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independent &&. selective gerudo oc from the legend of zelda series // as written by ali

[oasisborn]

mmmmmmmmmm official semi hiatus notice ig?

[oasisborn]

haha whoops has it really been two weeks since I was actually on last damn

[m-a-k-k-u]

“I’ll kill you” is a valid way of flirting with me

[tenebriism]

@oasisborn ;; cont. from here :

Over. It's finally over.

Though the destruction is immense, and the dark clouds still retain their reign over the skies, the Dark King, finally, has been vanquished. He'd cry, were the moment not so inopportune; what benefit would there be in shedding tears if escaping ONE death, by the hands of his now slain and buried Master, only lead to another ?

For now, he'll rein it in. Let his eyes cloud over with tears, wipe them away, and bask in the moment as best as he can.

" If only there were a means of memorializing this moment... " He whispers, more to himself than to Nalya. He only seems to remember he's somewhat responsible for HER escape, too, when she speaks up rather than abandoning him there to his thoughts. Surprising, that she's stuck around--- he'd tried to slice her neck open not too long ago. Let bygones be bygones; it's a new day. A new era.

" There is an underground passage that will put us right near the entrance to Castle Town. It is... by Master Ga--- "

Dark cuts himself off, appearing... CONFLICTED for a moment. The Hero had not granted him his FREEDOM just for him to turn around and continue referring to that TYRANT as his Master. Old habits, though, die hard... but, in time, mayhap they would perish right alongside the one he no longer swore himself to.

" The organ. It is by the organ. Come, I will show you. "

He extends his hand, palm upwards, for her to take. " Stick by my side. "

[oasisborn]

Nalya raises an eyebrow slightly as she watches him look around at the wreckage of the castle as it continues its collapse. Sure, it's definitely a sight to behold - but he seems so focused on it that she almost wonders, were she not here to snap him out of it, if the shade would simply continue to stare as everything fell to ruin on top of him. She misses whatever it is he says ( it can't be that important if he said it that quietly ), and instead concentrates on what she does catch.

An underground passage is perfect, provided they can get to it and outside before the rest of the tower falls out from under their feet. She opens her mouth to remark as such, but stops herself when he slips up at the mention of Ganondorf. Her brow furrows a little at the look on his face, the way his eyes shift as he goes over whatever mental hang-ups he might still have regarding his now deceased king. But before she can make a comment on it, he seems to have righted himself just as quickly, and she's left now staring at his outstretched hand, instead.

She hesitates, but its only for a moment before she reaches out to take it in her own, fingers threading securely through Dark's. It's a little weird, suddenly holding the hand of someone who'd been trying to kill her the last time they'd met, but hey - she'll taking it over actually dying.

❝ Trust me, I won't be going far, ❞ she says as he pulls her past the debris and towards the massive organ near the rear of the room. ❝ Not that there are really many places to go, anyways. ❞

As if to drive her point home, the tower rumbles beneath their feet again - and this time, instead of stopping, it simply slows to a dull, continuous shudder as a distant thud sounds from somewhere else in the structure.

She's not normally one for panic, but Nalya's stomach tightens nervously. This is not how she expected her day to go. ❝ Did he have this place rigged to go when he died or something? Or is this all just from the fighting? One guy in green can't wreck a castle this badly. ❞

[tenebriism]

... so be it, then.

He had tried to be reasonable, TRIED to make this as smooth, and as lacking in bloodshed and needless conflict as possible, but nobody gets it. Nobody EVER gets it, and he is TIRED of trying. Now, they will wait. They will play this foolish, pointless waiting game until ONE of them breaks, and he will make damn well sure it isn't HIM.

" Tick, tock . . . " Taunting gets them to act, he has realized. It is not in his nature to play the role of one who ENJOYS these altercations, but if it will bring a swifter end, then he will do what it takes. The Gerudo are the most feared and PRIDEFUL race in all of Hyrule for reasons they have worked for and cemented long before Dark had been created; he daren't underestimate one, but rather, USE that pride to his advantage. If he can't chip away at it, then he'll simply APPEAL to it.

The room falls to a haunting quietude once more, his breathing stilled in wait of her next move. The EXHAUSTION from this pursuit is beginning to weigh him down, he personally notes, and he distantly wonders if she's fairing any better. The sticky, humid climate of the desert works in her favor, and to HIS disadvantage, and yet--- she is mortal, where he is not. A being born of magic that can withstand far more than fathomable---

--- but it's a stupid stone that throws him off.

His head JERKS towards it, blade risen in anticipation of SOMETHING, and it isn't until it's TOO LATE before he realizes the scales have been tipped. Instinct has him protecting his NECK, first and foremost; even HE is not immune to a blow that fatal, but it comes at the cost of his side, which seeps crimson as soon as the sharp blade connects.

" SHIT! " Frantically, he takes a swing at her with the intent to sever her momentary advantage, and hastens backwards, bile RISING as the pain from the fresh cut sets in near immediately. It's deep, that much he can tell by how quickly his tunic becomes soaked, but it isn't as if he has a moment to spend patching it up. Nay, he can only tuck himself behind a pillar and use the shadows to his advantage, submerging himself within the pool of darkness until he disappears completely.

It takes an immense amount of magic to accomplish this, and he knows -- he KNOWS -- it's only a matter of time until he must show himself again. Does he choose, then, to let her GO to save his own skin, or continue the hunt with a blaring red warning sign at his side telling him NOT to?

What's more frightening--- dying alone in this cursed desert, or dying to the hands of Ganondorf?

[oasisborn]

Despite the seeming confidence with which she made her swing, Nalya can't help it; she's shocked when her blades succeed in making contact with him. One clangs against the metal of his shield, bouncing away uselessly, but the second hits its mark, and amber eyes widen as she feels it slice like butter through fabric and flesh.

Well, what do you know - her dumbass plan really did work.

She's not given much time to reflect on it more than that, however. He swings in retaliation almost immediately, forcing Nalya to block it rather hastily with one scimitar as she tucks the other one out of her way to roll to the side, narrowly dodging the arc of his blade. As quick as she's been, she's not fast enough to avoid it entirely; it gets her in the shoulder, the tip grazing past her and leaving a long gash of red on honey-brown skin. But there's no time to look at it, or to focus on the pain that flares from the spot. Instead she scrambles back to her feet and darts towards the shaft of light, centering herself underneath it as she fights to catch her breath.

❝ Looks like the tables have turned a bit now, huh? ❞ she remarks as she slowly circles on the spot, gaze scanning the room as she searches for any sign as to where he might have gone. For a moment, she almost wishes that the room weren't quite so shadowy, but its fleeting; the irony of it all doesn't escape her that she'd needed those selfsame shadows only moments prior. ❝ Hope I didn't cut you too deep there - I'd rather not kill anyone I don't have to, especially in a Temple of all places. ❞

Though that doesn't mean she won't, of course.

Shaking her head, Nalya takes a deep breath, then addresses the darkness of the room once more. She's got an idea - a dumb, stupid, crazy idea, at that, but one that she's got to see if it's worth trying.

❝ Listen, as far as I can see it, we've got three options from here, ❞ she says, eyes narrowed and blades still ready, though her stance relaxes ever so slightly. ❝ One, we keep fighting it out until one of us kills the other; two, you stay where you are and let me go about my business, and I'll leave you alone too; ❞ here Nalya pauses again, sucks in another breath. ❝ Three, you let me go and help me with what I'm doing to try and stop Ganondorf - or was not wanting to do his dirty work just talk to get me to come on out? ❞

[oasisborn]

coming soon to a dash near you: an incredibly sad, tragic drabble that's been percolating in my head since last week

[oasisborn]

//hello I would like more nalink children please and thank you <3

if they had a kid // always accepting // @valorborn

yes here u are i have not one, not two, not even three but FOUR children for u pls enjoy c:

1) Name: Amani ("wishful")

Gender: Female

General Appearance: Taller and leaner than both her mother and her big sister Zaahira - though still shorter than her father, she's closer to average by Gerudo standards. Her eyes are a light cerulean, taking after her Hylian heritage, but that's where it ends, with her skin being a rich coffee brown and her hair a dusky, dark orange - closer to her Aunt Nabooru's shade than to Nalya's own dark red.

Personality: Bright, cheerful, and bubbly - Amani is something of the outlier in her family, lacking the mischievous streak that Nalya and Zaahira share, and coming off as generally far more open and innocent than any of her siblings or either of her parents. She's not anywhere as naïve as she appears, however, and she can be serious when needed - it's just not her go-to, is all, and she doesn't see the need for things like keeping secrets or playing tricks on people. Honesty might not always be the best policy, but it's definitely the one Amani sticks to, and she'll always try to find the nicest way possible to lay the harder truths on people; she abhors conflict of any kind.

Special Talents: Amani is an incredibly skilled and graceful dancer - quite possibly one of the best in the tribe. She started young, having been entranced with the way her mother and the other dancers would look during festivals and celebrations when they would dance in the firelight, and long hours of practice have resulted in her being incredibly graceful, light, and quick on her feet. She's also got a bit of skill with magic; inheriting the ability to wield Farore's Wind from her father, she carries the crystal manifestation of it on her at all times, set into the dainty golden circlet she wears atop her head.

Who they like better: Nalya. Not that she doesn't adore Link, but Amani and Nalya bonded rather strongly over their shared love of dancing, and she's always who the girl looks to first for approval or advise.

Who they take after more: Nalya.

Personal Headcanon: Amani is the second-born of Link and Nalya's children, and is only a year younger than Zaahira. While he'd been able to be fully present for Zaahira's birth, Link is called away for an expedition with the Hylian Knights towards the end of Nalya's second pregnancy and is on his way back to Gerudo Fortress when she goes into labour. As soon as he gets to the bridge in the valley, he's accosted by Nabooru and a few others who take him to where Nalya is waiting, and Link makes it just in time, mere minutes before Amani arrives.

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2) Name: Sandhya ("twilight")

Gender: Female

General Appearance: The tall genes have been skipped yet again; Sandhya is quite short, coming in a few inches under her mother's height of 5'6" and downright bordering on petite - definitely the shortest of all her siblings. Her hair is a soft strawberry blonde colour, almost the same golden blonde as her twin's but with a hint of a reddish, auburn glow that becomes more vibrant and bright when viewed in direct sunlight, and pin-straight compared to Sahar's gentle waves. Her eyes are shaped closer to Link's, sharp and defined, but the colour is all from Nalya, being a dark, golden amber colour; and her complexion is just as dark as her elder sisters'. Unlike the rest of their siblings, who sport the typical rounded Gerudo ears, both Sandhya and Sahar have small, slight points at the ends of their ears - it's barely noticeable at all unless you're specifically looking for it.

Personality: What she lacks for in height, Sandhya more than makes up for in personality. All spitfire and spunk, she's more likely to be the one starting a fight as opposed to finishing it - though she'll do that too, make no mistake. Sandhya is all brash confidence, with little room for insecurity or doubt into herself or her decisions. She doesn't often think things through too much before jumping right on in headfirst; one of the most common things for her to say is "it seemed like a good idea at the time!". She's protective and caring towards all her siblings, but most of it is directed towards Sahar and Nadir, as they are the two youngest and she loves to lord being the older twin over Sahar's head - all in good fun, though, of course, since Sahar gets to get away with being the taller twin.

Special Talents: Sandhya is something of a metalworking prodigy. She took an interest in the activities of the tribe's smiths pretty early on - but instead of focusing on weapons-crafting as her parents had thought she might, given the girl's fascination with Nalya's scimitars and Link's sword, Sandhya instead chose to work on developing her skills in jewelry and ornamentation. Her fingers are covered in small burn scars and callouses from all of the hard work and effort she's put in over the years, and it shows in every item she makes.

In addition, like her older sister Amani, Sandhya has a bit of skill with magic. She inherited the ability to wield Nayru's Love from Link, and, like Amani, wears the crystal manifestation of it always, in an ornamented cloth headband atop her head. Unlike Amani, however, who's magic extends only to Farore's wind, Sandhya has a small amount of ability with ice-specific magic. She can't do much with it as she doesn't practice often or find it useful in her day-to-day life, but it is there.

Who they like better: She loves both of her parents equally - don't make her choose, because you'll be stuck there all day while she decides.

Who they take after more: Definitely Nalya.

Personal Headcanon: Sandhya and Sahar are twins - coming as something of a surprise to their parents, who thought they would be having their third and stopping there. Their labour was the longest and hardest of all of Nalya's pregnancies - the first baby came quickly and easily enough, but several hours passed before the second was born. Because of this, both children were named for the hours of their birth; Sandhya, the elder of the two, was thus named for the twilight.

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3) Name: Sahar ("dawn")

Gender: Female

General Appearance: Despite being twins, Sahar is quite easy to tell apart from her elder sister Sandhya. Standing about half a foot taller than the other girl, Sahar has sunny golden blonde hair that falls in loose, slightly wavy locks to just above her knees. Her eyes she shares 1-for-1 with her twin; angular and defined and with a deep amber colour, and set above a small button nose that turns up slightly at the end, and her skintone is a deep shade of hazelnut. Unlike the rest of their siblings, who sport the typical rounded Gerudo ears, both Sandhya and Sahar have small, slight points at the ends of their ears - it's barely noticeable at all unless you're specifically looking for it.

Personality: Definitely the most cautious and careful of Link & Nalya's children. Sahar like's to play things safe, think things through at least twice before she does something, and often has several back-up plans in place, just in case she should need them for whatever reason. She's the type of girl to overpack when going on a journey - not by a lot, mind you, but by just enough to make things a little more difficult than normal, because what if she needs this or that or whichever thing she might have otherwise left behind? She'd rather have it and not need it than need it and not have it. Sahar is calm, but with an underlying edge of 'always being ready for anything because what if this is that one time something goes wrong'. She likes to say that she's simply ready for anything - her family likes to say that she's just being paranoid (and more often than not, they're right).

Special Talents: Out of all of her siblings, Sahar is by far the one most skilled with magic. Not only did she inherit the ability to wield Din's Fire from Link, which she wears in the ornamented headband in her hair, she's also very capable and adept with almost any and all forms of magic she can get her hands on - though, magic related to fire is by far the kind she finds easiest to handle. Using it has become something like second nature to her, and it's common to find Sahar simply using her magic in her day-to-day life with little thought given to how it might look to others. It's her skill with magic that encourages her to join the priestesses of the Sand Goddess when she reaches the appropriate age.

Who they like better: Link. She loves Nalya, don't think that she doesn't, but her mother (and by extension her elder siblings) is high-energy, and Sahar in general just meshes with people who are a little lower on that scale.

Who they take after more: Link. Finally, after three other children, one is an introvert.

Personal Headcanon: Sahar is the younger of Link and Nalya's twins, and the surprise fourth child they didn't know they would be having. Despite the speed with which her older twin was born, Nalya laboured with the second baby for several hours into the early light of morning and Sahar was not born until the dawn of the next day, for which she was then named. Because of this, despite being twins, Sandhya and Sahar have separate birthdays.

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4) Name: Nadir ("rare")

Gender: Male

General Appearance: Nadir is the tallest of his siblings, without a doubt - almost matching his father's height and easily dwarfing his mother and all of his sisters except for Amani, who comes up just a few inches shy of him. He's also the palest-skinned out of all of them - darker than Link, certainly, but noticeably lighter than his sisters and Nalya. He shares the same golden blond hair as Sahar and he keeps it fairly long and almost always loose, tying it back only when the situation requires it. His eyes are a deep, sapphire blue shade; all of this added up leaves him looking a bit out of place among the rest of his family, despite the resemblances that can be found to be shared between them.

Personality: By far the most calm and reserved out of all five children, Nadir tends to look at the antics of his sisters with a raised brow, rather than joining in or behaving similarly. He is closest in demeanor to Sahar, but even then lacks the constant tension she seems to have hiding under the surface - instead, Nadir really is as collected and nonchalant as he appears to be. Not much can truly phase or shock him, and as such not a lot tends to make him speak up; he's always been a quiet boy, and it's not something that changes at all as he grows. He's not completely impassable, however, and has been known to smile on occasion - usually soft and gentle, as the larger, genuine grins are a bit harder to pull out of him.

Special Talents: Nadir is an incredibly skilled archer - something that confuses Nalya to no end, as she is utterly atrocious with a bow, and while Zaahira and Amani are old enough to have been taught a little by Link about how to shoot before he died, the other three are far too young for that to have been possible, and neither Zaahira or Amani continued their archery training extensively as they grew. The only explanation anyone has is that the boy simply inherited the skill from his father, much in the same way he inherited his appearance.

Who they like better: Nalya, though it's not really a matter of liking her more - it's moreso the fact that he never got the chance to know Link at all. If he had, it would be Link.

Who they take after more: Link, without a doubt.

Personal Headcanon: The true 'surprise' child, in every sense of the term. Nadir is the youngest of all his siblings and the only boy, as the Gerudo aren't typically known for having male children - though it has happened from time to time. Out of all of his siblings, he is also the one to bear the most resemblance to Link. It's something of a double-edge sword for Nalya, as Nadir was conceived the night before Link left on his last expedition with the Hylian Knights, and the last night Nalya would ever see her husband alive again. He is the only one of their five children who's birth Link is not present for; news of his death in battle reaches Nalya at the Fortress less than a month before Nadir was due to be born, and the shock sends her into early labour.

Bonus picture of all five (5) kiddos:

from left to right, oldest to youngest: Zaahira, Amani, Sandhya, Sahar, and Nadir

please pretend their heights are varied i was incredibly limited for options and my photoshop skills are subpar at best i'm shocked i was able to do zaahi's eyes lol

[oasisborn]

hi hello happy new year i am! here

i really want to try and get some of my sideblogs more active so most of my attention is going to be on helios // @princepssolis specifically while i get some of nalya's crap into the queue and work on finishing up the others (list is here for the curious, reminder all of them are sideblogs so if i'm already following you from nalya ur good to go baybee)

[valorborn]

💕 - for our muses to kiss at midnight on New Year’s

winter interactions

"You know, it's tradition to kiss someone at midnight."

"Is it?" Link looks at her from the corner of his eye, feigning nonchalance as he lifts a tankard to his lips. He knows what she's insinuating the moment the words leave her mouth, but he doesn't want her to see the way his cheeks warm at the idea.

Of course, he's sure she already knows. Nalya managed to get him out into the town square for the celebrations, using her desire to experience the festivities in Castle Town as an excuse. And it worked. Of course she knows.

The fireworks are due to start soon and the clock is inching ever closer to midnight and the end of the year. Children are running around the fountain with sparklers enchanted to glow bright colors. And Nalya is looking at him with every passing second. Until the crowd begins to count them down and she joins them, a grin spread across her face.

When they finally reach 'zero', the fireworks fly into the sky, lighting it up into an array of blue, green, and red. But he isn't looking at them. Instead he looks at her smiling face and the way they reflect in her eyes.

Before he can think too much about it, he reaches for her, drawing her in and bending down to press a kiss to her lips. Simple, chaste, and when he draws back he smiles at the surprise on her face.

"Happy New Year, Nalya."

@oasisborn

[oasisborn]

Leaving a reminder here for myself to update Nalyas age on her bio and verses pages bc I'm a dumb dumb dumby and while it's not so important for most of her verses it's important for oot

Also thinking of splitting oot into three or four verses just for my own sanity to keep things straight of what's where when lmao

[shieldedsmart]

If they had a kid meme

[fortheaskbox]

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[oasisborn]

drags myself onto the dash

[calamitousmonster-deactivated20]

Please reblog this if it’s okay for me to just pop into your ask box to RP with you even if you haven’t reblogged a meme because I just want to RP with you

[oasisborn]

"Alright so, note to self, don't tease the Sheikah."

[oasisborn]

don't get a chihuahua, folks. it's just stress and anxiety all around

[mcflymemes]

MOST  ROMANTIC  LINES  ,  A  PROMPT  LIST

you should be kissed and often, and by someone who knows how.

you are my dearest one. my reason for life.

i was swallowed up in an abyss of love in an instant.

you are my heart, my life, my one and only thought.

you are sunlight through a window, which i stand in, warmed.

you are beautiful without knowing it.

anyone who has seen your smile has known perfection.

every atom of your flesh is as dear to me as my own.

i became fascinated by your goodness. i was drawn in by it.

all i want is to deserve you. tell me what to do. i’ll do anything you say.

it has made me better loving you.

i would love to say that you make me weak in the knees, but to be quite upfront and completely truthful, you make my body forget it has knees at all.

we loved with a love that was more than love.

i find myself choosing you, more and more every day.

i can’t sleep, i can’t eat, i can’t do anything but think about you.

we are asleep until we fall in love.

i cannot let you burn me up, nor can i resist you.

i believe in you completely.

i’ve hungered for your touch.

you must allow me to tell you how ardently i admire and love you.

when you fall in love, it is a temporary madness.

i’ve tried so many times to think of a new way to say it, and it’s still i love you.

my soul and your soul are forever tangled.

in all the world, there is no heart for me like yours. in all the world, there is no love for you like mine.

the first time ever i saw your face, i thought the sun rose in your eyes.

if you remember me, then i don’t care if everyone else forgets.

you are, and always have been, my dream.

i love that you are the last person i want to talk to before i go to sleep at night.

come near now, and kiss me.

when will i hold you again?

it’s always better when we’re together.

in your smile i see something more beautiful than the stars.

when i saw you i fell in love, and you smiled because you knew.

you complete me.

i think i’d miss you even if we never met.

love is a friendship set to music.

i never want to stop making memories with you.

every time i see you, i fall in love all over again.

do i love you? my god, if your love were a grain of sand, mine would be a universe of beaches.

we kiss like we invented it.

i can’t smile without you.

[oasisborn]

lays down. what even is time anymore.