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@usurpxrregalis Asked:
"the last time i tried to explain it, you laughed in my face." (Young Zant maybe?)
Tell Me What's Going On
"Is your ego really so rattled that I didn't listen to you the first time, Zant?"
She hadn't just not listened to him, no she had added insult to injury by laughing at him as well.
"I listened to you the next time you tried teaching me, didn't I?" The young Twili asked while giving a playful smile towards her newly assigned mentor.
"Are you really going to hold that against me?"
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@usurpxrregalis replied to your post: [Probably because I was listening to Paper Planes...
{All Gerudo are especially badass ladies!! It’s valid!}
[they are the most badass ladies and i love essentially all of them <3]
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Midna had more been blowing off steam after the elders messenger, Zant had barged into her room, and tried giving her a message from her father, King Azran.
Before she realized what she had even said it had slipped past her lips. "I hate you with such a passion."
She wasn't actually expecting for Zant to turn around in the doorway after handing over the scroll sealed with the royal family emblem.
The retort had been faint, but enough for her to still hear from the advisor as he said it. Maybe she was a little spoiled, and accustomed to just having anyone who worked for her Father's court just putting up with any and most snide remarks from her in passing.
Zant, whom she had known she was such no more older than a youngling however was always quick to meet her tit for tat.
Somehow.. She hated being confronted with this fact, and carefully bit her lower lip as a way to curb her temper from being as truly bad as it could be.
Before the Twili advisor could make it fully past the ornately engraved double doors she had moved in front of him after sliding off from the sofa where she had been lazing.
"Do you really disdain me, Zant?" Her tone was more sultry, and filled with something unsaid, possibly the tension of the moment.
Delicate rune covered arms reached up to grab a fistful of his robes before pulling him down to her level. "Good, now run along before I personally have Kazriel escort you out."
There was an emptiness to her words, and maybe even faint conflicted thoughts as she finally stepped aside to allow the advisor to leave.
She lost her resolve partway in going back to the sofa however, and gripped a fist at her side. Why if she hated him as much as she claimed did she also lose sense of reason around him too?
'Bastard.' She thought as she covered herself with the wolfos fur more out of something to occupy her hands which wanted to grab Zant by the robes, and shake him.
#{answered ask}#usurpxrregalis#{muse}: True Form Midna#Aaaa I wrote too much I'm sorry#Have some conflicted feels from Middles#midzant tw#seriously tho if you dont like dont read
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' There's always a chance they might lose it. '
“Underestimating them isn’t a smart move you should know that.”
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"Indeed, you are far from a youngling. Though, if you admit that much, you must accept your new responsibilities." If she didn't fine by him. It only meant she would be bypassed for nomination.
“I don’t have to accept anything as long as you are speaking to me in that manner.”
She then proceeded to poke the taller male in his chest. “You still work for my father and thus the royal family. Are we clear?” Usually she wouldn’t have been so pleased to remind Zant of his position, but he had condescended her one too many times lately.
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Did Zant really think that Ghirahim was that easily fooled? He couldn’t even begin to understand why exactly the Twili was having a newly revived outburst, and personally he really didn’t care to entertain such rude behaviors.
“No one is treating you in any such way.” He said firmly. Zant seemed to be easily offended if he perceived you were disrespecting him he noted. He could either use that to his advantage, or choose to steer clear. For now he was going to dive right into the fray.
White lips pursed in thought as he made a side-eyed gesture. Volga wasn’t anywhere near either of them. Mentally shrugging he deciding it would be easier to just humor Zant.
“Why would Volga want to go and do a thing like that? I suppose he doesn’t know true greatness when he lays eyes upon it.” He chuckled before making a quick dynamic pose and then dispersing in a flurry of diamonds.
“You didn’t betray our master did you?” He should really see to going and letting Ganondorf know that Zant had arrived back into the barracks.
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50. A god am I? {Drabble?}
then a god I shall be! Trope Writing( !!! I will try to follow any and all tropes sent as closely as possible !!!)It was all too easy to not only worm my way into the hearts of some of the Goddesses' creations, but their minds as well. Corrupting as I went was a simple matter as the Goddesses had turned a blind eye to the cries for help, vanishing after Hylia gave up her own godhood. Demise also being out of the picture made destroying cities and settlements far more entertaining as I had zero competition. The bokoblin fell into line first, and I suspected the rest would follow.One by one, regions fell to my darkness, and I gained followers from some seeking to merely save their own lives -- a foolish endeavor. I would slay some of those who surrendered in order to keep the fear alive in the others so they no longer questioned my authority or power."The goddesses no longer hear your prayers, and they do not see your suffering. Worship me and I alone will remedy it!" I reminded them constantly that the Goddesses were no longer omnipotent."I am a god who will save you. Help me to destroy the false ones and you will find true power!"Many took my boasting seriously, and would gladly die for their god. They would build the Stone Tower and spread my worship to other neighboring regions, but not always in a peaceful way. No longer did I personally have to wage war with others or directly dirty my own hands with blood, for my worshippers would do it for me without question.Once the Stone Tower was completed, I had fully intended to use my own army to destroy the Goddesses. The climb and attempt to overthrow the Goddesses with my worshippers yielded resistance. They had sent the Fierce One after myself and the army I had amassed, destroying all of them with a single strike, and wounding me in the process. In an effort to mock me, they flipped the tower upside down. In return, I created the world of Termina to further defy them.After all, a true god cannot be destroyed.
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"...." The strange youth didn't say much of anything. He merely chose to observe the stranger who happened upon the depths of the Lost Woods.
After what seemed to be a short pause, (and the youth got over whatever fears were cropping up) he kneeled to inspect the strange one laid out along the ground.
The manner of garb weren't like anything that Link had ever seen- and he was sure that he came across many manner of creature since he had come to occupy Termina- but that was another matter entirely, just as the youth sooner or later would encounter the odd and mischievous mask wearing trickster once again.
His matter at hand was however with the potential friend or foe- he was leaning more towards foe with the way that the stranger seemed to be wearing armor of sorts.
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"Sitting down." She responded simply, gazing up at the Twili from behind her mask.
"You looked lonely over here." She added, placing a small cloth bundle on the ground in front of her.
Unfolding the cloth revealed a simple array of food; three small bread rolls, some cooked fish and two bright red apples. With a smile she picked up an apple and offered it to the other.
"Hungry?"
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5. (For the villain thingy )
5. Mun, you could have spent the time and effort you dedicate to your museIf roleplaying as a hero. Why did you decide to roleplay as a villain?
I don’t know how to answer this question. Like I didn’t choose to rp as a villain, I chose to rp as Lucien. He is a villain, but I didn’t choose him because he’s a villain. I love characters that are morally ambiguous, chaotic good, and running off fear and hate and bitterness and hurt. Heroes and villains alike.
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Usurpxrregalis, Zant the Usurper King, Independent. Twilight Princess/HW, open to timelines.
you’ve been added to the list! welcome welcome!
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"So you still live! How amusing.."
“Oh. You are surprised? I did survive the wrath of a god-like demon... Thrice might I add. It will take much, much more to drag this old merchant to his early grave.��
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"Of all of the annoying nuisances
to be on this battlefield, I get the luck of
running into you don't I?"
She stopped in her tracks as the one
time usurper of her throne in the Twilight
appeared before her. The wolfos at her side
growled low in its throat as the teal runes lit
up reacting to their owners wrath directed at
the Twili "king" just across the barrier that
she had changed back for the forces of Hyrule.
"First, I have to deal with that witch who
changed me to that hideous cursed form,
and now you. Don't worry, I'll happily put
you in your place."
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Send me a ♗ and I’ll use my icon style to make an icon of your muse
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What Happened?
Specify whether you want a STARER or DRABBLE.Open l ClosedWhat Happened?: Our muses wake up the morning ‘after’ confused and clueless
The princess hurriedly gathered the furs around her form as soon as she realized that she wasn’t alone in her bed chambers. The apples of her cheeks flushed a hint of blue she tried to recall the night before, and slapped a hand to her forehead.
Whatever had transpired had her momentarily confused to say the least. The last she could recall she had gotten into an argument with Zant outside the library- and speaking of said mentioned Twili she chanced a glance out of the corner of her eye. When had she permitted the male into her bed let alone her room?
Groaning more in ire at herself for even letting Zant near her, she tightened her grip on the furs until her knuckles were turning pale. Her locks moving as if an entity of their own reached over and roughly grabbed the male Twili.
“You have ten seconds to give me a few reasons as to why I shouldn’t pulverize you.” She growled as she was getting glimpses of all that had occurred the night before- this of course only served to drive her more wild in her anger.
If Zant was lucky she might decide to leave a single piece of him. At the moment however, she wanted to wrap her orange locks tightly around his throat until he screeched to the gods.
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#{{answered ask}}#usurpxrregalis#tw violence#tw MidZant#{{Princesses chambers:: nsfw}}#{{just adding that to be safe}}
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