littlescamp.

ind. selective skull kid from the Legend of Zelda serieswritten by jessie since 3. 26. 16 games & manga canon completely crossover friendly OoT, MM, and TP Verses

[littlescamp]

 “ Now, where this old train’s going, you can’t come back from                               Leave your baggage here, because we’ll need it when you’re gone. ”

 ind. priv. Skull Kid from the Legend of Zelda 

                       into the woods || rules & about || spotify playlist

[littlescamp]

heyyyyy if you like to rp Zelda. i found this discord server that takes place between botw and totk. its very friendly and low key— check it out!!!

TLOZ: Era Of The Wilds | DISBOARD: Discord Server List

ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛʟᴏᴢ: ᴇʀᴀ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪʟᴅꜱThe Era of the Wilds is the sister server of Hyrule Town, we're a lgbt+ friendly roleplaying server taking

[unicornsuggestion]

Somewhere flowers are blossoming.

                                   I can smell them on the wind.

[littlescamp]

sonorusgloom​:

The Beast moves closer towards the tree, cloak moving behind in a unseeable wind in similar fashion to a ghost. Keeping aware of the light that flickers through the branches above. He may not be hurt by it but similar to a shadow, he would not want to be cast from it.

“ I am able to ”

A hand slips from the shade, out stretched towards the ground of the young tree. Roots springing forth from the dirt to circle around yet keep enough space to not disturb the tree. Hand remaining out stretched as it raises to the other trees branches that hang above. There is no wind yet the sound of wood shifting about could be heard. Moving the lights that filter down and shadows to allow room for the young to grow.

“ So it may grow without hinderance ”

           The child stepped back— as if pushed back by a force when the Beast glided past. Perhaps nervous, at first, wanting to trust this strange “spirit”, but unable to quell his own apprehension… until it spoke again, and the tension once again thawed into curiosity.

           A safe distance proved to be the right decision, it seemed, when the earth around his feet writhed. The roots were alive beneath it, and the young sapling grew with newfound vigor as if commanded by the Beast’s hand. The Skull Kid seemed to almost build up into excitement— unable to move his eyes (almost sparkling) from the miracle’s source as his hands raised up to his face. ❝ … you did it! ❞            His hands balled into fists as he leapt into the air— ❝ Uwah! You did it! ❞ – practically dancing with joy around the proud new tree. He stopped and stared at its newfound height, shielding his eyes from the dappled sun— the white paper tags he’d left as an offering fluttered peacefully at new heights, almost glowing pink in the mist hanging over their heads. A wide smile flashed across the child’s face— turning slightly uneasy when he realized he’d landed himself right next to this helpful stranger, but he seemed to straighten again at an attempt at respect.           ❝ Th-thank you—… shadow! ❞ He ducked into a disorderly bow, but raised his head quite a bit sooner this time to steal a glance upwards and a cautious step back.

❝ I didn’t know shadows could give blessings like that…                                                           ... um, what kind of a spirit are you? ❞

[littlescamp]

 “ Now, where this old train's going, you can't come back from                               Leave your baggage here, because we'll need it when you're gone. ”

 ind. priv. Skull Kid from the Legend of Zelda 

                       into the woods || rules & about || spotify playlist

[littlescamp]

littlescamp​:

unmasked ;;

i want to make a fancy google doc or caard before i post the promo i’ve been working on… they weren’t really a thing when i first made this acc but they seem very prolific now and i think they’re neat. how does one do this 

(it is done)

[littlescamp]

unmasked ;;

i want to make a fancy google doc or caard before i post the promo i’ve been working on... they weren’t really a thing when i first made this acc but they seem very prolific now and i think they’re neat. how does one do this 

[forestsuggestion-blog]

‘oh dear, I hope the grass won’t stain,’ she says. lying there, ribs cracked and throat torn open, I frown.

[redheadonaroadtrip]

In The Dark and Damp

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macabremachinations​:

“You know, they say stealing is a bad habit.                               —Maybe you wanna reconsider?”

               Eep. It was all too clear that the stalchild’s leafy garb was not part of the surrounding shrubbery when it visibly bristled. Small gloved hands withdrew at an attempt at innocence— away from something shiny poking out of the stranger’s coat pocket. ❝ … ❞                The little creature shuffled its feet. Whatever expression was on its face— awkward frustration or perhaps even guilt— was hidden beneath the shade of a wide-brimmed hat.                After a pause, he spoke— dashing any hope for remorse with a voice that was light and surprisingly unmoved.

❝ ... That’s stupid. You should hide your things better— then they won’t get stolen. ❞

[littlescamp]

( skullboy zelder )

[evilmom]

breath of the wild : end of the lost woods [from here]

[littlescamp]

[ 🧸 ] does your muse keep anything sentimental? if so, what do they keep and why?

unmasked ;; 

                The Skull Kid has very few memories of being a normal child, and those that he is still holding onto are very difficult to recall. Stalchildren don’t tend to hold on to material belongings very often, as they lose much of their identity when they turn, and are often indistinguishable from one another at first glance. The Skull Kid’s only possessions arise from these empty spaces, and the yearning to be seen and included.                 His mask— a face, so that even in a crowd of other lost children, he could be recognized. (He thinks it would be very fun if people acted scared of him when he wore it, too). It was given to him by a dear friend that he hopes to see again. He hopes his friend will recognize him then, too.                 His flute— a popular instrument among Stalchildren, but given special significance. A Kokiri very dear to his heart taught him a song— her song— as a sign of their friendship. The exclusivity of such a thing excited him! Saria’s song became his favorite song— and you could be his friend if you knew it, too.                 The things he held onto allowed him to develop an identity even after his first one was lost. His lonely heart will keep them close— so that someone will see him, and want to be his friend again.

[grangerwitchy]

🌿

[littlescamp]

Mark Of The Villain 

BOLD always or almost always applies. Italics are situational or occasional. 

aggressive | arrogant | authoritarian | bitter | brutal | callous | cannibal | careless | cold / cold-hearted | compulsive | controlling | corrects others constantly | cowardly | critical | cruel | delusional | demanding | disillusioned | domineering | envious | emotionally stunted | greedy | grim | guarded | hard | harsh | hypocritical | impatient | impolite | intimidating | irritable | kidnapper | lazy | liar | lustful | materialistic | mean | merciless | messianic | mistrusting | murderer | narrow-minded | obsessive | opinionated | selfish | over-bearing | over-critical | over-emotional | over-thinking | patronizing | proud | remote | repressed | rigid | rules with an iron fist | ruthless | sarcastic | self-righteous | self-indulgent | serial killer | taciturn | torturer | touchy | traitorous | unsympathetic | unpredictable | uptight | vain | vengeful 

 tagged by: @fluxofthemouth​

 tagging: @flamboycnt, @robotnikium, @sonorusgloom​, if you wish! ( if others want to do this, you can use me as an excuse and consider yourself magically tagged. )

this is an addition to the meme, but how completely evil is your muse? this measures the variety of villain traits they have, not the level of evil that they are; murder isn’t weighted any differently than impoliteness.

(italics = 1 point each, bold = 2 points each. 138 points possible).

Skull Kid ( masked, of course ) gets 84/138 = 61% completely evil.

[droplix]

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fluxofthemouth​:

Emory and Hyacinthe have served the castle well as guards and soldiers. Today, on Piter’s orders, they serve the castle as bait.

Hyacinthe was there to see Piter tell the Captain to close everything up, and she didn’t like what she saw. Some instinct warned her of danger. It’s hardly her first day on the job, and she’s watched higher ranking people than her become expendable. They recently arrested a man on a donkey who came up to the gate after it closed, all in a panic because he had been trying to steal the animal and wanted to get as far away from this place as possible by sundown. So Hyacinthe volunteered to take the donkey’s recovered saddlebags back to the guard station in the dungeon, and she didn’t wait for an answer. Surely whatever is going on will blow over sooner or later! She doesn’t need to be in the thick of things as it’s happening!

Emory is following Hyacinthe because their superior saw her go, guessed what was going on, and told him to go after her and make sure she came back. But he didn’t know about the castle being closed up. Hyacinthe is currently filling him in on the details, and he’s frowning deeply. Perhaps they’re both going to end up trying to wait this out in the dungeon. They’re walking down a hallway they think of as familiar and safe. Hyacinthe says something that makes Emory laugh.

The donkey thief was an artist. He wanted to start a new life in a better city. The saddlebags are full of canvas and jars of paint.

◾  🔹  ◾  🔹  ◾  🔹  ◾

(cont.)

                 The footsteps creeping through the stone hallway were taken without purpose— none, aside from the care to step over shallow breaks between large, stone tiles. It was hard to pay attention without a game to play. So the child settled into a rhythm— tile by tile down the long corridor, one hand tracing the wall to his right. He could barely feel the cold stone on the coarse pads of his fingers.                  The fogginess in his mind was parted slightly by the sound of laughter— his eyes lit up the darkness beneath the mask as they locked onto two faint silhouettes. But he didn’t stop to greet them, or approach with caution. His rhythmic steps persisted like an apprehensive drum. ❝ What’s so funny? ❞

                 There was hardly time to breathe before the lights around him flickered out, disappearing into smoke with a gentle hiss— leaving his quarry’s half of the corridor dimly lit and him, in darkness. He didn’t know why that happened. But he didn’t necessarily care very much, either. His mind wanted to know what was in that bag.                  Unfocused, candy-colored eyes appeared from the darkness as if floating on their own— before a shape emerging from the shadows placed them onto a body. Its arm was lifted into the air, hanging limply for a moment. He pointed, because he felt like he was supposed to. Perhaps it was an echo from the narrow hallway or from beneath that mask, but when he next spoke there wasn’t just one voice— but two.                  ❝ Do you have something fun in there? ❞ The almost drunkenly giddy voice trailed off, and the Skull Kid’s head fell to the side. There was a barely audible crack as it craned into his shoulder. ❝ Are you going to share it with me? ❞