DEFIEDKING

Independent, selective, private ZANT rp blog from The Legend of Zelda Twilight Princess. As written by Manon. Est. 2014, remade July 2017. This blog ONLY interacts with mutuals. This blog DOES have exclusives/mains. Please read rules before interacting

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the one struggle of rping zant??? i will probably have to make my own edits because the fandom treats him like shit so there are only disrespectful posts of him

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@rajakvmari

          This place, it held nothing but sand so far the eye could reach. This place was as DRY as the twilight was, yet it was dry because of the HEAT which radiated from the sun, and not because of the COLD due to the lack of it. He hated the sunlight, hated the heat, and would linger in the slight amount of SHADOW which lingered.    “I do not understand how one could ENJOY this place.”

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@cerisetheai

          “It seems you once again DARE to approach me. You once again want to convince me with your beliefs?”    For he would not listen to her, for all that she had to say. He would stand his grounds, as truly, this realm STILL deserved to be punished for the torture upon his people, even though it had been caused by her ancestors.

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@rosalithe

          He barely bowed before her, not wanting to do so, though not refusing to show respect either. She was of royalty of her own, a monarch of this realm, and in such manners should he respect her... he too would want others to respect him in the same way, especially those who would come from far away countries.     “An HONOR it is to be meeting you. I have heard much about you.”

[ninizilla]

Visit Original Link

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it’s bedtime now but LIKE THIS FOR A STARTER and i will get to it tomorrow

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it’s bedtime now but LIKE THIS FOR A STARTER and i will get to it tomorrow

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Visit Original Link

[jeinu]

I turned my eyes to the heavens… and found a god.

King of Twilight, Zant. ( x )

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When you hit your tiny toe really hard

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MY GOD (divinepranker):

♛   °｡ﾟﾟ        FIXATION    SETTLES   ‘PON    FAMILIARITY.    this   is   one   whom   offered   his   hand   in   your   time   of   need    —–    —    –   &   you   feel   nothing.    not   even   the   HOTTEST   flame   shall   rid   his   heart   of   its   frigidness.   no   minor   trace   of   care    /    naught   ounce   of   gratitude.             ❛      YOU     HAVE     PROVEN     to    be    a    worthy    servant    of    mine.      ❜        

ALBEIT   ;   his   utterance   drawls   in   a   manner   that   there’s    more   to   spill.    wait ,   now.    these   curving   lips   are   not   genuine    &    these   words     —–     —     –    these   words   are   GLACIAL.       ❛       but   there’s   a   question   which   lingers.    tell   me   truthfully.   would   you   DIE   for   me   ?     ❜    /   @defiedking  .

          While being a KING himself, there was only ONE he would kneel and bow for, ONE that could give him orders, ONE that was worthy of the admiration he so deserved, for his GOD was the one who had granted him with this power, allowing him to claim that which was rightfully HIS. In exchange, he too had to take the throne of the world of LIGHT;; but that was only an added bonus, and with the powers granted, it wasn’t a task too difficult. Hearing the appreciation from his GOD was the biggest compliment he could receive, and a smile had formed upon his features, though hidden behind a mask.

          And so he kneeled before Him, only looking up with the question asked, although the answer was easy to give.     “Would it be your request, then I would die for you, My Lord, My GOD. Anything to protect you, to SERVE you, and show my GRATITUDE.”    As refusing him would only anger him, and he only wanted to please His ruler.

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We  are  BEGGARS;;  we  are  so  WEAK.   And  once  upon  a  time  we  had  the  WORLD  at  our  feet.   Well,  we’re  all  DYING  to  meet  our  maker  —–  BUT  ALL  OUR  GODS  HAVE  ABANDONED  US.  This  is  the  great  esoteric  depression.   We  sold  our  SOULS  but  couldn’t  buy  SALVATION.   We  are  all  the  shades  of  MISERY;;  the  reigning  champions  of  TRAGEDY.   I  found  GOD  clutching  a  razor  blade.   He  said:   “Look  at  the  MESS  they’ve  made.   They’d  trade  their  HEARTS  if  they  were  made  of  GOLD;;  but  they’re  as  WORTHLESS  as  the  souls  they  sold.”  //  written by Manon.

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We  are  BEGGARS;;  we  are  so  WEAK.   And  once  upon  a  time  we  had  the  WORLD  at  our  feet.   Well,  we’re  all  DYING  to  meet  our  maker  —–  BUT  ALL  OUR  GODS  HAVE  ABANDONED  US.  This  is  the  great  esoteric  depression.   We  sold  our  SOULS  but  couldn’t  buy  SALVATION.   We  are  all  the  shades  of  MISERY;;  the  reigning  champions  of  TRAGEDY.   I  found  GOD  clutching  a  razor  blade.   He  said:   “Look  at  the  MESS  they’ve  made.   They’d  trade  their  HEARTS  if  they  were  made  of  GOLD;;  but  they’re  as  WORTHLESS  as  the  souls  they  sold.”  //  written by Manon.

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MIDNA (speechlesslybeautiful):

°｡ﾟﾟ     ❛       I’M    YOUR    ALLY ,    ZANT.    A    DEAR    FRIEND.    ❜      ebony   lashes   fluttering.          here      ;      they    wholly    curtain    crimson    gaze.        much   presence   of    serenity    /   albeit   trace   of   sorrow.            ❛      —–      —      -    please.     why   do   you   behave   otherwise    ?      ❜       /      @defiedking

          “Ally? FRIEND?! Perhaps I do know the meaning of such, but YOU seemingly does NOT.”     Words were spat like venom, just like the SNAKE he could become. They had always treated him as OUTCAST, and one by one they would follow the herd. How PATHETIC.     “The actions behind my back were no SECRET to me, but I thought at least YOU would remain my ALLY in this ----- yet here you are, acting like their PET DOG.”

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We  are  BEGGARS;;  we  are  so  WEAK.   And  once  upon  a  time  we  had  the  WORLD  at  our  feet.   Well,  we’re  all  DYING  to  meet  our  maker  —–  BUT  ALL  OUR  GODS  HAVE  ABANDONED  US.  This  is  the  great  esoteric  depression.   We  sold  our  SOULS  but  couldn’t  buy  SALVATION.   We  are  all  the  shades  of  MISERY;;  the  reigning  champions  of  TRAGEDY.   I  found  GOD  clutching  a  razor  blade.   He  said:   “Look  at  the  MESS  they’ve  made.   They’d  trade  their  HEARTS  if  they  were  made  of  GOLD;;  but  they’re  as  WORTHLESS  as  the  souls  they  sold.”  //  written by Manon.

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BEAST (trifyres):

no matter how much he philosophizes or speaks, he’ll always be more a beast than a man.   the executioner god,   who once was willing to burn people   &   not only monsters. lodrum had let the judgement to his own king, while to him was given the duty of ending life. killing is nothing new  /  the fire of rage is a known, low burning at the core.   he was raging again,   merging security with the remains of a wound of his, old but not rotted. another king with monsters marching around the kingdom?   beware, beware.

watched as the leader turned back to him, face concealed by a helmet. one could only hope that he was more scared than he let show. either way, the dragon roared far above the man’s height, as if to warn of   this power before him.   ‘   if you were a true king, you would have your people with you. instead you have monsters. who are you   &   what have you done?   ‘

     It was such an easy mistake to be made, as the monsters he had brought with him WERE his people, transformed into their TRUE FORM, a form much superior than their empty VESSELS they had lived in when the light had cursed them. They were none of what they were, and now finally, their true form would once again be displayed, shown to others, while their true power would flow through their veins once again.     “These monsters, as you call them, are my people. Soldiers of my Kingdom they are. I have only given them their true form, for they were once CURSED.”     Yet his tone was cold, not showing any pity or grief as his people were killed. He didn’t even show a form of hate towards the other, simply a form of respect.    “I do not hold it against you that you killed them ----- it only showed that you are STRONGER than they were.”