Lil' Bulblin

Hi! I'm Ooal and I'm a bulblin :) My bullbo is the best and fastest, my favourite colour is green, I like singing and my big brother is called Orrl. If you have any questions you can ask me! ((this is a roleplay and Ask blog))

[lilbulblin]

*Ooal carefully sticks a red piece of paper to her head. It has “1“ written on it in white crayon*

this should work, right?

[huffpost]

Why swim with dolphins when you can swim with these adorable wild pigs in the Bahamas.

[laciphotography-blog]

Wallie will do anything for organic lettuce…even yoga.

[themoonphase]

oh my goodnessssss

[amerchantofhappiness]

A little bulblin, 7 years old at most, approaches the mask salesman. She watches the smiling hylian with curiosity, circling around him and amazed at his collection of masks.<> In her excitement, the little bulblin forgot to switch to Common language, so all her questions sounded like barking and chirping to anyone who doesn't speak bulblin

He chuckled and blinked in confusion at the bulbin. He couldn’t understand at all what she was trying to communicate but he could tell she was happy and excited, and that he liked! “Ahh, well, you’re a new face!”he beamed, “Could you…repeat that, though?”

[lilbulblin]

The bulblin child blushed in embarrassment when she realised her mistake. Feeling even more awkward for blushing in front of this stranger, she pulled her scarf all the way up to her nose. She imagined she was a tough bulblin raider now, just like her aunt, and felt a little bit less awkward.

Switching to Common, she said “I really like those masks!” The scarf muffled her voice a bit, though. “How did you get so many?”

[amerchantofhappiness]

The Salesman tilted his head at that action. That..didn’t make much sense to him at all. Why was she hiding now? Had he—ah well, his worries fell by the wayside upon hearing her question, in a language he understood!

"Thank you! They were brought to me by most wonderful circumstances! Are you perhaps interested in one?"

[lilbulblin]

Ooal's eyes became wide with excitement. Would she like a mask? YES.. But there were so many to chose from! "Do you have a mask that will make me stronger?" Ooal knew she was already pretty amazing, really, but a bulblin who wanted to be a leader needed to be strong.

[amerchantofhappiness]

A little bulblin, 7 years old at most, approaches the mask salesman. She watches the smiling hylian with curiosity, circling around him and amazed at his collection of masks.<> In her excitement, the little bulblin forgot to switch to Common language, so all her questions sounded like barking and chirping to anyone who doesn't speak bulblin

He chuckled and blinked in confusion at the bulbin. He couldn’t understand at all what she was trying to communicate but he could tell she was happy and excited, and that he liked! “Ahh, well, you’re a new face!”he beamed, “Could you…repeat that, though?”

[lilbulblin]

The bulblin child blushed in embarrassment when she realised her mistake. Feeling even more awkward for blushing in front of this stranger, she pulled her scarf all the way up to her nose. She imagined she was a tough bulblin raider now, just like her aunt, and felt a little bit less awkward.

Switching to Common, she said “I really like those masks!” The scarf muffled her voice a bit, though. “How did you get so many?”

[lilbulblin]

((would you like to continue?))

[lilbulblin]

((Ooal herself was born a few years after the events of Twilight Princess, so this is her frame of reference. She can and does show up in other times and dimensions because her bullbo Bob has a strange knack for sniffing out dimensional portals.))

[goronnmoronn-blog]

LIKE/REBLOG IF YOU ARE A LEGEND OF ZELDA BLOG.

I NEED MORE TO FOLLOW

I MAY ALREADY BE FOLLOWING YOU

PLEASE DO THIS

[claireveriearchive]

For all my roleplay partners:

Never hold your muse back. For real. If your muse wants to lash out at mine, or kiss mine, or tell mine a horrible secret, or slam mine against a wall — go for it. Don’t ever feel like I’ll get your reply and judge you or your muse. Your character has specific feelings, instincts, and desires, and if they want to do something, don’t hold them back. I want to roleplay with your muse in their entirety, the whole truth of your character, not a watered-down version. Never feel nervous — just let it happen as it happens, and it’ll all be great.

[lilbulblin]

((I am generally online from around 17:00 (5PM) Central European Time 'till 0:00 CET, unless work was particularly exhausting that day. You can send me an ask if you want to roleplay. I also check the lilbulblin tag))

[lilbulblin]

[lilbulblin]

((off to bed))

[lilbulblin]

[hayislost]

[lilbulblin]

((sounds like something Bob would do))

[lilbulblin]

A little bulblin sat atop a large bullbo that ran through the forest in a big hurry. "Bob! Stop right now! I command you to stop!" the bulblin child said. She tried to steer, pulling the reins with all her strenght, but the bullbo was much stronger and ignored her cues. When the bullbo reached one particular oak tree, it abruptly stopped and started grubbing through the earth beneath that tree. Meanwhile, Ooal had been thrown off the saddle by the sudden stop and landed in the oak tree, where she was now hanging upside down, stuck in some branches.

Bob the bullbo was quite happily digging for truffles and ignored the stream of swears coming from high up the tree.

[exalted-desert-rebel-deactivate]

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[askteenagenavi-archive]

GUYS GUYS GUYS I DON’T CARE IF YOU FOLLOW THEM AT ALL BUT THEY NEED HELP. THIS IS A SUICIDE ALERT. GO TALK TO THEM OR REBLOG THIS, OR BOTH. HELP THEM.

[lilbulblin]

yep, Ooal is 100% done with archery practice for today.

[amerchantofhappiness]

A little bulblin, 7 years old at most, approaches the mask salesman. She watches the smiling hylian with curiosity, circling around him and amazed at his collection of masks.<> In her excitement, the little bulblin forgot to switch to Common language, so all her questions sounded like barking and chirping to anyone who doesn't speak bulblin

He chuckled and blinked in confusion at the bulbin. He couldn’t understand at all what she was trying to communicate but he could tell she was happy and excited, and that he liked! “Ahh, well, you’re a new face!”he beamed, “Could you…repeat that, though?”

[lilbulblin]

The bulblin child blushed in embarrassment when she realised her mistake. Feeling even more awkward for blushing in front of this stranger, she pulled her scarf all the way up to her nose. She imagined she was a tough bulblin raider now, just like her aunt, and felt a little bit less awkward. Switching to Common, she said "I really like those masks!" The scarf muffled her voice a bit, though. "How did you get so many?"

[allegiantchampion-blog]

a young bulblin child cautiously approached the Fairy Queen. ((Sharp-eyed observers will notice the bug net sticking out her quiver and the empty bottle tied to her belt)) "H-hello?" the little bulblin squeeked. Then, with all the bravado she could muster, she asked "hey you! I wanna know, if you are the Fairy Queen, does that mean you are the strongest fairy?"

The childlike Queen glanced over the child, white gaze widening almost imperceptibly in inspection of the creature. An amused smile reached her lips at the question, “It means I hold command of other fairies, but I suppose I am stronger than all of them, yes.” She explained, her tone reasonably kind, despite a vague disapproval of the child’s rather rude wording, “And who are you?”

[lilbulblin]

Not used to having an audience who actually listened and seemed to believe her, Ooal couldn’t resist eleborating her story a bit more “It is my third book.The cover will have real gold on it. And all the other explorers say no one has discovered as many new places as me. Strange that you haven’t heard of me.” “Oh and they all agree I’m pretty good at climbing, too” she added, as an afterthought. That was perhaps the first true thing she’d said about herself.

On seeing the fairy’s impossibly wide smile and sharp teeth, Ooal became quite pale green, and her red eyes widened, glowing brighter with fear. Perhaps coming here was a bad idea… She quickly recovered, though. She’d faced moldorms with more teeth, she told herself. Her tribe would never respect her if she backed down from a threat! As casually as she could manage, she lifted her bug net out of her quiver, and leaned on it a bit and hummed a song. Lalala. See? Totally a walking stick, like great explorers such as herself are wont to have.

Deciding to go through with her plans, despite her fear, she said, “The fairy at the Cave of Ordeals, I’ve heard she locks bulblins up in her cave and no one ever sees them again! They have to fight hylian warriors until everyone is dead and then she steals more bulblins to fight in her stupid cave! No one does that to my people!” Ooal was quite angry now, and perhaps her anger would have looked more intimidating had she not been a 7-year-old…

"And you are going to help me stop her!"

Not waiting for a reply, she swiped at the Fairy Queen with her bug net. The bulblin child reasoned that if she captured her, she would control her magic, and it would be the strongest magic, too. Her plan had a few flaws; for starters even if she did manage to land a hit, Ooal’s bug net was barely big enough to even cover the Fairy Queen’s head.

[allegiantchampion-blog]

The Queen watched on motionlessly, her smile never diminishing as the child went on. This was, most likely, the most entertainment she’d had in a good few years, and she’d milk it for all it was worth, at the expense of the child if need be, after all, the bulblin should take proper care of their young.

At the angry, heated explanation of the Great Fairy, she held in a faint sigh. Such was the way, such things were needed for testing the strength, and neither she nor the Great Fairy that resided there had any power over it - Such caves had existed for forever, as far as she knew, and her kin were sent to guard and reward those who braved them.

The net approached her, though she made no movement to escape it, instead, as it was about to touch her hair, her form simply parted, as if made of some slimy liquid, and completely evaded the net, before reforming and getting apparently solid once again.

"That is no way to speak to royalty, child." She warned, her smile still there, threatening as ever, her voice echoing at the edge of the bulblin’s ear.

[lilbulblin]

Because most adults were needed elsewhere (off herding cattle, on raids, or going on trading missions), bulblin children were usually raised by older children and elders, and away from danger (mostly). Once a child was old enough to eat solids, talk, and walk fast enough to keep up with the older children, they would gravitate towards their peers and didn't want to be treated 'like a baby'. Since Ooal's older brother couldn't watch her all day, Ooal had plenty opportunity to sneak off and get into trouble go on adventures.

Ooal stared in amazement as her net went through the Fairy Queen. Was she made of slime? Smoke, maybe? In that case her net would do no good! She reached for her bottle and took a swipe to see if she could catch the Fairy Queen (or maybe a bit of her?) with her bottle instead.

She merely huffed at the Fairy Queen's admonishment, and then stuck out her tongue. Even as frightened as she was right now, the little girl was not inclined to be polite to royalty. It was bulblin nature to test others and not yield until absolutely certain of the other's superior strength.