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[mismatchedmajora]

paintmaid‌:

too kind, too empathetic for her own good; she watched as the cat (not her own, but all too close) dissolved and her heart ached at the apparent sadness in the child’s voice. certainly, it had been an amazing feat, yet her own sense of rationality, and an ever present sense of curiosity, kept her from accepting it as it was. though she saw it with her own eyes, she could not bring herself to trust it. hands twisting in the fabric of her dress, she gave a soft shake of her head.

“oh, it was wonderful. she looked exactly like my dear princess and i have never seen something quite like that! however…”

how best to put it? to explain that rock in her stomach, that strange, anxious feeling she’d had the closer she got to the child and the animal it had summoned. her gaze shifted, searching for the right words – ones that would keep from upsetting it too much.

“that was… …magic like i had never seen, nor had i ever heard of. i wanted to understand how such a thing could be possible.”

she bit her lip, now. it could do anything it wanted; limitless possibilities. though she knew the answer in some way (and fear rose in her chest again, threatening to consume her), she could not help herself but to ask.

“are you…” she swallowed. “a deity?”

All manner of ‘sadness’ was lost the instance she spoke the forbidden word. 

So, it was all coming together. The itty-bitty princess learning that the child before her was in fact, no mere child - a creature of incredible power, a beast that could swallow a world, the literal embodiment of the end-times, standing directly before her, straight-backed, with a crooked nook in its head, hands held behind its back to impose a rather formal, perhaps jester-like posture.

Yes, there is absolutely no doubt that Majora’s power is unlike any other. The ability to change the very fabric of reality, to warp it into an amalgamation of its own creation, a horrible abomination compared to the living, physical world... and yet, this poor, itty-bitty princess has seen nothing. The cat? Nothing. It was a mere party trick, an act done solely to gauge a reaction. No - it was possible of more. SO, MUCH, MORE.

🇦​ 🇩​🇪​🇮​🇹​🇾​﹖

The question was repeated once before the masked creature bellowed out a laugh that could scare off a fearsome tiger. The thought of being compared to a deity - A MERE GOD - made the child HOLLER with amusement.

🇦​ 🇩​🇪​🇮​🇹​🇾​﹖﹖ 🇦​ 🇩​🇪​🇮​🇹​🇾​﹖﹖﹖ 🇫​🇦​🇷​ 🇫​🇷​🇴​🇲​ 🇮​🇹​﹐ 🇮​🇹​🇹​🇾​﹣🇧​🇮​🇹​🇹​🇾​ 🇵​🇷​🇮​🇳​🇨​🇪​🇸​🇸​﹗  🇸​🇴​﹐ 🇸​🇴​﹐ 🇸​🇴​ 🇫​🇦​🇷​ 🇫​🇷​🇴​🇲​ 🇮​🇹​.

 🇩​🇪​🇮​🇹​🇮​🇪​🇸​ 🇼​🇮​🇸​🇭​ 🇹​🇭​🇪​🇾​ 🇨​🇴​🇺​🇱​🇩​ 🇧​🇪​ 🇱​🇮​🇰​🇪​ 🇲​🇪​~﹗

[mismatchedmajora]

sternenteile‌:

❝ heh! a little rascal, eh? ❞  as strange as they seem to be, that descriptor fits them well. indeed, they behave much like a child, and he would dare say he’d liken that behavior to that of a star kid. if eldstar really has sent this one to keep an eye out, then oh, the poor thing doesn’t realize just how rigorous their future in star haven will be. the all-knowing, benevolent star council is surprisingly brutal to their own kind, sweet to the children and painfully strict to the grown. such innocence like that before him is something to cherish, for however little it will last.

❝ well, then… majora, right? you sure are a little scamp, aren’t you? ❞ his smile is warm and inviting, welcoming to the one who is so obviously a well-meaning kid. he’s had plenty of practice with the star children, with the lumas, with mallow, with gaz, with gaz’s playmates, and so on. gaz’s mother always remarks at how good he is with caring for kids. he’s got this!

❝ my name is geno. i am happy to meet you! ❞ a hand is extended for a friendly shake. even with his suspicions mounting against his troublesome, watchful elders, he isn’t about to blame what is possibly a fledgling star for their orders. they’re just doing as they’re told, no more and no less. he’d… see about confronting the old coot later. ❝ you sound like you’ve made a lot of friends with the townspeople! we can be friends, too, if you would like. ❞

That’s right, that’s right. Draw them in. Draw them in with a lick of innocence, a powerful, playful banter, tip-toes, dance dance, and wipe all their woes and doubts away - then clutch them in your grip, and refuse to let go. Geno would be no different than the hundreds of thousands Majora had toyed with before, a lick of innocence before being played the fool, trapped in a mindless game from which there is no escape. A fate befitting of the cruelest mortal, a punishment not even a demigod would wish upon themselves.

Majora chuckles, hands on its belly, over-exaggerating the action with juvenile glee. A little scamp indeed, but oh, Geno - if only you knew what you were speaking to.

🇬​🇪​🇳​🇴​﹖ 🇬​🇪​🇳​🇴​﹐ 🇬​🇪​🇳​🇴​﹐ 🇬​🇪​🇳​🇴​﹐ 🇬​🇪​🇳​🇴​...

A name, a name! He’d given it a name! Oh, what a FOOL! Oh, how a name holds SO MUCH POWER, SO MUCH POTENTIAL TO BE USED! 

🇼​🇭​🇦​🇹​ 🇦​ 🇳​🇦​🇲​🇪​﹗ 🇬​🇪​🇳​🇴​... 🇼​🇭​🇦​🇹​ 🇦​ 🇳​🇦​🇲​🇪​. 🇾​🇪​🇸​﹐ 🇾​🇪​🇸​﹐ 🇮​ 🇼​🇴​🇺​🇱​🇩​ 🇱​🇴​🇻​🇪 ​ 🇹​🇴​ 🇧​🇪​ 🇾​🇴​🇺​🇷​ 🇫​🇷​🇮​🇪​🇳​🇩​﹗ 🇱​🇴​🇻​🇪​﹐ 🇱​🇴​🇻​🇪​﹐ 🇱​🇴​🇻​🇪​﹗

Its hand swipes itself into Geno’s, slightly elongated fingers curling over his wooden palm and giving him a very fidgety, over-excited shake that may end up causing the doll to shake with it. It releases him after a solid few seconds and casually dances back and around him with a dazzling show of skill with the way its body moved, almost like a .. puppet.

🇼​🇪​·🇱​🇱​ 🇭​🇦​🇻​🇪​ 🇸​🇴​ 🇲​🇺​🇨​🇭​ 🇫​🇺​🇳​ ﹗ 🇼​🇪​·🇱​🇱​ 🇵​🇱​🇦​🇾​ 🇱​🇴​🇹​🇸​ 🇦​🇳​🇩​ 🇱​🇴​🇹​🇸​ 🇦​🇳​🇩 ​ 🇱​🇴​🇹​🇸​ 🇴​🇫​ 🇬​🇦​🇲​🇪​🇸​﹗ 🇮​🇳​ 🇫​🇦​🇨​🇹​﹐ 🇮​ 🇭​🇦​🇻​🇪​ 🇦​ 🇬​🇦​🇲​🇪​ 🇼​🇪​ 🇨​🇦​🇳​ 🇵​🇱​🇦​🇾​ 🇷​🇮​🇬​🇭​🇹 ​ 🇳​🇴​🇼​﹖ 🇼​🇦​🇳​🇳​🇦​ 🇵​🇱​🇦​🇾​... 🇭​🇮​🇩​🇪​ 🇦​🇳​🇩​ 🇬​🇴​﹣🇸​🇪​🇪​🇰​﹖

[mismatchedmajora]

OOP! I am SUPER sorry for the sudden inactivity. Work life consumed me and I ended up losing a lot of free time! i’m gonna try to get back to some of my threads here tonight! ;v;

[chaosbcrne]

      hmph. hands you a red rose

[mismatchedmajora]

Takes it.

Eats it.

[mismatchedmajora]

paintmaid‌:

whatever fear she felt was replaced entirely with confusion, curiosity, and wonder. starry eyed as she looked at the cat in his arms, eyes closed in content, tail slowly swishing back and forth. from all that she could see, this was her cat –her little princess, purring and enjoying all of the attention the child had to offer her. she swallowed, taking the slightest step towards it, a hand reaching out to pet her beloved princess.

but she stopped just short, just before getting too close to the child. though she was curious, intrigued by what she’d seen, instinct still begged her to be careful, to keep her distance. because the very presence of this child twisted her stomach in knots, whether it seemed to be hostile or not. there was an air of malice that she could not ignore.

her hand retracted, just slightly, hovering in the space between herself and the child. another moment spent looking at the cat – and she could see no way in which it was different from her own – before her eyes raised meet its. lost in that wide and piercing gaze for what seemed an eternity before she spoke again.

“how…” her eyes flicked down to the cat and up again. “how did you do that?”

Majora watches in silent judgment as the princess steps forward, hand outstretched, ready to touch or take the kitten from its arms.. though she stops only inches away from it. Was it the cool chill she might have felt from being so close to it? Or maybe the feeling of impending dread that washes over her mind when she realizes that this wasn’t actually her beloved cat? No. This was not real. Nothing she saw was real. Even Majora wasn’t real. Majora is Majora. Majora is everything. Majora decides when to be real. And right now? Everything is fake. The very ground she finds herself upon is but another mound of putty for the demon to play with.

Nevertheless, Majora feels disappointed when she backs away, growing uncertainty keeping her from actually playing along with Majora’s little game. There is a soft, dejected sound that comes from the demon, though it is gone quickly.. as is the cat in its arms, phasing away and turning to dust within its palms. It folds its hands behind its back when it addresses her again. Its playful tone is suddenly gone. It almost sounds sad.

🇮​ 🇦​🇲​ 🇲​🇦​🇯​🇴​🇷​🇦​. 🇮​ 🇨​🇦​🇳​ 🇩​🇴​ 🇦​🇳​🇾​🇹​🇭​🇮​🇳​🇬​ 🇮​ 🇼​🇦​🇳​🇹​. 🇱​🇮​🇲​🇮​🇹​🇱​🇪​🇸​🇸​  🇵​🇴​🇸​🇸​🇮​🇧​🇮​🇱​🇮​🇹​🇮​🇪​🇸​.. 🇹​🇭​🇪​ 🇻​🇪​🇷​🇾​ 🇼​🇴​🇷​🇱​🇩​ 🇮​🇸​ 🇵​🇺​🇹​🇹​🇾​ 🇮​🇳​ 🇲​🇾​ 🇭​🇦​🇳​🇩​🇸​. 🇧​🇺​🇹​... 🇩​🇮​🇩​ 🇾​🇴​🇺​ 🇳​🇴​🇹​ 🇱​🇮​🇰​🇪​ 🇮​🇹​﹖ 🇾​🇴​🇺​ 🇩​🇮​🇩​🇳​·🇹​ 🇱​🇮​🇰​🇪​ 🇹​🇭​🇪​ 🇨​🇦​🇹​﹖ 🇮​ 🇹​🇷​🇮​🇪​🇩​ 🇻​🇪​🇷​🇾​ 🇭​🇦​🇷​🇩​ 🇹​🇴​ 🇬​🇪​🇹​ 🇮​🇹​ 🇷​🇮​🇬​🇭​🇹​..

[paintmaid]

“i would like to wish the happiest day of love to all of you! if you are in need of chocolate, please come to the castle! you may have as much as you’d like for free.”

[mismatchedmajora]

if you look in the corner of the room, you can probably see a scuttling child running away with a literal mountain of chocolates in its arms.

[mismatchedmajora]

🇩​🇴​ 🇾​🇴​🇺​ 🇬​🇺​🇾​🇸​ 🇼​🇦​🇳​🇹​ 🇹​🇴​ 🇰​🇳​🇴​🇼​ 🇼​🇭​🇦​🇹​ 🇭​🇦​🇵​🇵​🇪​🇳​🇸​ 🇼​🇭​🇪​🇳​ 🇮​ 🇹​🇦​🇰​🇪​ 🇴​🇫​🇫​ 🇲​🇾​ 🇲​🇦​🇸​🇰​﹖ 🇼​🇭​🇦​🇹​ 🇮​🇫​ 🇮​ 🇹​🇴​🇱​🇩​ 🇾​🇴​🇺​ 🇾​🇴​🇺​ 🇦​🇱​🇷​🇪​🇦​🇩​🇾​ 🇰​🇳​🇴​🇼​ 🇼​🇭​🇦​🇹​ 🇭​🇦​🇵​🇵​🇪​🇳​🇸​ 🇦​🇳​🇩​ 🇮​🇫​ 🇮​🇹​ 🇭​🇦​🇵​🇵​🇪​🇳​🇸​  🇾​🇴​🇺​·🇱​🇱​ 🇩​🇮​🇪​﹖ 🇮​🇸​🇳​·🇹​ 🇹​🇭​🇦​🇹​ 🇼​🇮​🇱​🇩​﹖

🇭​🇦​🇵​🇵​🇾​ 🇻​🇦​🇱​🇪​🇳​🇹​🇮​🇳​🇪​🇸​ 🇩​🇦​🇾​ ﹗ 🇭​🇪​🇭​🇪​﹗

[mismatchedmajora]

sternenteile‌:

he hadn’t expected  such a young voice to come out of… that. does this child not realize how—— disturbing their fashion sense is? such an eerie mask, like peering into an otherworldly monster, yet a little kid is wearing it like it’s nothing. ah, what kids these days like to wear —— ribbons, hair clips, pony tails, costume makeup, clip-on earrings, rubber bracelets, creepy masks that embody the mood of a hellscape… the usual. totally normal.

❝ uh—— no? ❞ his reaction is a kneejerk one; he immediately kicks himself for it. ❝ i mean, i’m afraid i don’t just carry toys around with me… unless my body counts. ❞ 

geno spreads his arms as though to demonstrate, and indeed, with the parting of his cape, the skull kid would surely see the joints and carvings belonging to a typical puppet. the body of this stranger, however, seems to share some similarities, his limbs looking as though made of straw. that… is very new. this surely isn’t a fellow star spirit, right? the body language is jerky, limp, and unnatural, as though it doesn’t belong to the soul that inhabits it, so… maybe?

❝ this vessel isn’t mine, ❞ he explains, beginning to eye the imp with suspicion. ❝ you know… it would make sense if that wasn’t yours either. what are you? ❞ had eldstar sent someone to keep tabs on him?

🇼​🇴​🇴​🇴​🇴​🇼​ ﹗

Amazement. Utter astonishment. Standing right before Majora’s very eyes was, in fact, a big, cape-wearing toy! A toy that was alive! This was unlike anything Majora’s seen before WITHOUT the use of its own powers to spawn such a thing. It knew immediately that this one - Geno - is not a result of the demon’s power to change and warp reality the way it wants to. Geno has been given life by something else, something powerful, and it intrigues them, ushers them forward to grip at Geno’s arms and tug on them slightly so that Majora could look at the limbs more closely. Made of wood, made of fibrous material, all the things typical of an old-school doll!

🇹​🇭​🇦​🇹​·🇸​ 🇦​🇲​🇦​🇿​🇮​🇳​🇬​﹗ 🇾​🇴​🇺​·🇷​🇪​ 🇦​🇲​🇦​🇿​🇮​🇳​🇬​﹗

Majora splits from him seconds after speaking, bouncing on its feet with excitement vibrant in those creepy yellow eyes of their’s. It wasn’t until Geno mentioned the vessel that Majora stopped its hectic dancing and settled for a more vacant.. almost knowing stare.

🇦​🇭​.. 🇾​🇴​🇺​ 🇲​🇪​🇦​🇳​ 🇹​🇭​🇮​🇸​ 🇴​🇳​🇪​﹖

It reaches for its own arm, and lightly pinches the skin on its incredibly skinny limbs.. then, comically, it pulls and stretches it as though it were made of rubber. A feat normally impossible, given possibility thanks to Majora’s outstanding powers. 

🇹​🇭​🇮​🇸​ 🇮​🇸​ 🇯​🇺​🇸​🇹​ 🇲​🇪​﹗ 🇴​🇳​🇱​🇾​ 🇲​🇪​. 🇮​·🇲​ 🇦​ 🇱​🇮​🇹​🇹​🇱​🇪​ 🇷​🇦​🇸​🇨​🇦​🇱​﹗ 🇦​🇹​ 🇱​🇪​🇦​🇸​🇹​﹐  🇹​🇭​🇦​🇹​·🇸​ 🇼​🇭​🇦​🇹​ 🇹​🇭​🇪​ 🇹​🇴​🇼​🇳​🇸​🇫​🇴​🇱​🇰​ 🇨​🇦​🇱​🇱​🇪​🇩​ 🇲​🇪​ ﹗

                                                 Before it slaughtered them all.

🇼​🇭​🇦​🇹​ 🇦​🇧​🇴​🇺​🇹​ 🇾​🇴​🇺​﹖ 🇩​🇴​ 🇾​🇴​🇺​ 🇭​🇦​🇻​🇪​ 🇦​ 🇳​🇦​🇲​🇪​﹖ 🇮​ 🇦​🇲​ 🇲​🇦​🇯​🇴​🇷​🇦​﹗

[mismatchedmajora]

luckythieved‌:

     “ WH – WHERE DO YOU GET THE BONES FROM?! ”

🇹​🇭​🇮​🇳​🇬​🇸​ 🇹​🇭​🇦​🇹​ 🇭​🇦​🇻​🇪​ 🇧​🇴​🇳​🇪​🇸​ 🇮​🇳​🇸​🇮​🇩​🇪​ 🇴​🇫​ 🇹​🇭​🇪​🇲​﹖﹖﹖ 🇩​🇺​🇲​🇲​🇾​.

[mismatchedmajora]

🇾​🇴​🇺​ 🇪​🇻​🇪​🇷​ 🇯​🇺​🇸​🇹​ 🇨​🇭​🇪​🇼​ 🇴​🇳​ 🇦​ 🇧​🇴​🇳​🇪​ 🇸​🇴​ 🇲​🇺​🇨​🇭​ 🇮​🇹​ 🇧​🇪​🇨​🇴​🇲​🇪​🇸​ 🇦​ 🇸​🇭​🇴​🇷​🇹​ 🇩​🇦​🇬​🇬​🇪​🇷​﹖ 🇮​ 🇩​🇴​  🇹​🇭​🇦​🇹​ 🇸​🇴​🇲​🇪​🇹​🇮​🇲​🇪​🇸​. 🇮​🇹​·🇸​ 🇵​🇷​🇪​🇹​🇹​🇾​ 🇨​🇴​🇴​🇱​. 🇮​ 🇭​🇦​🇻​🇪​ 🇦​ 🇨​🇴​🇱​🇱​🇪​🇨​🇹​🇮​🇴​🇳​ 🇮​🇳​ 🇲​🇾​  🇹​🇷​🇪​🇪​. 🇦​ 🇧​🇺​🇳​🇨​🇭​ 🇴​🇫​ 🇧​🇴​🇳​🇪​ 🇰​🇳​🇮​🇻​🇪​🇸​.

[mismatchedmajora]

🇮​ 🇼​🇦​🇳​🇹​ 🇹​🇴​ 🇼​🇪​🇦​🇷​ 🇦​ 🇩​🇷​🇪​🇸​🇸​... 🇮​ 🇧​🇪​🇹​ 🇮​·🇩​ 🇷​🇴​🇨​🇰​ 🇮​🇹​.

[mismatchedmajora]

What Monster From Folklore Protects You?

Skinwalker

 "You never really understand a person until you consider things from his point of view.... until you climb into his skin and walk around in it." -Atticus Finch

Skinwalker: "Yee naaldlooshii" - 

'it goes on all fours'.

 For some, the Skinwalker is very real and very lethal. Even the mere utterance of its name is fated to bring a curse upon you if not the being itself. A skinwalker was once a human, a human who succumbed to the tempting promise of power that only the darkest of arts can bring. As with all magic, it comes at a cost. The sacrifice of someone in their family.

Skinwalkers prowl the woods at night, taking the form of an animal to inflict pain and suffering on others. It has the ability to transform into anything... or anyone by skinning them alive and traipsing around in their skin... like some sort of sick costume. 

For you, change is constant and inevitable. It is in the air you breath, the people you love, and the life you live. However, unlike everyone else, you don't fight against it. You've never seen the point. It seemed futile to oppose a constant like change. This attitude had made you into a very accepting and open-minded individual. Your care-free attitude has attracted the attention of this malevolent spirit. Maybe this Skinwalker wishes to take you on as a pupil, or perhaps something about you just draws it towards you. It will do what it can to protect you if only to figure out what it is about you that causes these feelings. Just be wary of those in your life who encourage change, for one day, you might look back on yourself

And not recognize the thing you've become...

tagged: @gerudofury​

tagging: all of my lovely followers!

[mismatchedmajora]

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🇴​🇭​ ﹗﹗ 🇴​🇭​ ﹗﹗﹗ 🇮​ 🇱​🇮​🇰​🇪​ 🇹​🇭​🇪​ 🇴​🇳​🇪​ 🇮​🇳​ 🇹​🇭​🇪​ 🇧​🇮​🇬​ 🇬​🇴​🇼​🇳​ ﹗﹗ 🇦​🇳​🇩​ 🇹​🇭​🇪​ 🇱​🇮​🇹​🇹​🇱​🇪​ 🇵​🇮​🇳​🇰​ 🇴​🇳​🇪​ ﹗﹗﹗ 🇦​🇳​🇩​ 🇹​🇭​🇪​ 🇱​🇮​🇹​🇹​🇱​🇪​ 🇵​🇮​🇳​🇰​ 🇴​🇳​🇪​ ﹗﹗ 🇦​🇳​🇩​ 🇹​🇭​🇪​ 🇱​🇮​🇹​🇹​🇱​🇪​ 🇵​﹣

tagged by: borrowed with(out) permission from @paintmaid​ tagging: u may have it

[mismatchedmajora]

🇸​🇴​🇲​🇪​🇴​🇳​🇪​ 🇹​🇪​🇱​🇱​ 🇲​🇪​ 🇦​ 🇧​🇪​🇩​🇹​🇮​🇲​🇪​ 🇸​🇹​🇴​🇷​🇾​ ﹗

[mismatchedmajora]

                                                      🇱​🇮​🇰​🇪​ 🇵​🇦​🇮​🇳​🇹​ 🇴​🇳​ 🇦​ 🇼​🇦​🇱​🇱​﹐                    🇾​🇴​🇺​ 🇸​🇭​🇦​🇱​🇱​ 🇧​🇪​🇨​🇴​🇲​🇪​ 🇭​🇮​🇸​🇹​🇴​🇷​🇾​﹐ 🇪​🇳​🇬​🇷​🇦​🇻​🇪​🇩​ 🇦​🇳​🇩​ 🇷​🇪​🇲​🇪​🇲​🇧​🇪​🇷​🇪​🇩​.                         🇧​🇺​🇹​ 🇸​🇴​🇴​🇳​ 🇫​🇴​🇷​🇬​🇴​🇹​🇹​🇪​🇳​﹐ 🇼​🇭​🇪​🇳​ 🇹​🇭​🇪​ 🇨​🇱​🇴​🇨​🇰​ 🇷​🇪​🇦​🇨​🇭​🇪​🇸​ 🇿​🇪​🇷​🇴​.

Selective RP blog for a canon-divergent Majora from The Legend of Zelda: Majora’s Mask!

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@mismatchedmajora​  said: A loud tapping sounds against wooden flooring. Tap, tap tap. It doesn’t end. Tap, tap tap. Nack is somewhere in the middle of nowhere. Tap tap tap. It quickly becomes evident that he’s being watched. TAP. TAP. TAP.

Was it anxiety that made his skin crawl, or was it the frigid air that seemed to throw all warmth away with cruelty? Did the dryness of his mouth come from the thick atmosphere of the forest, or did he simply know that he was being hunted? While his eyes remained peeled and sought to cut through the darkness, something – something, something, something – plagued the back of his mind like a parasite feasting on its host. Nothing was going to be okay here. Someone – or SOMETHING – didn’t neglect to keep its predatory gaze on him. He had been careless, obviously, and that made his blood go cold; the Legendary Outlaw dared to make a mistake in a world that wanted him dead.

Realizing this, his vice-grip on his revolvers did not ease up. They tightened instead, palms almost shaking from the force as a bead of sweat stained his face. The moment the tapping started became the moment he knew his pursuer was too close for comfort. Escape was out of the question. All he could do now in a forest as dark and deep as this was to stand his ground, boots already sinking into the bitter soil as white gaiters were soon stained.

“MotherrrrrFUCKER…!” He spat under his breath, his eyes searching around but to no avail. Soon, he then yelled out, guns hungry to fire at whatever or whoever was daring to stalk him.  “Oooohhhh, ya might as well come out NOW! Go ahead, ASSHOLE – make my DAY! Y’think I ain’t know yer WATCHIN’ me!? Really!? HA! Yer in DEEP WATERS now, cowpoke; it’s YOU that ain’t gonna get away from me!”

“I’m in a BAAAAAAAD MOOD, bud! Don’t make me KILL YOU.”

[mismatchedmajora]

Behind him.

Approximately five meters away, directly out of his line of sight. That is where the tapping comes from. That is where Majora shows itself.

Logically speaking there was no way it could have gotten there that fast. Not without any noises signaling its presence (save for the tapping), not when Nack was clearly looking around him to take mind of every little thing around him, ready to pop a bullet in the first thing he sees. Majora simply willed itself to be there, within his presence, approximately five meters behind him. Tap. Tap. Tap.

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Childish. The voice that rings out from behind the mask sounds young, but warped. A pair of amber eyes stare judgingly at the jerboa-wolf, waiting and watching to see what he would do. Would Nack Jovi Queen shoot? Would he point the weapon at it and warn it to screw off? Or would he take off running? A game of cat-and-mouse, where the cat has the mouse cornered, and the mouse thinks it has the means to defend itself.

How cute!

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pick a fight.

@mismatchedmajora​ said:     ‘ eat my shorts. ’

The imp was equal parts intriguing, and baffling with a sprinkle of insolent childlike innocence that made Ganondorf wonder which god, if any, created it as a joke; or, if it was its own being spawned from nothing, and quite literally a child in its own eternal right. Now, however, it managed to be more confusing than anything.

    “Pardon?”

[mismatchedmajora]

The size difference was impalpable. The short-statured kid wearing a silly-looking mask versus the massive king of evil, a shadow of a building looming over a mere pedestrian. Yet, Majora seemed not even a tinge afraid. It was funny, incredibly so, and it begged the crazed entity to literally dance around this looming tower of darkness like a pole that simply couldn’t move.

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