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@masterwield-blog
i’ll probably be without a laptop til sunday so here’s my discord for !!!mutuals only!!! 🤪
i randomly wandered into an art gallery with live music and a full cheese spread and im going ape
if u eat it the fey own u tho
that’s the fey’s problem
If you are saying that, you’ve clearly got more bravado than sense.
i don’t have either actually i just have an empty stomach and the ability to make my presence everyone’s problem
the only time lonk stops stuttering / tripping up over his words is when he's really excited and talking about something he loves (read: food) even tho it is rare. and it's very wholesome
glacierfront:
@masterwield
“—Link.”
Never before has Julie’s voice been so urgent, so scared. And for good reason! Because right on top of her head — and very very large and solid and heavy — is.
A bug.
One of its legs moves, and Julie whimpers, because she can feel it and it’s horrid and her eyes clench shut and just !!!!!! Get it off please……. !
At first, he just stares blankly, but he’s valiantly fighting off the smile threatening to pull at his lips. She doesn’t need to say anything for him to know what she wants, and he isn’t so cruel as to sit and watch her squirm from a bug that is much smaller than she seems to realize.
It is kind of funny, though.
Wordlessly, he walks over and reaches up, gently guiding the beetle into one hand and off of her head. Link then steps back, cupping one hand over the other to prevent the insect from flying at anyone’s face, and he turns to the bushes. Slowly, he opens his hands and lets the beetle crawl onto a thin branch.
“There.”
seagape:
❛ let’s go to the sea. ❜ he is sitting on top of him now , wandering hands sliding down his arms , exposed and warm. roseate lips press themselves against a soft crown of golden hair. he does not acquiesce easily , continuing his attempts at waking the other. an astral symphony of beauty , a cytherean figure even in slumber.
outside , the sea is delineated by the glow of the moon , her song calling him like a siren. there in the sea he understood tranquility ; he wished to share its serenity with his beloved.
❛ i want to talk to you about something. ❜ he sounds needier , desperate , like trying to catch the last rays of sunlight before they disappear. ❛ please ? ❜
Link half considers pushing him off, finding it rather hard to breathe with the other’s larger weight sitting right on his gut. He cracks one eye open, stares blearily up at Achilles and presses his lips into a thin line. The neediness in his voice might have been endearing any other time, like when Link wasn’t trying to sleep.
“Okay,” he finally sighs out. And after a considerable amount of wiggling, he manages to worm his way out from beneath Achilles then roll over to the other side of the bed and sit up. The cool sea breeze flows in from the partially opened windows, it makes him shiver, and he seeks out his clothing quickly.
“Why the sea?” Asks Link as he pulls on that bright blue tunic, smoothing out the creases with the palms of his hands. “You can’t--- can’t talk to me h-here?”
i'm light as a feather, i'm bright as the oregon breeze. my black shroud / frightened by my feelings i only wanna be a relief.
Them: why are you competing in our cooking show today?
Me: the government banned gladiator matches yet I yearn for glory in the arena
I HAVE THE POWER OF HYLIA AND ANIME ON MY SIDE
link culture is having a crush on all the pretty people he knows and meets
day off 🌿🌼✨
sukkubxs:
@masterwield–
the door slams shut loudly, the woman standing near the stove jumping with a startled yelp. annoyance in her eyes, she turns, ready to yell at whomever decided to bother her ( and at the peak of one of the coldest mountains, no less! ), only to have her gaze soften tremendously. there, in all his near-frozen glory, stood the reminder of most of her troubles, of her punishment: link himself. but ah, perhaps she was growing lenient in her old age. in centuries past, she would have turned him away at the blink of an eye, but this time around she’d helped him on his journey, offering food and a few hours rest from the harsh chill of the hebra mountains.
“well this is certainly a surprise. to be honest, i never thought i’d see you again. when i heard you’d stopped the calamity, i figured you would have settled down with the the princess.” you always do. cäcilia waves him over with a small gesture, away from the door and towards the warmth her little home provided. “let me get something started for you. i can’t imagine why you’d come all the way up here again, but i’m certainly not about to send you out into the cold.”
How did he forget just how cold it was here? Even the armor purchased from the Rito could hardly protect him from the chill the further he ventured into the mountains. His ears are red and burning, his lips chapped, his nose sniffly, and part of him regrets the journey. But after 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐘’s defeat, he made a point to seek out and check on everyone who had helped him in his journey; some were easier to find than others. Such as Sidon, or Teba. And the others---well, he had to hike all the way up to a snowy mountain’s peak just to find her, and even then he wasn’t entirely sure she would still be there.
Whether his cheeks are red from the cold or from his growing embarrassment of stopping by so suddenly and startling her, not even he knows. Maybe it’s both. Link shuffles in further when it is clear he is welcome, closing the door behind him as to not let the cold in and toeing his snow boots off. Cäcilia’s little home is warm and cozy, a stark contrast to the below freezing chill of the mountains, and feeling is soon restored to Link’s face and fingers. He distantly thinks that he won’t be surprised if he will end up sick in a day.
“I’m sorry. Thank you,” he manages, voice hoarse, genuinely apologetic for dropping in without prior notice. He pointedly avoids the subject of he and Zelda ‘settling down’. Link sheds his thick coat, leaving him in the Champion’s tunic beneath, then finds a soft cushion to sit on. He can’t really find his voice at the moment, and he much prefers using his hands anyway. ‘I didn’t think you would still be here.’
@trianimo ♡’d / song.
“Give me peace of mind and trust.”
we went back into the Nintendo store just for this
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‘ when I was five, I burned my hand on the stove my mother never warned me not to touch ‘ ‘ your soul seeks the warmth ’ ‘ tell me again how our ashes were too holy for this universe to taste ’ ‘ you have bitten your tongue so many times it no longer remembers how to bleed ’ ‘ you have an army of words hidden behind your teeth ’ ‘ what a modern fucking tragedy you turned out to be ’ ‘ what do you think the stars wish for then ? ’ ‘ maybe i could have loved you if i’d prayed another way ’ ‘ maybe i could have loved you in any life but ours , now ’ ‘ i found a catalyst for disaster in you ’ ‘ i don’t know if it’s true but i’d like to believe it ’ ‘ i’d like to believe that we exist living a thousand lives , side by side ’ ‘ you would consume me ’ ‘ my organs are tied in knots ’ ‘ my bones are headstones ’ ‘ tell me we’re not still hollow ’ ‘ tell me we’re forgiven ’ ‘ smile with your teeth , darling ’ ‘ do not be afraid to show the world that you would eat it whole ’ ‘ you are the brightest goddamn sun i have ever seen ’ ‘ mention our ghosts , our knotted spines ’ ‘ we are graveyards , reaching , with haunted bones ’ ‘ we endure ’ ‘ this heaviness in my chest , i wanted to give this ache a name ’ ‘ there are no pain receptors in the lungs ’ ‘ with every breath i swallow , i drown ’ ‘ you are in my bones , wherever i go , know — i take you with me ’ ‘ you matter ’ ‘ but for right now , in this very moment , you exist ’ ‘ you don’t have to be , you already are ’ ‘ soulmates aren’t rare , they aren’t ’ ‘ you’ll meet a thousand soulmates , just as you’ll live a thousand lives ’ ‘ knowing them is like being found without ever knowing you were lost ’ ‘ you can’t give your storms to someone else ’ ‘ nothing lasts forever , not even the rain ’ ‘ to be is terrifying and it’s okay to fear ’ ‘ there will be hollow spaces beneath your heart and in your ribs ’ ‘ don’t claw out your throat while waiting for someone else to scream ’ ‘ blood beneath your fingertips isn’t easy to clean ’ ‘ where death becomes , red lips are stained ’ ‘ doomed are we to seek an absolution we will never touch ’ ‘ in some other universe you’re asleep ’ ‘ everyone leaves ’ ‘ the important ones come back ’ ‘ you’re not a ghost , you can’t haunt those that forget you ’ ‘ don’t count your breaths as you cross the street ’ ‘ every moment passes into another until it doesn’t ’ ‘ everything ends and it’s okay ’ ‘ behind every constellation , there is a pathway to another you and i ’ ‘ every star is another story , every night a different sky ’ ‘ we end , to begin again ’ ‘ beyond every somewhere , we still exist ’ ‘ there are a thousand theories , we are only one ’
@amourade ♡’d / song.
‘There’s nothing here to run from.’
here’s a tiny song lyric starter call for after i do some drafts on ganondorf ✨
Tell me how it is, being the sun. You could walk into a room and they’d all be watching you. They’d all get down on their knees. I ask you how it is, and you say, “It hurts. It hurts.”
R. Wright; Sunlit (via pukesea)