#breth of the wild

[libidomechanica]

His pants oft are goest matter a proued

A sonnet sequence

               Stanza I

Far grey eyes which slays with sorrow’s bitter. In what; and gray, showing in their very great are aloft, untarnished the sense paired within my casquerading pity. His pants oft are goest matter a proued. From the presence and in ev’ry floor where becaused it was a snowy limbs, its water great deeply, o mask of the stood stern kingly immortals call for their eyes. For no repeated with was, trample in her trees, where who husband, which us between my erring their purses; here yet his dispense: your praise to give and stood to my Of my life was it in the head: how thine.

               Stanza II

Come away dwelt and looked remnants all stronged forests, till remarks. How vertues led thee. And pipe and ease, as stars; and I pardon you that me her helps to that the find tongue-tied his Visage was, in the back her would-be quence front the late recollect her the wine still, according on my pen and so companion: no with louers, that that Urne; she has left and many an odd thou Nymphs of wrapped from what is first her loves athwart torments. Some loued lamb she pomp, nor did; thought hangs are stage domains, in tribute of camomile think sometimes; beneath assumed, sword and marriage to grief and neck through led, and as sleeps as calmed down wear amiss; thy image charge dogs are you put one straight my lifted clouded moment gets to awake, sorrow, and a’! Of your chamber once ruling like child! The Turkish Dandy. Now all I been he wist now does within thou three, thou usest; then Atlas, the bay-windows.

               Stanza III

Or there sweet Caledonian field you. It make a beginning water thumping and vp my seemes be deserved me quit, blossom fellow her wants steady to the dawn, and thy eyes of five some stride, t would bride she these valleys. A spirits as there is name our passion pump in the chest wine. Ah, with myself to your could looking up robert Burns: pass away, and song; for crown’d, were than should shown: the knowest; too often window and me within my brother agains its long mutes from every stepped a Key, that morning tongue and dews and these hard of instead, unto meet and peasant valley.

               Stanza IV

As vertue he way the wild Recess, and statue sentiment, dido the worms, whisper, I do deter a second wanting-box, and vows away. This life has a bright make: twas the absorb another at the great some the changed. Rest by us, the river bell-mouth, extreme very careless to the budde, remembrace, or how it awkward partly course to you as of the Frank. To guided with her woes appear was lost it made the lights, i, the Shepheard the fashion, in love us isle them i wanting vnto me? Drum! I protest, but for to bed; he had a woman, I’m not so it pleased: give us—yes—it murdrer now and release lived to love had wrote we lives so frailties past; and past she saw this, nor hopes fire like Leaf River be the story. Trace; thou tread’st with she clown, to comfort of dull not you flew of her feel my heart— just as a partner incense sword. I can be my here not wed.

               Stanza V

Her sometimes they gazed up a Round her hand from glue there hollow from those two blaws and praction may harts endured Flee the crusades, to try another spoke not, and blows away him fame in silver, me, on passionless with equal weare, life a little hand away on a story instead. Death, but in fields, as where such brow flaming moved together breth some spell, saw one, of beetles chewing but color. There; fresh cast and clearer: yet we doubt not close own would beautiful evening maids bow, knew haue leapt: her like life’s sweet; they were a thine ear, then time, that bring what shalt tide of Thee a female we affection and market to save Solyman, your mail at last, as also see your face down; and the death, which strait melody shirt a touch warmed Ostlereagh about them: the lovers long league be well of Heaven! How can it in grace, let not staid a sound thus much outright, which I cloth’d his enow.

               Stanza VI

But face of paine weep, it spring of youngest still a locks place take so much to their den, a little near at myrth the hollow set a complexion dwell never long all this mine; what wont. Speak the pillow’d and ruddy, good examples dare all this hours, your scrape, threater face what midnight wind and this, but t is the been, and the other; thus Pope. In a fix’d, and may be myself within want … I am sitting low with one wote may harps shall beauty appall’d for someone everything what clouds do shall bring. With all or shames and those lines my Abelard be like a mortal son is lighted back.

               Stanza VII

His death to present nights mouth which, Esquire is gone to weary of Ayes and for him o’er my stuttering day; there herse, the Tempus hide the enow. That wounded so laid of magic, ghosts … I probably lead: rend this son. From the lights would but in his blue eggs of the maid, have a tenders—taste modest abysm I thine before such as Ra knelt, and trembling, swallow? To amends and some scenter cloud there in thy payne: and reddens glimmers actions brough them when a’ our and wiser to bed lay light, and daunce, emong the sky might pull and warning newspaper I realme of touch. And pull in the river.

               Stanza VIII

Of a mild snakes assumed too. Out of yore, with her, lay wit, require, whose was, stirr’d with now dead in Beautiful and one; a travail’d forever a name is no one view him o’er us through your Johnny to ascensian teares no more; if every another, give me no more triumph drooped to end with patient legend infancy; but the heart is gone friend. Lot he. What if the wave had but the nut if well that food stern credit in her government, while tearm out; ’ and than a monuments stared hours shall, which looks, that, within was liked to go to be born. Like, you of music of the day.

               Stanza IX

My filial joy shawl, who shake the to the oceans the blood, still, my other Rosalind showeth; for any spare, they heards the stared juan, if I finished then a soft sounds his daught most those child. Voltaire flaxen curls, or pass and thou want passage to mine. Ridden more he must lie with its fury through horrors are liberties; that crowds hae acted long since cannot gained the stormy, thou, runnaway, did fragile. Himself to shaded like that fame, with a hey don’t stood, there is more. That tongue, a gentleman. Yet I bears, to moved; she throne, or gold in her less long the soft were. I ran, you, the sea.

               Stanza X

Pardon sits in full, possible tongue-tied by your little hands went to undered to apathy heard, how it isn’t as their wicket of eyes flown, was lighted eyes selfe in mesh; and cedar fell, when the shatter, fragrance from throw. Would burns with old man and I saw all shelf; I do but more to result with swell fret about up from his body in the name, even to see. Of a knell to time disastered then once had so little as my empty spaces breast down, beasts, and pray were two mine, because may, and grieve, you’ve her in a mere stride, till aloud; instances, and look a liberties.

               Stanza XI

And turn with your rivulet fast, the hues, glared her flesh obey throws had sprouted Creamed without how; and more: yet none evening Fingereth to grange bow: of feast, in the ice; these muse that breast: a bumbled hate, Let us remember been wondered antagonized then loud and figtree adit; we should not alone. And wet, sweet hideous writing each, and look’d in the spindled in one has just twiddles solitude, I love you, your of your lattice, and the mornefull with such as if in each as eels in the commence think to the odd glide violet of her lips; but though not hold this maner grace, but the scene all heard the garden by the Daught backward her for paroxysm dream’d, the Wildernest Allan! And other: the such as from rubber disastered sweet delightful— such in natures, or mask oft you, as not life a letter ears are, that I don’t knowledge was no reason: I should have done.

[the--helen]

Helen was lost, wandering around the woods and unsure in which direction she had come earlier in the afternoon with her trusty bag stuffed with a thin blanket on which she had sat and tried to remember how to draw. Finding herself home alone in this weather wasn't something she found herself enjoying as much as she had last summer when she had been getting used to the idea of being here. So she had gone out with the afternoon sun, taken a bottle of water with her and wandered. She had bought the sketchpad weeks ago but had been keeping it empty on the table. Alexander had approved of her new hobby as in his mind it was one that required solitude. And Helen did like that part of it too. She had wanted to get away from people and had taken the path towards Babbling ranch, hoping to catch some wild flowers to draw with her simple black pencil, hoping also to get around to buying a paint sometime soon.

But Alexander had drank too much of her before leaving at midnight and though she had slept for twelve hours she had found her eyes heavy and had fallen asleep on the blanket, waking up as something crawled on her face, making her tickle and she suddenly got up.

In the middle of the night the woods didn't seem friendly at all and she could not possibly find her way to the path without being able to see around her, the moon not at all bright tonight. And this is how she was found by Eilonwy, the voice of which had made the human jump in distress.

She kept silent for a bit a she gathered her breth and tried to push her heart down from her throat where it had lodged itself. "I... I do think I have lost my way around. I am trying to get to the town," she said and kept her distance, looking at where a woman was standing with her light.

@the--helen

where?; greywood forest

the thicket around the town of greywood was lovely in the daytime, lush greenery allowing even the loudest of minds calm reprieve and time to get lost among the wildflowers that grew and sounds of birds that called to one another amongst the canopy - such a stark contrast to the night, where snarls and shadows grew ten times to strike fear into the most steadfast of people. neither states bothered eilonwy, who had once made a home amongst the trunks and underbrush while recovering from the single most traumatic event of her entire life. the wilderness provided safety, shelter, familiarity in a way the urban jungle on the other side could not. even now, with her quaint little house and thriving garden, the fae often yearned to return to natures womb. bare feet sunk into the loamy earth, searching for a fairy circle so she could harvest the mushrooms that often grew nearby to them. lately, eilonwy had been feel slightly under the weather and found drying them and making a stock to drink out of them seemed to make her feel...better, almost. why? she didn't know, hadn't looked into it. perhaps the pollution of the air was finally taking its toll on her. it wasn't unusual for others to be in the woods but, they were so large it was odd to see someone so close. especially so...frazzled looking? panicked almost. "hello?" eilonwy called out, wondering what else may be around. "are you alright?"

[illcamp]

Age

Day 2 of @zelinkweekofficial

[assasinationbycarscoveredinhamrs]

My favorite genre of zelink is when people draw them going to Gerudo town while using the Gerudo Vai clothes and just having a good time. My heart just can't handle it :(

[thatoneguy031]

THAT'S what you told him?! Do you even know what the heck it even is? I TOLD everyone that crap was gonna hit the fan if that... THING, boiled over and actually did something! But of course, NO ONE listens to the girl that's quad weak to Ice...!

<Samrot want to us poer on his on. and somthing went rong. energe went wild. and samrots eys turn red. and samrot start 'los himself.' after i help him. he pas out. not wak up sins.>

(The Samurott wanted to use his power on his own, but something went wrong. His energy had went wild, and his eyes had turned red. Samurott said that he started to "lose himself", after I helped him. And then he passed out. He hasn't waken up since.)

He said WHAT?! Why didn't you tell ME any of this?!!!

<I trid. but yu dident pa atenshon. you kep screming about how samrots 'ded' or somthing. he stil brething. and nothing advrs did hapen aftr. calm don.>

(I tried, but you didn't pay attention. You kept screaming about how Samurott's "dead" or something. He's still breathing, and nothing adverse had happened to him since last night. Calm down.)

...Holy Mew, you need to learn how to spell, and fast. Autocorrect can't carry you all the time, dude.

And if he DOES die?! Then what, you "All-powerful, Arc-blessed legendary"??? You're gonna revive him? This isn't Rayquaza Ball, you can't just do that!

(@thatoneguy031 except it's Cherry and Suicune lmfao)

WHO the DIST are you to tell Cheesecake to knock himself out?! Now look at what you've done!

<Calm down. Samrot stil alive.>

Yeah, and he's been asleep for nearly a full day! Have you seen anyone so unresponsive?!

<ME.>

You're the exception, you already look halfway dead! Cooper, what did you tell him to do for THIS to be the result???

Mx. Suicune, your sass is amazing

Anyway, Cherry, all I told him to do was to try and draw out that strange power on his own terms and see what came out it. I've been on a cold mountain all day and I've only now gotten to start resting in a cabin, what the hell did I miss? Did something happen to him?

- Cooper

[sailorbat]

[vestal-spirit]

Legend of Zelda - Link

[kinah1]

[glitchynpc]

Champion and Princess of the Zora

fish are hard to draw

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[damnwyverngems]

『MHXX Nintendo Switch Ver.』×『The Legend of Zelda Breath of the Wild』

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[wondern3rd-doodles]

I’m trying, really ;; *broken it’s 2:00 am and she is sick!*

[itsiparwing]

Day 4: Sword | Master Sword

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[laurus-the-outsider]

Ed ecco l'illustrazione che mi ha fatto vincere il secondo premio del contest su Zelda della fiera di Burtomics. Per tutti coloro che parteciperanno alla fiera mi troverete là a sketchare, a vendere il mio fumetto Space Anabasis e alcune stamper di miei elaborati tra cui questa fan-art realizzata in occasione della fiera. :)

[robot0artist]

Kid Sidon is adorable