunted by plans of salvage, snow, the closed door, footsteps and resurrections, machinery of sorrow.

The warm grass gave to the feet and the stilltide water was floor of evening and magnetic light and reflection of wish, the black-haired beast with my eyes walking beside me.

The green and yellow lights, the street of water standing point to the image of that house whose destruction I weep when I weep you. My door (no), poems, rest, (don’t say it!) untamable need.

*

When you have left the river you are a little way nearer the lake; but I leave many times. Parents parried my past;the present was poverty, the future depended on my unfinished spirit. There were no misgivings because there was no choice, only regret for waste, and the wild knowledge: growth and sorrow and discovery.

When you have left the river you proceed alone; all love is likely to be illicit; and few friends to command the soul;they are too feeble. Rejecting the subtle and contemplative minds as being too thin in the bone;and the gross thighs and unevocative hands fail also. But the poet and his wife, those who say Survive, remain; and those two who were with me on the ship leading me to the sum of the years, in Spain.

When you have left the river you will hear the war. In the mountains, with tourists, in the insanest groves the sound of kill, the precious face of peace. And the sad frightened child, continual minor, returns, nearer whole circle, O and nearer all that was loved, the lake, the naked river, what must be crossed and cut out of your heart, what must be stood beside and straightly seen.

*

As I went down to Rotten Lake I remembered how the one crime is need. The man lifting the loaf with hunger as motive can offer no alibi, is always condemned.

These are the lines at the employment bureau and the tense students at their examinations; needing makes clumsy and robs them of their wish, in one fast gesture

plants on them failure of the imagination; and lovers who lower their bodies into the chair gently and sternly as if the flesh had been wounded, never can conquer.

Their need is too great, their vulnerable bodies rigidly joined will snap, turn love away, fear parts them, they lose their hands and voices, never get used to the world.

Walking at night, they are asked Are you your best friend’s best friend? and must say No, not yet, they are love’s vulnerable, and they go down to Rotten Lake hoping for wonders.

Dare it arrive, the day when weakness ends? When the insistence is strong, the wish converted? I prophesy the meeting by the water of these desires.

I know what this is, I have known the waking when every night ended in one cliff-dream of faces drowned beneath the porous rock brushed by the sea;

suffered the change : deprived erotic dreams to images of that small house where peace walked room to room and always with one face telling her stories,

and needed that, past loss, past fever, and the attractive enemy who in my bed touches all night the body of my sleep, improves my summer

with madness, impossible loss, and the dead music of altered promise, a room torn up by the roots, the desert that crosses from the door to the wall, continual bleeding,

and all the time that will which cancels enmity, seeks its own Easter, arrives at the water-barrier; must face it now, biting the lakeside ground; looks for its double,

the twin that must be met again, changeling need, blazing in color somewhere, flying yellow into the forest with its lucid edict: take to the world,

this is the honor of your flesh, the offering of strangers, the faces of cities, honor of all your wish. I say in my own voice. These prophecies may all come true,

out of the beaten season. I look in Rotten Lake wait for the flame reflection, seeing only the free beast flickering black along my side animal of my need,

and cry I want! I want! rising among the world to gain my converted wish, the amazing desire that keeps me alive, though the face be still, be still, the slow dilated heart know nothing but lack, now I begin again the private rising, the ride to survival of that consuming bird beating, up from dead lakes, ascents of fire.

(from A Turning Wind, 1939)