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"It's not just a symbol. The Triforce is a divine artifact, a blessing from the goddesses." Octavo draws little lines radiating out from it, indicating its shining power. "When its pieces are united, it will grant the wish of anyone who touches it, provided your heart possesses equal parts of all its aspects. However, if you are imbalanced, it will break apart and scatter to its ordained holders."
He points the charcoal at Link, his gaze intense. "And I happen to know that you are one of them. I can tell you this, because I am in possession of one of its pieces myself. If we could obtain the last one, perhaps something could properly be done about the danger threatening this world..."
"I…?", he starts, his surprised tone dying in his throat un an understanding sigh and a nod. Makes sense, actually. He is the warrior chosen by Hylia to wield the Master Sword, after all… but if he's supposed to have it, then where…?
"…"
…not important. Not now. Octavo seems sure enough for both of them, and if he truly has another piece Link has no reason to question things too much. It has to be something more spiritual. As for the last piece…
"Zelda."
Her name comes to him naturally.
"She's the one stopping the Calamity now.", he explains, his voice betraying a hint of excitement and guilt "But the Castle is a death trap. Without the Divine Beasts, blessing or not…
…I can't risk hurting her. Not again.." A hand closes into a fist, and he takes a moment to inhale. "But Vah Rudah and Naboris are already free. It's-- halfway there."
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"I see. Not a dream of any particular clarity. Ah, well, they can't all be prophetic visions." Octavo shrugs, adjusting the strap of the Lute so the instrument sits against his back. "But let me ask you something else..."
Withdrawing a small journal from his pocket, he sketches a symbol with a piece of charcoal, a triangle, and within it, a smaller inverted triangle, dividing it into four overall. "Have you seen this symbol before? Does the word Triforce mean anything to you?" Surely Link had noticed it on the blade of his very own sword.
"Hm?"
Leaning forward, Link tried to peek over Octavo's shoulders to see what he was doodling-- finding himself fixated on the drawing of the triangle- the Triforce once it was presented to him. Ah, yes! Of course. The symbol in his dreams-- and indeed, the one in his sword, and one he saw carved on the few walls that remained surrounding the Castle the rare times he dared to sneak past the Guardians.
A flash, an image plasters in his memory all of a sudden. That very same triangle, shining above the throne -- and again one that flashes in pure light, on the back of someone's hand. ...Zelda...?
"The Triforce...", he repeats under his breath. That's what it's called, then. A name that make him nostalgic, for reasons he figures might as well be obvious. "That's the--
--the royal family symbol, isn't it...?"
[ hate language ]
The silent treatment you might be thinking, 'oh, this is the counter to words of affirmation!' well you'd be WRONG. this is the opposite of gift giving buuut the same principle applies. it means you just cut people that you don't like off, you don't respond to compliments, or nice things from them. maybe a side eye... but yeeaahh
🤐 𝐧𝐨𝐧-𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 : 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘴. 𝘯𝘰 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘥, 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩. 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥 (+ 𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦) 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘦.
🕊️ 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐧𝐞: 𝐧𝐨𝐧-𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞
01. gently brushing the other's hair out of their face to tuck behind their ear. 02. wrapping a blanket around their shoulders from behind. 03. brushing tears off of their cheeks. 04. reaching out hesitantly before resting a hand on their back. 05. placing a cup of tea or coffee in front of them. 06. sitting beside them while they are asleep to watch over them. 07. sharing silence with them. 08. pulling them into a tight hug. 09. writing something quietly and passing them the note. 10. fixing a piece of their clothing carefully.
🔥 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐰𝐨: 𝐧𝐨𝐧-𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫
01. staring at them in silence for a long moment before walking away. 02. slamming a door shut without explanation. 03. packing their things up, slowly and deliberately. 04. breathing sharply through their nose and refusing to meet their eyes. 05. cleaning something obsessively in silence.
🥀 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞: 𝐧𝐨𝐧-𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐮𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧
01. running their thumb over the others bottom lip slowly. 02. standing just a little too close, enough to feel each others breath. 03. grazing their knuckles along the other's hip or thigh in passing. 04. undoing the top button of their shirt while holding eye contact. 05. leaning in like they're going to kiss and then pausing shyly. 06. sliding a hand under their chin to tilt their head up.
꒷꒦꒷꒦༉‧🕯️‧₊˚.THE DARKNESS SEEMED TO BREATHE . . a collection of HORROR ROLEPLAY SENTENCE STARTERS based on horror films. genre: horror, thriller, mystery, crime.
All I want to do is save the children…not destroy them.
May I ask you a somewhat personal question?
Do you have an imagination?
Truth is very seldom understood by any but imaginative persons.
It's most unfortunate, for I have no room for them…neither mentally nor emotionally.
Does that seem quite heartless?
A rather large, rather lonely place.
They need affection and love…and someone to whom they can belong and who will belong to them.
What does that signify, if I trust you, if you trust me?
Just when I thought I'd got the whole situation settled... [He/She/They] died mysteriously.
Whatever happens, you must handle it alone.
Didn't you hear? Someone is calling your name.
Are you afraid of reptiles?
I've been watching the road, waiting for you.
Oh, we will have fun together, won't we?
I had no idea. I never imagined.
Half the rooms are empty now, locked and empty.
As I was coming through the garden, I heard you call [name].
Promise now that you won't go away.
I was so afraid. But, I didn't have much choice.
What's the good of being popular down here…with only pigeons and me?
[He/She/They] had the devil's own eyes.
There's nobody else. Nobody at all.
I seem to be carried away quite easily.
Big rooms get bigger at night. Do you know that?
I always look in the dark.
If I should die before I wake, I pray the Lord my soul to take.
Where would the Lord take my soul to?
Wouldn't the Lord just leave me here to walk around?
Isn't that what happens to some people? Just wandering?
Whatever was that?
We must pretend we didn't hear it then we won't imagine things.
Sometimes one can't help…imagining things.
Didn't you say last night that [name] was coming home?
It's a spider…and it's eating a butterfly.
They said, [He/She/They] is an injury to the others.
Are you afraid [he/she/they] will corrupt you?
Oh, I've been longing for these holidays.
Somehow - I don't know - I was afraid it might be different.
It must be a misunderstanding, a mistake.
How did you know I was there?
This is a very old house. Things creak.
What do you think about while you're lying awake?
It's a bit sad though…when people don't have time for you.
Don't be frightened. It was only the wind.
Oh, then you must have seen him. The man who was standing here.
I've been quite alone except for my greedy friends.
It was a man. He was looking at me.
I'm tired. I haven't been sleeping well.
One can never believe, [name]. [He/She/They] invents things, imagines them.
I'm afraid today isn't altogether my day.
A strange place, new responsibilities. Takes a bit of getting used to.
Is there anyone living here that I don't know about?
Oh, if only everything could go on just as it is now.
Too small for you to have secrets?
Secrets require a privacy that our little home did not provide.
You hide, and I'll seek. We can go all over the house, can't we?
Did I frighten you?
Let me go! You're hurting me!
God, you're white as milk. What happened?
I saw him! Don't tell me I didn't, because I did!
He was staring past me into the house as if he were hunting someone...
I know where I've seen him. A picture. There's a picture of him.
A miniature in a cracked glass in the attic. Yes. That.
You see, he's dead. [Name] is dead.
It does, doesn't it? But I can't help it, you know.
I can't leave them alone, not after the other night.
Put it out of your mind. Pretend it was part of a dream.
Do you think I want to believe that? That it was just the darkness, a nightmare?
A man, or something that once was a man…peering in through the window, looking for someone.
It's daylight. And I know I saw him.
You're upsetting yourself over nothing.
Tell me, how did he die?
It doesn't do to speak ill of the dead.
If only you could have heard his scream when he dies...
I was afraid for them. You think I'm imagining it, but I saw it.
Look, they're dead, gone. There's no point in telling tales of what's over and done with.
Over and done with. But is it?
[He/She/They] said that once, when [He/She/They] was on the lake, there was a hand waving on the bottom.
[Name], where did you learn that song?
God, you gave me a heart attack sitting there in the dark!
Today, down by the lake…there in the broad sunlight…I saw the other one.
A woman dressed in black. In the lake.
They are both playing or being made to play some monstrous game.
I've been so frightened. I've felt so alone.
We must try to learn what it is these horrors want.
The answer must lie in the past.
It was more like a sickness…a fever that leaves the body burned out and dry.
There's things I've seen I - I'm ashamed to say.
Rooms…used by daylight… as though they were dark woods.
There was too much whispering in this house.
The innocents deceiving us.
I'm just trying to put it together to understand.
[He/She/They] grieved till there was something crazy in the eyes.
I used to hear foot steps, wandering all over the house, sobbing.
Haven't we worse to fear than a scandal?
What good would it do telling the vicar our secrets?
We can go on no longer without help.
They are not living with us. The ghosts. We have no part in their real life.
There are things that I haven't told you…that I can't bring myself to tell even you.
What do you think they're saying?
They're talking about them. Talking horrors.
So far these monsters have kept their distance. But they intend coming closer..
What should I say, that they have friends who would frighten them out of their lives?
I know, he'll think I'm insane…or that it's some stupid trick to get him to notice me.
How did [he/she/they] die?
Oh, I'm sorry, I-I should never have told you.
I'm left with no choice. There's nothing else to be done.
From now on, we must never let them out of our sight.
They can only reach each other by entering the souls of the children… and possessing them.
They live and know and share this hell.
I think I know how we can save them.
They must be made to admit what is happening and we can cast out those devils forever.
What shall I say when his feet enter softly…leaving the marks of his grave on my floor?
Haven't they taught you? Knock before you enter.
Somebody's walking in the garden.
What were you doing? You saw something?
I'll tell you the real, true reason. But I wonder if you'll understand.
It was a shocking thing to do, wasn't it?
Yes, I-I did hear something.
What are you hiding under your pillow?
Its neck. Someone had broken it.
Poor thing. I'll bury it tomorrow.
I thought someone was watching me.
How did you get here?
I always come here when I want to dance, when I want to be alone..
Where is she? You know you can see her!
She's dead and buried.
I can't see anything! I've never seen anything!
I like it when the fire does that. Don't you?
Now do you believe me? Now that you've seen?
I've known a vile tongue or two in my time but never have I heard such obscenities.
You felt they weren't really dead.
It was like a pendulum… and I could feel it swinging my way.
He wanted to reveal himself and ask for my help.
But to wake a child out of a bad dream, is that a cruelty?
A body can only judge themselves.
Did you send them, or did they take fright and run away?
What am I afraid of, [Name]?
I'm not a mind reader, I've told you that before. But I do sense things.
This house upset [him/her/them].
Why did you want to be alone with me?
What do I know? Or rather, what is it that you want to know?
Don't shout. Don't be so angry.
I'm sometimes stupid and I make mistakes…but I'm not cruel.
Whatever you've done, I'm not against you.
It must be…because I'm different.
I said things. Sometimes I hurt things. Sometimes at night when everything was dark - They screamed.
They said I frightened the others.
When…did you first see and hear of such things?
I made them up. They just came into my head.
Shall I tell you who taught you the things you've done, the things you've said?
You're afraid you might be mad.
It wasn't you. That voice, those words…they weren't yours.
Say his name…and it will all be over.
You're wrong! You're insane!
He's dead! Please, he's dead!
He's here, and you must say his name!
Where? Where are you devil?
You're safe. You're free.
Sparring and Training
Feel free to change pronouns/wordage and switch roles as necessary!
Things said:
"Come on, hit me harder."
"I know you can do better then that!"
"You wanna take a break?"
"Don't stop until you've pinned me, you hear?"
"Quit running away and hit me, coward!!"
"Don't underestimate me."
"I warn you- I don't really play nice."
"If this was a real fight, I'd have broken your arm twice by now."
"Ow!! Lucky shot..."
"Ha, you got me..."
"Ready for round 2?"
"Loser buys drinks/lunch/dinner."
"Where the hell did you learn to fight like that?"
"Come on, one more time, your forms getting better."
Things Done:
[PIN] Sender pins Receiver to the floor, ending a heated sparring session.
[SWAP] Sender and Receiver practice using the other persons signature weapon.
[OBSTACLE] Sender and Receiver run an obstacle course.
[RUN] Sender and Receiver run a few laps around a track.
[SLAM] Sender pins Receiver to the wall, hard.
[SHOT] Sender and Receiver go to a gun range to practice.
[TOSS] Sender throws Receiver during sparring.
[AID] Sender accidentally wounds Receiver during training and grabs the first-aid kit.
[MAGIC] Sender uses their powers during the sparring session to attack Receiver. (if applicable)
[REST] After intense training, Sender and Receiver take a much needed break.
angst & post-angst sentences. feel free to change diction, pronouns, and the like around to make the sentences more suitable. these sentences are kept vague to imply but avoid mentioning specific triggers besides death—feel free to mention specifics in your ask.
“ don’t touch him! ”
“ please, don’t hurt _____! ”
“ i had nothing to do with that. ”
“ is this my fault? ”
“ you lied to me. ”
“ [name]? —oh, i’m hallucinating. ”
“ she’ll never hurt you again. ”
“ did you kill him? ”
“ you have to stop this. ”
“ it’s been weeks. is it not getting easier? ”
“ i just need to know that something’s real. ”
“ you can resist it. you have to. ”
“ i’m sorry, i thought i saw—… ”
“ every day you’re becoming more like her. ”
“ if i go, he’ll leave you alone. ”
“ you can’t tell ____ that i’m doing this. ”
“ we’re gonna see each other again, right? right? ”
“ she’s not you. ”
“ i can’t hurt him. ”
“ i don’t feel like the same person i was before it happened. ”
“ she’ll go through you to get to me. ”
“ it’s nothing personal. ”
“ you can’t expect me to believe nothing happened, not when you flinch everytime something touches you. ”
“ i thought you knew. ”
“ please, don’t trust me. ”
“ he was just a kid. ”
“ i need you more than you need me. ”
“ if you really wanted to help, you would leave. ”
“ i needed to make it stop. ”
“ do anything she says, don’t give her a reason to hurt you. ”
“ you really don’t remember. _____, you tried to kill me. ”
“ have you ever seen the life leave someone’s eyes? ”
“ i know you can’t talk about it, but i’m going to stay with you regardless. ”
“ hey, everything okay? [name]? [name]! ”
“ you died. ”
“ i deserved worse. ”
“ you never came. ”
“ you would’ve let me die. ”
“ beg. ”
“ the problem is you keep thinking i’m a good person. ”
“ it’s not about me, anymore. ”
“ please tell me he’s lying to me. ”
“ you’re not actually considering this. ”
“ look me in the eyes and say that again. ”
“ you have no right. ”
“ i don’t believe you. ”
“ i love you. i’m sorry. ”
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- a lightning hit a tree near where he set camp for the night.
He still feels his heart in his throat.
This isn't fun.
[ fun little headcanon regarding link crying because thats what we're doing today <3
i think that overall. link doesn't cry. not because of stoicism but generally because it's always been hard for him to, even as a child. he learned to be a lot more emotionally distant once he became a knight and even more after taking the master sword, but he rarely came to shed tears, and that's something that stays true after the whole calamity situation, to the point that i can actually pinpoint exactly the times he cried "in canon". writing em under read more for spoilers and. yea theyre not much. they dont reach the double digits. wether its a good or bad thing, i'll let everyone else decide.
[ and what if i make him lose the master sword at the end of totk. what of it ]
[ like hear me out. the symbol of his prewritten destiny- or, rather, the destiny that was forced of him. the reason he succeeded twice, of course, but at the same time what made his life before the calamity a million time worse. something that connected him to the most important people in his life, but also doomed him.
and the last thing we see is him STABBING a huge fucking dragon a million km in the sky. a dragon that explodes and then we get a sudden flash to link falling down without the sword. i'm not saying that the master sword has been destroyed because!! i don't want that. but both him and zelda realizing weeks after everything was settled that the sword fell. ...somewhere?????? in the hole under hyrule castle that it's either still there or covered by a recently no-longer-floating building? somewhere in the depths? in the same pond where link and zelda fell, or somewhere in the middle of the field? perhaps brought back to the deku tree by the koroks? who knows. much to his surprise, link realizes he doesn't really care. as if he knew that if he truly needed it, he'd find it again-- but if it's lost forever and won't see it anymore, there's a reason.
his duty in the name of hylia is fullfilled. and that's okay. ]
DEEP INHALE
"okayyy."
[ happy pride month hes bisexual and trans ]
ANONYMOUSLY PESTER MY MUSE!
Annoy them, ask them invasive questions, ask about their rps/ships, send them gifts, whatever you like!
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The way Link's eyes roll beneath their lids suggests to Octavo that his sleep is not as restful as intended. Rather than wake the boy, he lets it happen, but stays watchful.
When Link finally awakes some time later, Octavo is still there, though he's found a chair to sit in while he plays idly, the last note fading when when it was plucked. He tilts his head, a hand resting on the strings of the Lute in order to quiet them. "Bad dreams? Or good? Do you remember anything?"
At least waking up with music wasn't so bad. The question that followed his awakening, however, left him... wonder.
Was that a good dream? Or bad? He'd argue bad, considering the state he woke up in, but.. was it?
"I'm not... sure.
There was a lot. That's all I know."
Letting out a gentle sigh, Link frowned a bit. He generally remembers his dreams quite well, especially those as clear as the one he likely got.
"It was strange.", he corrects himself after a few seconds "I'm not sure what I saw. I barely understood that, and- the more I try to think, the less I seem to remember."
