to save you.

[cowardlyrabbit]

//it’s munday

good morning i slept like shit now i got life obligations and i’m ready to die

[wallpenguin]

Link Between Worlds by ミンメ

[thequotejournals]

The best way to not feel hopeless is to get up and do something. Don’t wait for good things to happen to you. If you go out and make some good things happen, you will fill the world with hope, you will fill yourself with hope.

Barack Obama

[cowardlyrabbit]

k y’all i’m headed off for now!! still have a few drafts so i might get around to them this evening but until then

xoxo y’all have a good day

[cowardlyrabbit]

loruleanmonarch;

              ❛   TAKE ME TO it, then.   ❜   if it was outside the castle, than there is little wonder hilda hadn’t spotted it, but more wonder for how it wasn’t so heinously ravaged apart by others. very little did she leave the confines of her own home —– it was a space she knew well, a space where the fear of attack was nonexistent. digits delicately touched the petals, gaze softening as if remembering fonder times. 

               HIS EXCITEMENT TO take her places was only further prompting for such nostalgia. a sudden and overwhelming wave of nostalgia hit her like the waves of a tsunami often took to a city at large ;; delicate touch on stem with such dangers as thorns became the uncertainty of one who didn’t know their way about the darkness. where there was no blood to be seen, lorulean royalty winced slightly as palm grazed few thorns too close for comfort and she offered the beautiful flower back. 

             ❛   PERHAPS YOU SHOULD take this, and return the full bloom to me in turn.   ❜   there was a tone of slight tease in her voice — wasn’t that what ravio did  ?   barter in exchange for goods and services. tone of gaiety only insinuates that hilda, too, could play at this game.

The slight graze of her fingertips didn’t go past his notice, he nearly fretted before she spoke once more... and the playful sound of her voice made his cheeks flush, however lightly, with the color of embarrassment. She must’ve been in good spirits, in any case. He laughed softly, rubbing the back of his head as he gazed away.

“Of course, if that’s what Your Grace desires, but... ah,” he reached out slightly, once again gripping the flower from the opposite end. “If the rest of its kind are to your liking, I thought perhaps we could transplant them all around Lorule.” Perhaps one day, black roses would bloom all over. 

“And, so, should that be the case...” he trailed off, then pausing in a moment of blatant hesitation. His cheeks drawing a deeper crimson shade, unsure how to show a subtle convincing. “I-I, ah, picked this one with you in mind. It was so beautiful, I thought it’d only be proper for our kingdom’s sovereign to keep the first pick of its bloom...” He prayed the true nature of his actions remained unnoticed, however he looked back to her with a gentle expression.

"Would you like me to remove it’s thorns?”

[cowardlyrabbit]

viisaus;

               quiet placidity lacquers pale features and aptly poised                             does queenly comportment appear; bejewelled head                             cants softly in tacit acknowledgement and gloved hand                             rises to both accept and dismiss the heartfelt genuflect.                             in those few moments, she is the paragon of majesty —                             yet if one scrutinises hard enough, past the guise of                             stony calm: bewilderment lies buried within depths of                             deep blue and alarm seizes the smooth slate of her brow.

               (link, her mind murmurs for the smallest of seconds. link…                             link—?)

                                          ❝ i assure you, the honour is all mine. you are                                           sir ravio, am i correct? ❞ she stands, takes                                           a step forward. (not link, she corrects herself.                                           (his face is not quite the same, nor is his soul.)                                           ravio. sir ravio, envoy of lorule kingdom.) ❝ her                                           highness hilda spoke briefly of you during our                                           correspondence. ❞

While her words were vague and certainly reflective of formality, he found himself somewhat flattered in any case. Perhaps it was to be attributed to the tone of her voice; it, too, was familiar and fond (however otherwise known to be curt and cold in recollection.) As his own formality was dismissed, the young man nodded once more in respect, then rose to his feet. 

“Ah, well, I certainly hope the words my princess spoke of me were gracious.” He gave a soft laugh, feeling a bit bashful to have been mentioned at all. “Regardless, I’m an attendant of the royal family, and an ambassador of sorts, today.” He’d not divulge the true lengths of Hilda’s requests, but he held no sort of malice in his secrecy. “Princess Hilda’s quite curious about your land, Your Highness.”

Simply, he was sent to determine the nature of the Kingdom’s disposition.

[cowardlyrabbit]

solleonis;

          She would be lying if she said that the storefront had not been what had gotten her attention, or the little bird flying around the rabbit masked man. “I’ve been looking for something for my Papa. Something that would bring him luck. Heh, I hear rabbits can be lucky, so I thought I would come take a look at things if that’s okay? You wouldn’t happen to have ideas of what I could get him would you, Rabbit-san?”

Endearment was quick to set in with her introduction; how sweet! A little girl looking to bring her father good luck. Perhaps it was due to his own familial situations, but he had a soft spot for matters like these. “Hmm, good luck, ya say? Well, they say rabbits feet bring good luck! If you’re willin’ ta pay the right price, just say the word and I’ll hack off my own foot!” An overly amused laugh followed, probably not the best humor to have with children, but he brushed himself off quick. “Just kidding!” (...Well. Maybe.)

[wnq-movies]

I tend to think you’re fearless when you recognize why you should be scared of things, but do them anyway.

Christian Bale (via wnq-movies)

[raywaltzycloudy]

[cowardlyrabbit]

@solleonis​ liked for a starter! ♫

The young child caught his attention; she adorned an outfit that looked quite unlike those most residents in Lorule wore (but then again, he wasn’t really in a position to talk.) She was adorable regardless, however seeming the slightest bit timid. Putting on an appearance perhaps... more genuine, than that he’d show to adults, he greeted his customer as he would any. “Hello, little one, what brings you in today?”

[cowardlyrabbit]

loruleanmonarch;

               SHE NEVER USUALLY heard him yelling from wherever he was, but exceptionally empty castles were often bound to send sounds farther than filled ones. not that lorule’s castle was a complete ghost town, but it was scarce enough to be considered such. soft exhaled left / bored expression studied over various papers and such she had never gotten to before that day. one hand held quill, other rested her chin up like a pillar supporting great foundation. only when doors slammed open in  (  abrupt / unexpected  ) way did her gaze snap from something that seemed nigh lobotomized. 

              RAVIO ALWAYS FELL. he was always clumsy, so she had little doubt that he was fine. still, she stood from where her seat was and almost headed over to help him recover from such an embarrassing accident. his cheerful demeanor only prompted the ghost of a smile ‘pon hildas own features, as curiosity poked from the corners of her mind. 

               ❛   WHAT IS IT, ravio  ?   ❜   she was never keen on making such assumptions anyhow, and slight relief was granted when he didn’t ask her to guess. 

Her vague hint of curiosity only incited his mood to skyrocket; a look of anything besides despair or emptiness was rare and vibrant upon her visage. He only hoped that’d be the least of what he’d evoke from her today… or the rest of their days, were he being honest. But given his agenda, he was praying on the former.

Hardly pausing for a moment of suspense, he whipped his hand out from behind his back—holding a single, black flower up in her view. He gripped the stem carefully at the base—between his pointer finger and thumb. His skin was noticeably marred a bit; he’d not heeded the orchid’s thorns in his excitement.

“Look—it’s a flower, a real flower!” A sight growing rarer and rarer every day in their kingdom; his only recollection these orchids were those he saw in Hyrule, however those were of a different crimson shade. “I think it’s called, a, uh... Ah! A rose—!” He held it up closer, as if gesturing for her to take. “Have you ever seen one?! I found a whole bush of them growing outside the castle! Isn’t that amazing, Your Grace?!” 

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@lcylines​ liked for a starter! ♫

He’d heard talk of a world that paralleled his own; it was similar however quite divergent in many ways. It was an untamed land of endless potential—a trait that’d all but vanished from the vocabulary of Lorule. He never thought he’d see the day where he could walk from one acer to the next without fear of the world crumbling under his feet, had it not vanished already. 

However, regardless of optimism and blatant difference, he wasn’t free from fear in all regards. Fleet of foot (though only in matters of life and death,) he found himself sprinting for dear life to outrun a moblin—at least less intimidating than he’d otherwise know. Regardless, the world was cold and hard in any land, it’d seem. With his view distorted by the mask flapping up and down by his steps, he’d not realized the moment he’d taken a turn to sharp; abruptly, he clashed into a figure—luckily, not of a species unlike his own.

“A-Ah—!! My apologies!” Regaining his composure, he looked up toward the person he struck “T-There’s this monster chasin’ me though,  ya gotta help me, Budd—!” Dumbfounded for a moment, he cut himself short. 

“…P-Princess Hilda!?”

[cowardlyrabbit]

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[ COLORS ] RED. BROWN. ORANGE. YELLOW. GREEN. BLUE. PURPLE. PINK. BLACK. WHITE. TEAL. SILVER. GOLD. GREY. LILAC. METALLIC. MATTE. ROYAL BLUE. STRAWBERRY RED. CHARCOAL GREY. FOREST GREEN. APPLE RED. NAVY BLUE. CRIMSON. CREAM. MINT GREEN.

[ ELEMENTS ] FIRE. ICE. WATER. AIR. EARTH. RAIN. SNOW. WIND. MOON. STARS. SUN. HEAT. COLD. STEAM. FROST. LIGHTNING. SUNLIGHT. MOONLIGHT. DAWN. DUSK. TWILIGHT. MIDNIGHT. SUNRISE. SUNSET. DEWDROPS. CASH.

[ BODY ] CLAWS. LONG FINGERS. FANGS. TEETH. WINGS. TAILS. LIPS. BARE FEET. FRECKLES. BRUISES. CANINE. SCARS. SCRATCHES. WOUNDS. BURNS. SPIKES. FEATHERS. WEBS. EYES. HANDS. SWEAT. TEARS. FELINE. CHUBBY. CURVY. SHORT. TALL. NORMAL HEIGHT. MUSCULAR. PIERCING.TATTOOS.

[ WEAPONS ] FISTS. SWORD. DAGGER. SPEAR. ARROW. EXPLOSIVES. HAMMER. SHIELD. POISON. GUNS. AXES. THROWING AXES. WHIPS. KNIVES. THROWING KNIVES. PEPPER SPRAYS. TASERS. SLINGSHOTS. KATANAS. MACES. STAFFS. WANDS. POWERS. MAGICAL ITEMS. MAGIC. ROCKS. MUD BALLS.

[ MATERIALS ] GOLD. SILVER. PLATINUM. TITANIUM. DIAMONDS. PEARLS. RUBIES. SAPPHIRES. EMERALDS. AMETHYST. METAL. IRON. RUST. STEEL. GLASS.WOOD. PORCELAIN. PAPER. WOOL. FUR. LACE. LEATHER. SILK. VELVET. DENIM. LINEN. COTTON. CHARCOAL. CLAY. STONE. ASPHALT. BRICK. MARBLE. DUST. GLITTER. BLOOD. DIRT. MUD. SMOKE. ASH. SHADOW. CARBONATE. RUBBER. SYNTHETICS.

[ NATURE ] GRASS. LEAVES. TREES. BARK. ROSES. GLADIOLUS. DAISIES. TULIPS. LAVENDER. LILIES. PETALS. THORNS. SEEDS. HAY. SAND. ROCKS. ROOTS. FLOWERS. OCEAN. RIVER. MEADOW. FOREST. DESERT. TUNDRA. SAVANNA. RAIN. FOREST. CAVES. UNDERWATER. CORAL REEF. THUNDER & LIGHTNING. BEACH. WAVES. SPACE. CLIFFS. CLOUDS. MOUNTAINS. SKY. GRAVITY.

[ ANIMALS ] LIONS. WOLVES. EAGLES. BLUE-JAYS. OWLS. FALCONS. HAWKS. SWANS. SNAKES. TURTLES. DUCKS. BUGS. SPIDERS. BIRDS. WHALES. DOLPHINS. FISH. SHARKS. HORSES. CATS. DOGS. BUNNIES. PRAYING MANTISES. CROWS. RAVENS. MICE. LIZARDS. WEREWOLVES. UNICORNS. PEGASUS. DRAGONS. RATS. FOXES. BATS.

[ FOODS/DRINKS ] SUGAR. SALT. CANDY. BUBBLEGUM. WINE. CHAMPAGNE. HARD LIQUOR. BEER. COFFEE. TEA. COCOA. SPICES. HERBS. APPLE. ORANGE. LEMON. CHERRY. STRAWBERRY. WATERMELON. VEGETABLES. FRUITS. MEAT. FISH. PIES. DESSERTS. CHOCOLATE. CREAM. CARAMEL. BERRIES. NUTS. CINNAMON. BURGERS. BURRITOS. PIZZA. AMBROSIA.

[ HOBBIES ] MUSIC. ART. MEDITATING. GARDENING. SMITHING. SCULPTING. PAINTING. SKETCHING. FIGHTING. WRITING. COMPOSING. COOKING. SEWING. TRAINING. DANCING. ACTING. SINGING. MARTIAL ARTS. SELF-DEFENSE. ELECTRONICS. TECHNOLOGY. CAMERAS. VIDEO GAMES. COMPUTER. PHONE. MOVIES. THEATER. LIBRARIES. BOOKS. MAGAZINES. CDS. RECORDS. VINYLS. CASSETTES. PIANO. VIOLIN. GUITAR. ELECTRIC GUITAR. BASS GUITAR. HARMONICA. HARP. WOODWINDS. BRASS. BELLS. PLAYING GUARDS. POKER CHIPS. CHESS. DICE. MOTORCYCLE RIDING. EATING. EXERCISING. CLIMBING. RUNNING. YOGA.

[ STYLE ] LINGERIE. ARMOR. CAPE. DRESS. TUNIC. VEST. SHIRT. BOOTS. HEELS. LEGGINGS. TROUSERS. JEANS. SKIRT. JEWELRY. EARRINGS. NECKLACE. BRACELET. WEDDING RING. PENDANT. HAT. CROWN. CIRCLET. HELMET. SCARF. BROCADE. CLOAKS. CORSETS. DUBLET. CHEST PLATE. GORGET. BRACERS. BELT. SASH. COAT. JACKET. HOOD. GLOVES. SOCKS. MASKS. COWLS. BRACES. WATCHES. GLASSES. SUNGLASSES. VISOR. EYE CONTACTS. MAKEUP.

[ MISC ] BALLOONS. BUBBLES. CITYSCAPE. LIGHT. DARK. CANDLES. WAR. PEACE. MONEY. POWER. PERCUSSION. CLOCKS. PHOTOS. MEMORIES. MIRRORS. PETS. KISSES. DIARY. FAIRY LIGHTS. MADNESS. SANITY. SADNESS. HAPPINESS. SUFFERING. OPTIMISM. PESSIMISM. LONELINESS. FAMILY. FRIENDS. ASSISTANTS. CO-WORKERS. ENEMIES. LOYALTY. SMOKING. DRUGS. KINDNESS. LOVE. HUGS. COMPASSION.

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Tagging: y’all

[cowardlyrabbit]

inmemcr;

loud hissing noises

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backs away slowly

[loruleanmonarch-deactivated2018]

                @ all yall ravios asking about hands: come here and catch mine

[cowardlyrabbit]

SAY NO MORE PRINCESS I’M A PROFESSIONAL

[loruleanmonarch-deactivated2018]

CATCH THEM. 

[cowardlyrabbit]

ur wish is my command............,,

[cowardlyrabbit]

fuck hands mc rabbit

[cowardlyrabbit]

@loruleanmonarch liked for a starter! ♫

Despite his visage being primarily cloaked by the bunny hood he adorned, a bright smile could be seen peeking out from beneath the mask. “Princess Hilda, Princess Hilda!” A sense of excitement echoed from his voice, and off the walls of the otherwise dull and silent corridor. Typically (or at least... often,) he’d heed such a somber mood, but he simply couldn’t contain himself today. Taking a steep turn and opening the door to Her Highness’ study, he fell flat on his face in an entrance befitting of his exuberance. However, quick in showing ignorance to his entire presence, and he looked up to her. 

“Your Grace—!!” Throwing back his hood, flashing that same bright smile her way, he put a palm to his heart and adjusted to kneel awkwardly. He was sure to keep one hand hidden behind his back, as it held the very article that brought him here today. “I have a surprise for you! You’ll never guess what I found today!”