S I S Y P H E A N

/ˌsɪsɪˈfiːən/ adj; denoting a task that can never be completed. independent && selective. oot && mm young link. written by empy.

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                             ＲＥＳＯＬＵＴＥ, lion-hearted, wings of ＶＩＣＴＯＲＹ

                       Her soul sings of life’s songs, full of gods’ ＨＯＬＹ ＧＡＥＩＴＹ.

                                                Nor is she only ＬＩＯＮＥＳＳ,

                                    All ＳＴＲＥＮＧＴＨ and ＭＡＪＥＳＴＹ ——

                                                She’s a young ＷＡＲＲＩＯＲ

                                               ＳＷＩＦＴ  ＶＡＬＫＹＲＩＥ,

                                           Carrying gods’ ＨＯＬＹ  ＳＷＯＲＤ.

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                                ＧＩＶＥ me a place to ＳＴＡＮＤ

                              and Ｉ shall ＭＯＶＥ the ＥＡＲＴＨ.

                                                 written by stingray.

[guardlion]

     [ Alriiight and we’re online, again! Please like and / or reblog this post if you’re a Legend of Zelda RP blog or would not mind roleplaying with one! ]

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ｔｈｒｅａｄｓ ｏｆ ｆａｔｅ．

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➳ | | !!! 」:

The silence that followed colliding azure gazes was practically deafening, Link’s pulse frantic and eyes incredibly wide.

This was not possible. Absolutely not! And yet, here the hero was, gazing there upon the familiar features he had once possessed in his childish youth, those eyes just as bewildered and astonished as he.

A lump had formed in his throat, making it difficult to swallow and draw in new breath. The world was spinning beneath him, making him feel dizzy and ill. was he still mounted upon Epona’s back? He could hardly tell! Farore above, his head felt far too light for him to remain standing, a precarious sway jolting him to sudden alertness.

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          THOUGH A fraught quietude is what succeeds the clash of faded sapphires for the taller, uncannily familiar (familiar is quite a bit of an understatement) one, an unremitting deluge of memories from a (not so) distant future past is what arises from this odd rencounter for the little boy in green, vivid recollections of a most frightening battle (though that can be said for most, if not all, of his frays) that leave his hands shaking, his heart hammering, and his mind more befuddled than it already is.

          Suddenly, his feet are no longer firmly set upon solid earth, just as how his ears can no longer catch sound of the faint susurrus of rustling grass, and how his eyes can no longer espy golden locks and viridian apparel. No, what he sees now are vermeil orbs and wispy skin, what he hears now are breathy pants and purling water, what now lies beneath his feet are granite tiles and ripping water, and a downwards glance at himself tells him that he is no longer in the tiny body he once possessed.

          (No, no, this can’t be happening--)

          Distraught heart palpitating even further, the boy without a fairy draws a sharp intake of breath and staggers backwards, clammy hands instinctively rising up to unsheathe both blade and shield from quivering back. Wheezy respiration is cut short when the horrifying realisation that shoot, he doesn’t have any weapons hits him again, and now his head’s swimming and he can’t see straight and oh gods, he’s gonna die, he’s gonna die, he’s gonna die--

          The ❛shade❜ draws ever closer at the sight of his panic-stricken form (no, no, no, no), steps leisurely and painfully deliberate, something that only fuels and prompts the child’s agitation and dread to grow and grow and no, leave me alone, leave me alone, leave me A L O N E!

          ❝S-st--❞ stay away, is what he desperately wants to say, stay away, stay away, stay away, but he can’t; he can’t move his lips, he can’t move his tongue, heck, he’s barely breathing! The pure terror running thick in his veins makes it so the air he practically gulps down (or, well, tries to) doesn’t even pass the entirety of his throat before it’s out again -- he’s simply inhaling too much and exhaling it all far too quickly!

          But then his reflection ceases all motion, and he isn’t even given a moment to wonder w h y before his consternation flares up again -- the darker one resumes movement, though not in the same, or even similar, manner the boy had been expecting them to.

          The song of a sword as it is (slowly) returned to its scabbard echoes within the boy’s tapered ears even long after the sound has dissipated into nothing, a prolongation that nearly precludes him from hearing the question that comes not a few seconds sooner. Nearly.

          ❝A-are you...okay?❞

          And just like that, the dark-tinted glasses crack and the spell is broken.

          He’s back in his tiny body again, standing upon solid earth, ears picking up whispers of the breeze instead of water, and eyes descrying hibiscus gold and comforting, comforting green. Suspiring is still very difficult for him and his heart has yet to really calm down, but the tightening in his chest has slackened (if only slightly), he can visually affirm that he’s safe (he’s safe, he’s safe, he’s safe), and...honestly? That’s all that matters.

          ❝’M...❞ I’m okay, is what he desperately wants to say, I’m okay, I’m okay, I’m okay, but he can’t because damn it, he can’t breathe, come on, come on--

[mladxst-blog]

    [ i haven’t even been back for that long yet and i’m already jumping on bandwagons i can’t believe myself--

    [ but yes here is my permanent starter call! from what i’ve garnered so far, liking or replying to a permanent starter call allows the original poster to crash into your inbox at random times and tag you in starters at random times?? that and just-- hitting you up for some muse interaction whenever they feel like it, haha!

    [ so yeah! please like or reply to this post if you’re totally fine with me doing all the above to you! ]

[justanotherrpmeme]

bold which habits your muse has

nail biting | throat clearing | lying | interrupting | chewing the ends of pens | smoking | swearing | knuckle cracking | thumb sucking | muttering under their breath | talking to themselves | nose picking | binge drinking | oversleeping | snacking between meals | skipping meals | picking at skin | impulse buying | talking with their mouth full | humming/singing to themselves | chewing gum | leg jiggling | foot tapping | hair twirling | whistling | eye rolling | licking lips | sniffing | squinting | rubbing hands together | jaw clenching | gesturing while talking | putting feet up on tables | tucking hair behind ears | chewing lips | crossing arms over chest | putting hands on hips | rubbing the back of their neck | being late | procrastinating | doodling | shredding paper | peeling off bottle labels | forgetfulness | running hands through hair | overreacting | teeth grinding | nostril flaring | slouching | pacing | drumming fingers | fist clenching | pinching bridge of nose | rubbing temples | rolling shoulders | biting lower lip | hand wringing

[legendarylullaby-blog]

//I promised a certain someone I would share my ever-growing collection of emote Links. Some are older than others, and my style won’t sit still. I like to call ‘em: the “someone just called him a little kid” face, random princely clothing Link, Sassy Mc Buttface the Younger, “oh no is an understatement”, the ”artist needed a fictional hug at the time” Link, and the ONE THAT IS ACTUALLY HAPPY FOR ONCE Link. Enjoy.

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➳ | | stranger 」:

“Ah- yes, I am well; ‘tis naught but a scratch, really. I do not suppose you have any bandages or some such on you, however? I would hate for it to get infected.”

          HE DOESN’T, but he has the next best thing!

          ❝…I’ve...cloth.❞ Relatively Clean cloth, to be precise! A perfect substitute for a bandage!

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➳ | | why 」:

Alaric glances at the scrap of cloth on the ground, a tattered, foul smelling thing– it must’ve fallen off his surcoat. “Yeah, ‘tis,” the barbarian returns, kneeling down and retrieving what was useless to him now. “Wouldn’t want t’ be litterin’, now, would I?”

The barbarian is quiet for a moment, before abruptly sticking the scrap of moose hide under the boy’s nose. “‘Ey, smell this.”

          SHRINKING AWAY from the older, taller one’s extremity (touch) is one of the upshots of a reflexive behaviour the boy without a fairy has never been too proud of, but in that one very unpleasant moment, where his poor, poor nose catches a whiff of that noisome stench despite his best efforts to move the hell away from the hand, he has never in his entire life been so grateful for his aversion to physical contact.

          (Granted, a small sniff of an effluvium like that is probably just as repulsive and disgusting and oh god, gross, gross, gross as a whole lungful of it, but that doesn’t stop the child from inwardly patting himself on the back for avoiding the attainment of such an appalling circumstance.)

          ❝Augh--!❞ He reels away from the revolting thing in a fashion that almost makes it seem like he’s been struck across the face, tips of pointed ears dropping down low and digits desperately pinching his burning nose. His distraught gaze is ripped from the thing and brought up to the other’s countenance (or, well, what is concealing it, anyway) as he inhales and takes another step back, sapphire optics shimmering with a curiosity he’s ashamed to say that he feels at that particular moment and projecting a question he’s too afraid to ask (because he honestly does not want to know the answer to it): ❝What is that?❞

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agate, aquamarine, calcite, pearl~

SEND ME A CRYSTAL.

agate: how my muse calms down.

     [ It honestly depends on what sort of emotion he’s feeling and the intensity of that emotion! For instance, his way of dealing with anger is different from his way of dealing with fear and panic, just as his way of dealing with immensely heightened panic is different from his way of dealing with light anxiety!

     [ Most of the time where fear or anxiety is a problem, he can just calm down by closing his eyes and focussing on his breathing or any other repeated motions (he may continuously wring his hands, rub them on sides of his forearms, clench and unclench them, etc.), but during times where normal breathing or performing simple, repetitive movements is not possible, he’ll crouch down, curl into a fetal position, and just cut off all ties to any and all external stimuli. ]

     [ With anger, he calms down by counting in his head and flexing each of his fingers in order as a new number pops up (for example, ‘one’ may be his left thumb, ‘two’ may be his left index finger, ‘three’ may be his left middle finger, and so on and so on). He’s never ever passively calmed down from intense rage. ]

aquamarine: where my muse feels most calm/relaxed.

     [ He feels most relaxed in environments that either look similar to what once was his home or stimulate the same air as it once did; that is, he feels incredibly calm in forests and open fields (though he feels a lot safer in the midst of dense forestry and foliage). ]

calcite: my muse’s social tendencies (introverted vs extroverted, parties vs one-on-one conversations, etc.).

     [ As a person who, among other things: is more uncomfortable in large crowds than they are in very small gatherings, can really only spend a few hours socialising before becoming completely drained, and does not actively seek to minimise contact with others but does prefer it, I think it’s safe to say that Link is an introvert.

     [ And while parties aren’t quite his thing (which is why you will rarely ever see him attending a festivity of any sort), private, sincere one-on-one talks most definitely are! ]

pearl: a mental health headcanon.

     [ I’d be lying if I said he’s healthy in this department, because while he isn’t downright unstable, he’s not exactly in the best shape, either. ]

[mladxst-blog]

send me a crystal and i'll tell...

abalone: what kind of situations compromise my muse emotionally

aegerine: my muse's opinion of the supernatural

agate: how my muse calms down

blue lace agate: my muse's favorite form of communication (verbal, letters, texting, etc.)

fire agate: if my muse is brave or cowardly

moss agate: if my muse has a high or low opinion of themself

amazonite: what kind of situations call for my muse to be dishonest

amethyst: what my muse would most like to be able to shape-shift into

ammolite: how lucky or unlucky my use is

angel aura quartz: my muse's opinion of LGBT+ issues

apache tears: a sadness headcanon

apatite: a headcanon about my muse's intuition

apophyllite: my muse's religious/spiritual beliefs

aquamarine: where my muse feels most calm/relaxed

biotite: the biggest problems my muse is currently dealing with

bloodstone: how my muse sees themself as part of the world at large

calcite: my muse's social tendencies (introverted vs extroverted, parties vs one-on-one conversations, etc.)

carnelian: an art-related headcanon

celestite: how my muse deals with anxiety

chalcedony: the saddest my muse has ever been

chalcopyrite: how my muse deals with ending relationships

charoite: who my muse looks up to

chrysocolla: a money-making headcanon

copper: how I think my muse will end up when they're older

coral: how my muse views the natural world

diamond: a sex headcanon

dolomite: a sleep headcanon

emerald: how my muse tells someone they love them without words

fluorite: what my muse's room looks like

fossil: what my muse's dream job is

galena: what it's like to be in a relationship with my muse

garnet: what my muse's perfect partner would be

gold: my muse's financial situation

hematite: how squeamish my muse is

hiddenite: how much of an "inner child" my muse has

iolite: my muse's drinking habits

jade: if my muse would ever cheat on a partner

jasper: what my muse would be like as a parent

kyanite: an anger headcanon

lapis lazuli: where 'home' is to my muse

lodestone: what kind of people gravitate towards my muse

malachite: what my muse as a child thought they would be when they grew up

mica: what my muse views as their worst personality trait

moonstone: my muse's opinions on outer space

mother of pearl: if my muse tends to lift people up or bring them down

nebula stone: how good my muse's memory is

obsidian: which of the seven deadly sins my muse would be

opal: how creative my muse is

pearl: a mental health headcanon

petalite: what my muse would do if they found a wallet on the street

pyrite: a physical health headcanon

quartz: how my muse thinks other people see them

rhodonite: if my muse prefers elegance or convenience

rubellite: if my muse has any 'triggers' that inspire painful memories

ruby: a happiness headcanon

sapphire: if everyone my muse knew was hanging off a cliff and they could only choose three to save, the rest certainly dying, who they would choose

serpentine: how my muse would seduce another [alt: how my muse makes their money]

silver: if my muse prefers masculinity or femininity

tsavorite: if my muse believes in destiny or fate

ulexite: how empathetic/sympathetic/compassionate my muse is

unakite: what my muse's ideal pet would be

verdite: my muse's ethnicity/family history

zebra stone: what gets my muse excited

zoisite: does my muse believe everything's going to work out for them in the end or not?

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☾

MOVEMENT & POSTURE HEADCANONS.

☾: sleeps

     [ He used to sleep on this back but stopped doing so after a few very terrifying experiences of sleep paralysis. He now sleeps on his side (mostly his right) with his legs tucked in towards his stomach and arms pressed against his chest -- basically, in a fetal position. ]

[the-final-sentence]

I endure.

(via)

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"Fairy boy, do you think kindness is weakness?"

          IT’S A question that distresses ❛fairy boy❜ more than he’d like to admit – partially because the answer is so instantaneous that he can’t quite get his tongue to move in the right way and it leaves his mouth as a jumble of words (❝Curse– ‘c-c–…erse–…ah…’course…no’!❞), and partially because he can’t for the life of him see how anyone would think otherwise.

          Flaxen locks quivering against light-toned skin, the youth in green shakes his head to and fro in the same style a child attempting to affirm that ❛no, it wasn’t me who broke that vase, it just fell on its own! What a stupid vase–❜ would to further reinforce his previous statement, though perhaps with a bit more conviction, and perhaps with a bit more sincerity. After all, the strongest people he knows are also the kindest people he knows, and how could that be possible if kindness is weakness?

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Dear RP partner,

                       I’m sorry I take 2837897845748 years to respond.

                                                                                                                Love, the Mun

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hylianxprince​

          ❝...You...’kay...?❞

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hismajestyravio

          HE DOESN’T notice it at first because he’s too preoccupied with staring curiously scrutinising the taller one before him, but then he feels something shift beneath the thick sole of his boot, and he at long last realises that his foot is upon the hem of the other’s garments and has been as such for the entirety of his staring session examination.

          Hastily removing his foot from the fabric and taking a few steps back, the boy in green swallows the embarrassed lump that has formed within his throat and inclines his torso down into a low, apologetic bow. ❝S-so--...rry.❞