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Death and Shadow: An RP with Shadow Link (@askthefourswordslinksandshadow)

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A look of shock appeared on Shadow's face, how in din's name did this man find him, now that he had a good look at this man's face, he saw he wasn't human, he almost looked ghostly, this man's eyes were black, except for red pupils. "L-Link" he said, he was a bit frightened, "b-but you see, because of a curse placed on me I was turned into a shadow....s-so I go by Shadow Link." He said.

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The Phantom's features suddenly soften and turn into an expression of surprise upon hearing the shared name; moreover, that the boy he had just confronted says he is under some sort of a curse as well.

A shadow, he says? Briefly his mind flickers back to thoughts of his darker half but quickly dismisses the idea that they are entirely similar. After a couple of moments of internal debating, he relaxes his stance as well, finally lowering his blade to signify that he trusts him...at least for now.

Eyes still locked on the shadow, the fallen hero speaks again;

"I go by Link as well," he sheaths his blade, figuring if Shadow Link truly had wished to harm him, he would have done so already, "And I to am under a curse, though mine has resulted in an unresolved death." He pauses a moment before adding, "I don't really go by any self-imposed nicknames, but you may refer to me as a Phantom if you see fit."

He shifts a bit on his feet and finally extends a welcoming hand to the shadow. 

"I apologize for acting so brashly earlier," he explains, "I thought I was the only one in here and your presence startled me." Another pause, "Why is it that you are here, if I may ask? Surely there must be a reason."

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Death and Shadow: An RP with Shadow Link (@askthefourswordslinksandshadow)

Nighttime is often more lively than what day-dwellers would perceive; oblivious to the minds of those who sought rest after the sun grants itself rest and shares its light with the moon. This was the time monsters were prevalent, sharing the world with those who found shelter in the dark; a reprieve into restlessness as some hunt while others hide.

The Phantom would travel alone this night, straying away from the company of his mare temporarily in need of time to clear his head of constant contemplations. He passes a handful of creatures as he slips deeper into the forest, some merely glancing at him in acknowledgement to his presence but pay him no mind. He was not a threat to them, or so they sensed; the curse burying his true nature of a hero and masking him in a different aura. As such, the dead man has grown to understand by now that turning a blade on such behaviour was often needless, though instinct forces him to keep on his guard. A reminder, perhaps, that these beasts once turned on him without second thought.

The night seems to grow stale as he continues, his mind just as restless as his ghostly body until something catches him in his peripheral. Turning, he notes a pathway leading toward what appeared to be some form of a clearing; though darkness had long since swallowed up the light which would have given clue to what lay beyond the gaping maw of trees and the wooden supports which have long since decayed with age. His ears twitch as curiosity takes hold and he makes his way closer, his strides cautious as he attempts to peer into the vast darkness.

Vision was near impossible, though he thought he could make out what seemed like the opening to a large building of some kind; perhaps a tomb or small temple. The fallen hero pauses then, tilting his head slightly as a more compelled expression touches his features. He had never seen any place like this indicated on Hyrule’s maps before, so what is it? Why was it here? Mixed ideas spin though his already crowded mind and he pondered if he should venture further.

Hesitation, and then the Phantom finally takes a decisive step toward the structure; figuring it couldn’t hurt to at least poke around such an area. Perhaps he could find something useful here, if not, occupy him enough to distract him from troubling thoughts a brief while before he returned to the Ether by dawn. He wouldn’t be that long, he tells himself.

However, he also couldn’t help but feel that this darkness was unusually thick; almost like fog, like it could easily dance around him and erupt into new life at any given moment. Truly, this would be an opportune place for shadows to hide…

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Shadow lurked around the building, he knew he left his sword in here somewhere, but where? this place was like Lost Woods, if lost woods as a ruined building, but still he searched, walking though the shadows until he noticed something, another person in here, he had a sword an shield like like he did, but who is he? “better not bother him” Shadow thought to himself, he walked though the shadows, causing a rock to make a sound behind the mysterious man.

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Ears twitch as the sound is heard, and the Phantom hero instantly rounds on it, drawing his blade in a single motion and arming himself into a defensive stance. His eyes narrow into the dark and catch something which strikes him as being subtly out of place, to which his tensed figure instantly pounces on. He stops himself short, however, once he draws nearer to his intended target, hovering to study the creature who was now in front of him. He also appeared to be Hylian, though Link could not help but feel a strangely familiar air about him. Likewise, the boy in front of him, though carrying equipment akin to his own, did not seem keen on opposing him. The Phantom's posture relaxes slightly in turn, though he keeps his blade trained on the stranger for good measure. His ears press back slightly.

"...Who are you?" he demands, thoughts reaching forward. Part of him wondered if the other could hear him. Most mortal men wouldn't go wandering in places such as this without proper reason in his experience.

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Death and Shadow: An RP with Shadow Link (@askthefourswordslinksandshadow)

Nighttime is often more lively than what day-dwellers would perceive; oblivious to the minds of those who sought rest after the sun grants itself rest and shares its light with the moon. This was the time monsters were prevalent, sharing the world with those who found shelter in the dark; a reprieve into restlessness as some hunt while others hide.

The Phantom would travel alone this night, straying away from the company of his mare temporarily in need of time to clear his head of constant contemplations. He passes a handful of creatures as he slips deeper into the forest, some merely glancing at him in acknowledgement to his presence but pay him no mind. He was not a threat to them, or so they sensed; the curse burying his true nature of a hero and masking him in a different aura. As such, the dead man has grown to understand by now that turning a blade on such behaviour was often needless, though instinct forces him to keep on his guard. A reminder, perhaps, that these beasts once turned on him without second thought.

The night seems to grow stale as he continues, his mind just as restless as his ghostly body until something catches him in his peripheral. Turning, he notes a pathway leading toward what appeared to be some form of a clearing; though darkness had long since swallowed up the light which would have given clue to what lay beyond the gaping maw of trees and the wooden supports which have long since decayed with age. His ears twitch as curiosity takes hold and he makes his way closer, his strides cautious as he attempts to peer into the vast darkness.

Vision was near impossible, though he thought he could make out what seemed like the opening to a large building of some kind; perhaps a tomb or small temple. The fallen hero pauses then, tilting his head slightly as a more compelled expression touches his features. He had never seen any place like this indicated on Hyrule's maps before, so what is it? Why was it here? Mixed ideas spin though his already crowded mind and he pondered if he should venture further.

Hesitation, and then the Phantom finally takes a decisive step toward the structure; figuring it couldn't hurt to at least poke around such an area. Perhaps he could find something useful here, if not, occupy him enough to distract him from troubling thoughts a brief while before he returned to the Ether by dawn. He wouldn't be that long, he tells himself.

However, he also couldn't help but feel that this darkness was unusually thick; almost like fog, like it could easily dance around him and erupt into new life at any given moment. Truly, this would be an opportune place for shadows to hide...

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Kiss: My character kisses yours: or vice versa. Specify.

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Godly Customs

Termina again, it seems; why is it that the Phantom keeps being drawn back to this familiar and yet so unfamiliar place?

This time it was Anselin who extended the invitation. The deity, who had recently been injured had required some time to “unwind,” but did not wish to do so without company. Though surprised by the invitation, the Phantom did accept; vaguely remembering the name of the Milk Bar he had once ventured to with both Fierce and Dark Link quite some time ago.

He had met Anselin at the gates to the Great Bay after having been given instruction as to where to find the area. The deity had be silent, his face betraying no emotion and giving brief, blunt responses to the fallen hero once addressed. Silence was a companion on their way to Clock Town as well, and Link couldn't help but glance over at lunar god every so often, noting the bandages which had now replaced the armor which he usually wore. He wished to address the nature of Anselin's wounds out of mere curiosity, but decides against it. The deity's mind seemed preoccupied as it was and he did not wish to agitate him without intention.

Anselin had to duck down upon reaching the Bar, his massive form almost filling in the door in its entirety. The Phantom follows after him soon after, ears twitching at the buzz of music and conversation within confined walls. Again, the Terminan residents – though many bearing in resemblance to those of Hyrule – did not seem to take note of the pair, nor mind their presence as they entered. The dead hero's chest seemed to tighten. This was still an unusual reaction to him, one which he still found being unable to make heads or tales of.

Without hesitation, Anselin trudges his way over toward the barkeep, practically towering above everything else. The man behind the counter, greatly resembling Talon and polishing out a mug glance between the two of them once Link catches up beside the deity almost expectantly.

“What will it be?”

Anselin leans against the bar, lifting a hand to indicate an amount with his fingers as he carefully seats himself on the stool which creaks heavily under his weight.

“Two please...”

The Terminan Talon nods, slipping off elsewhere to retrieve their drinks as Link seats himself. He shifts uncomfortably. He remembered the last time he had a drink here. It had made him act strangely and not feel too well afterwards; something which was a rarity in his current form. He pondered the idea of perhaps telling Anselin he wasn't too fond of trying another bout of Chateau Romani for that very reason, but remains silent until their drinks are presented to them, only then sharing his concerns for the beverage.

The lunar deity merely stares at the Phantom a moment, studying him with a blank expression. For a moment, Link wonders if he had offended him, but the god soon gives him a hefty shrug, turning back to his own drink and downing it rather rapidly before – and much to Link's surprise – moving onto the glass which was intended for him.

Awkward silence pervaded over them for a time, Link seemingly more focused on his hands and trying not to be rude. Anselin, though a courteous person, was always rather difficult for him to read. His ears raise when he hears the host on stage announce the next act which would be performing. The Indigo-Go's they were called supposedly, and turning curiously to take a glance at the performers, he is somewhat taken aback by the striking resemblance of their lead singer – a Zora named Lulu – to that of his familiar princess Ruto.

He watches them a while and listens, trying to wrap his head around things. Termina was indeed such an odd place. His thoughts become interrupted soon after when he suddenly feels something with a significant amount of weight pressing against him. It seemed that Anselin had slumped over on his stool in a lopsided fashion and was now leaning against the Phantom.

Asking if he was okay, Anselin suddenly perks up as though he were just awoken by Link's words and straightens himself again, mumbling incoherently which trailed off into the word “fine.” It was then that Link was able to see the third empty glass on the counter in front of the deity, and a fourth still clutched in his hand, which was obscured by his shoulder earlier from the Phantom's point of view.

Anselin sighs and slumps over the counter once more and takes a large swig. Silence again, and just when Link was ready to break that silence, the god suddenly speaks again.

“It's not fair,” he grumbles, almost having difficulty enunciating his words by the sounds of things, “I've been given so much, but it's all pointless now because they've taken just about everything away!” The Phantom frowns slightly, deciding to keep silent and to listen further. He wasn't sure what the deity was going on about. He sees Anselin shake his head.

“And why is it that they've chosen to interfere?” He continues, slamming a closed fist onto the counter, “This isn't their domain. They don't even care about this place, so why interfere as such?” The deity sways a bit as he turns around to face the fallen hero, his face and ears tinged red from his now apparent drunkenness to the Phantom. His ears lower a bit.

“But you won't know about all that yet, would you?” Anselin says to him almost sombrely, “You haven't made it that far in your quest...a pity too. I thought they'd show you a little more favour at least.” The god pauses and looks to Link as though expecting an answer. After a moment, the Phantom responds with an uncomfortably-polite smile and a small nod, not really sure how else to address his statement. The deity's form sways again and Link suddenly finds a large hand slapped down on his shoulder as Anselin leans in close to him with a drunken grin.

“I like you,” he says, gently prodding him with the mug in his other hand, “You...You are a swell hero given your situation, and...” he trails off suddenly, the grin on his face fading significantly. Then, without warning Anselin closes the gap between the both of them, locking his lips with the Phantoms own.

Link tenses in surprise, attempting to pull back once he finally registers what it was that was going on; but Anselin's grip on him was firm, and he was able to hold the smaller figure in place until he saw fit. Finally ending the embrace, the deity promptly pulls away from the Phantom before violently plunking his front half on top of the counter before him.

The dead hero blinks, at a loss for what had just transpired and studies Anselin carefully a moment. It seemed that the lunar god had passed out. Soon after, his ears twitch, noting movement nearby, and he turns his baffled expression to see the barkeep, cleaning out a glass and eyeing them expectantly.

“Ain't nothin' to worry about,” the Talon look-alike states, noting the Hylian's expression, “This kind of thing happens all the time.”

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Befriend Me: I will write a drabble about our characters meeting for the first time in an AU.

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(OOC: Of course! It's no trouble at all, hun. I just hope I can do Harp justice considering I've never had PL interact with her before... In any case, here I go!)

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Another ring of the bell as the door opens, sending in yet another waft of cold air which the huddled-in residents of Hyrule brace against. The coffee shop was always busiest in the wintertime; travellers doing whatever they could to escape the chill of the streets and verily, it was no surprise to see both young and old mingling in its midst.

He had just received his order, the pale-haired boy, and he shuffles his way through the dense sea of people already piling in waves to make his way to the back. Thankfully he was able to find a spot and placed his belongings on the small, circular table before seating himself. He shivers slightly, his coat shifting with his movement as he sits, offering him a refreshing reminder of the frigid outdoors he was trying to escape. He grimaces slightly, absently wringing his hands together before wrapping numb, pale fingers around the mug in front of him only to feel the sting of its heat. Link sighs. He should have worn gloves today.

The bell chimes again shortly after he takes the first sip of his coffee and he looks up lazily in mild curiosity. A young woman had just entered, bundled up in burgundy, carrying a heavy tote bag and sporting a set of ear buds attached to the portable music player she was fiddling with in her free hand. Link takes brief note of her blue hair, striking by comparison with her duller attire and simply watches her as she makes her way to the back of the line up at the counter; her demeanour suggesting that she only intended on being here a short while.

He diverts his attention from her after a time, returning to his beverage and focusing on warming himself up before he himself decidedly departs. However, time has a strange way of passing when one is distracted in his own thoughts, and before Link knew it, he suddenly found himself looking at the back of the blue-haired girl's head, jarring him from his mental wanderings. Apparently the table in front of him had been freed and she had taken a seat without his prior knowledge.

Link then took note that she was reading while sipping on her order, ear buds still lodged in her head, faint music heard pouring out of them. He frowns a bit, wondering how in the world anyone could read with music blasting into their ears like that at the same time but ultimately shrugs it off. Who was he to dictate how another lived their life? He didn't even know this girl anyway.

Some time passes and the girl suddenly jolts, snapping herself out of the book she had seemed so immersed in prior. He sees her lean over and gently tug on a man's coat sleeve next to her, removing an ear bud to ask him what the time was. A murmured response after the man checked his watch, and Link sees her face grow pale with panic before she hastily shuffles about, gathering her things. Perhaps she was late for something important.

He continued to watch her in half-apathy as she hurriedly grabbed her drink and made her way for the door; that was, until he noted what she had left on the table. The navy, hardcover copy of the book she had been so enthralled with, causing a strange sense of responsibility to overcome him.

“Uh, miss–?” Link began, but the woman had already fled through the door. Feeling his gut twist, he abandons his coffee and gathers up his own belongings, scooping the book up under his arm to go chase after her. He couldn't, in good conscience, simply allow the woman to leave without what rightfully belonged to her and he ran as fast as his legs could carry him in hopes of catching up. Soon enough, he catches sight of her at the bus stop and promptly calls out to her. She doesn't seem to respond to him, but a turn of her head reveals that she is still listening to her music. She would have been unable to hear Link regardless.

Exasperated, the young man picks up his pace to confront her personally, but as he nears the stop he notes a bus pulling in. Much to his dismay, the large vehicle pulls to a stop and she boards, leaving Link with little choice but to call out to her frantically in vain. His pace slows as the bus drives away, unable to reach it in time and emits a frustrated cry, clutching hands to the sides of his head, one of them still grasping the book.

He tries to think quickly, constantly coming back to the thought that this whole situation felt like one of those cheesy romance films you see in cinemas before finally concluding that he should grab a taxi and see if he could follow her that way. Hailing one, Link asks the driver about his familiarity about the bus routes before instructing him to follow along those paths. He watches through the window for any sign of her, anxiety gripping him, the book feeling heavy in his lap. He didn't understand why he felt so compelled to return it so badly, but that's just how it was, and he was unable to ignore the urgency in the feeling at this point.

Roughly ten minutes later, Link spots her again on the sidewalk and he instructs the driver to stop, dishing out a fair sum of rupees before exiting the vehicle. He bolts after her through the crowd, her blue head bobbing along with the waves of people in such a way that it almost felt as though she was moving much faster than Link could keep up. Suddenly she turns a corner and the boy nearly panics, having lost sight of her again. He struggles through the cluster of people before managing to squeeze out onto the other side, just in time to see the woman entering an apartment building nearby. With lungs stinging, Link pushes his body once more into a sprint and reaches the entrance only to see the lobby elevator doors close on the woman he had been chasing before making its ascent.

He cusses bitterly to himself a moment, figuring the goddesses just weren't on his side today and then proceeds inside, finding the call panel for the apartment residents. The boy feels daunted by the list of unfamiliar names by the buttons, but he figures one of them has to be her, right? Link scopes the list a moment before finding the first feminine-sounding name on the list and dials the number. “Hello? Who is this?” The shrill voice of an old woman answers from the other end.

“Er...m-my name is Link, ma'am. You don't know me but I'm looking for someone who lives here. She's a girl with blue hair who listens to music a lot, do you know her?”

“Eh!? I don't know anyone like that. Why are you making up such stories, is this a prank?!”

“No prank at all, ma'am, I'm just trying to return something to he–”

“You should know better than to bother old ladies like me! We're frail things you know!”

“I understand that, but this isn–”

“Shame on you! You youngin’s, and your phone pranks, and your pestering of the elderly...!!”

There are a few incoherent grumbles before the line suddenly goes dead, leaving Link in awkward silence. Clearly, that was a wrong number. He tries again several times after that, the responses being similar in the sense that no one knew who he was asking for, nor how he could find her. Frustration sets in after a time and he simply gives up, not bothering to try the rest of the numbers on the list.

He makes the long trek home, hands jammed into his pocket with the novel still tucked snugly under one of his arms. He felt stupid for doing this. Why did he even bother in the first place? Why did he feel it was so important to return something so trivial?

Thoughts plague him until he finally returns to his abode, his body heavy with fatigue. He slinks into his room, dumping his personal items onto the floor before placing the book on the end table and flopping onto his bed, only to stare at the thing as though it was some foreign intruder. The object certainly felt like one sitting there like that.

He wasn't sure how long it was with him constantly glancing back at the novel, but his restlessness with it finally got the better of him. He reaches over and grabs hold of the book, drawing it into both his hands so he could study it better. Dream Island the book was called, golden letters etched into the rough surface of the plain, dark cover. He runs fingers over it briefly before opening the book and leafing through its pages; the blank before the acknowledgements catching his eyes as he sees words scrawled over it, written in black ink.

'My dearest Song of Time,' it read, 'May you cherish in these moments as I have...'

A signature is scribbled underneath it, but nothing legible enough for Link to make out the name. He makes the assumption it was signed by the author and nothing more, but it perplexed him: “Song of Time.” Surely that couldn't have been the name of the woman who owned this book. Perhaps a pen name? Or maybe this book was simply a hand-me-down from another reader. It was almost impossible to tell.

He leafs through it further. From what he could tell, the story was about an adventurer, who was shipwrecked on an island called Koholint and there was something about a flying fish...or was it a rooster? He wasn't exactly sure because he couldn't read it too far without feeling he was intruding in someone's personal diary.

Link closes the book and sighs, draping it loosely against his chest. Song of Time, his mind kept repeating. It felt like some sort of unknown clue to him, but he couldn't place a finger on the reason why. Mind swimming from the events that had transpired earlier, the boy's eyes grew heavy and he slowly slips away into sleep.

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A week passed since then and Link finds his mind wandering back to the girl in the coffee shop that day. A hand gripped onto the strap of an old tote-bag, one that was long neglected until recently. He sighs. Carrying around that thing all this time; keeping the book close on his person so that it doesn't get lost or stolen. Most days he wonders why he even does it. It weighs him down far more than it should. But part of him always remained hopeful that perhaps he would see her again, despite holding many and obvious doubts.

However, today the book felt especially heavy in the bag. He had carried it for so long that it had started to affect him physically. It was an effort for him to get out of bed today; to do anything really. Things just felt eerily hopeless and for what? To return a book to someone he'd likely never meet twice? Hyrule was a big place...

That's when it happened; a numbing thud of someone running into him when he had his head down. Startled, he quickly glances up, being met with a pair of apologetic, golden eyes and a face framed by –

He tenses; that familiar blue hue in the tousles, that burgundy coat. It was her. It had to be!

“S-sorry!” She says, the wires of her headphones swinging with her movements, “I wasn't looking where I was going. I'm in a bit of a rush here.”

Time seemed to be frozen for him, and when she passes him, he just gapes at her; dumbfounded and feeling as though everything was moving at a much slower pace than it truly was. Suddenly, he finds his hand shooting out to grab her by the arm; an action which seemed involuntary to him, as something else seems to take control of his voice.

“Wait!”

The girl stumbles to a stop in his grip, peering back at him in confusion. For a moment he hesitates.

“...Are you Song of Time?”

Her eyes grow wide in recognition and fear; as though wondering how a stranger would know such things. Link chokes on his words when he sees this, ears lowering slightly as the desire to explain himself burned through him. Without another word, he swiftly reaches into the tote bad and draws out the book, presenting it to her.

“I...think this is yours...”

Fearful eyes turn from Link, to the book, then back again and she slowly pulls away from the boy once his grip loosens on her. She takes the novel from him, handling it as though it was some sort of delicate thing; inspecting it closely, opening and flipping through its pages to make sure it was both real and undamaged. She hugs the hardcover to her chest. “...Where did you find this?”

“The cafe...” he answers, running fingers through his hair nervously, “You left it there, and I was trying to return it and–” He fumbles over his words again; leaving the silence of cold to pass between them. After a time, he offers her an awkward smile.

“I'm Link, by the way,” he extends a hand to her; not saying anything more than that. She stares at it a moment before taking it in exchange.

“Harp,” she replies with a small smile before breaking the handshake and pulling back again. More silence.

“....This book is really important to me, you know,” Harp finally speaks after a time, now looking at him kindly, “So thank you...” She pauses, turning her body away from him slightly, “I...gotta get going now. Maybe I'll see you around.”

“Oh – y-yeah! Yeah...” He grins stupidly, rubbing the back of his head, “Maybe we will.”

She offers a soft laugh before turning away from him in full and rushing back down the street, book in hand. Link watches after her, filled with an emotion he could not describe. He felt like a huge weight had been lifted from him just now, but at the same time it felt like he was expecting something more.

Continuing his journey, his thoughts ponder on what had just transpired. Perhaps this is what they call a “fated meeting,” one which was made by the goddesses design. Perhaps, because of that, this was all their is to their meeting: a simple departure. He thinks about it more, slowly putting the pieces together, though none of it made him feel any better. It just seemed so disappointing that they may never meet again...

And then he remembers: there's still the coffee shop.

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Drabble Masterlist

?POST EDITED 11-January-2013.

Send any of these to me at your leisure and I will write it — Please be specific to who is going to be doing what.:

This is a comprehensive list of all the drabble posts I've come across, alphabetized. I've changed some of the names where there is duplication of a specific prompt which exists with a variations in content to its match.:

I will not be reblogging this though the list is intended to be updated. If sending me a prompt, indicate "Drabble Prompt" in your Ask so I can differentiate between these and other Askbox prompts.:

« : memory from the past with your character

» : a future event my character would like to happen with them + yours [a daydream]

¿ : something my character would like to forget [specify in general or about yours]

☼ : A memory my character has with yours that they’ll never forget

❄: for drunk texts.

♥: Our characters will have a Mistletoe Kiss

★: Our characters will decorate the Christmas tree

¤: My character will give yours a Christmas present

❖: Our characters will go caroling

$: Our characters will go Christmas shopping together

❂: Our characters decorate eggs together

†: My character will have an egg hunt with yours

ღ: My character will give yours chocolate

✯: Our characters will go see fireworks together

♬: Our characters will go to a parade

ッ-: Our characters will go to a costume ball together

☾: Our characters will go trick or treating

♛: Our characters will wear matching costumes

1Oral: My character will perform oral sex to yours (Muns & muses must be 18)

2Oral: Your character will perform oral sex on mine (Muns & muses must be 18)

1Drunk: One of our characters will be drunk while having sex (state which) (Muns & muses must be 18)

2Drunk: Both our characters will be drunk while having sex (Muns & muses must be 18)

Accept me: I will write a drabble about my character accepting yours or vice versa. /Or both to accept one another/

Achilles: my character reveals their weakness to yours.

Addiction: A drabble (main or AU) about our characters dealing with an addiction.

Advantage: Either my character or yours will take advantage of the other while they're feeling vulnerable. (Muns & muses must be 18)

Aerico: One of out characters nursing the other back to good health

Affection: A drabble (main or AU) about our characters having a tender moment.

Agamemnon: tragic homecoming story for one or both of our characters.

Alicorn: Our characters doing something they thought was impossible together

Amuse Me: I will write a funny drabble about my character trying to cheer yours up.

Ankles: My character or yours, confessing a weakness to the other

Aphrodite: my character falls in love with yours.

Apollo: my character sees a future event involving yours

Apologize: My character will apologize to yours.

Ares: our characters get into a fight.

Argue: A drabble (main or AU) about our characters arguing about something.

Arms: either my character or yours, protecting the other.

Artemis: my character goes with yours on a hunting trip.

Athena: my character has yours on trial for past transgressions.

Away: A drabble (main or AU) about our characters running away.

Banshee: My character will mourn the death of yours

Bath: Our characters will make love in the bath. (Muns & muses must be 18)

Beach: I’ll write a drabble of out characters at the beach together.

Befriend Me: I will write a drabble about our characters meeting for the first time in an AU.

Benefits: Our characters will make a friends with benefits arrangement (Muns & muses must be 18)

Bite Me: my character will bite yours on any part of their body

Bleed: My character will injure your character

Blood: My muse killing yours

Blindfold Me: my character will blindfold yours in order to have their fun

Bows: Your character or mine: dressing/undressing the other

Brain: my character or yours, trying to instigate a deep conversation

Break: A drabble (main or AU) about our characters having a breakdown of some kind.

Break Me: I will write an angsty drabble about our characters.

Breakfast: A drabble (main or AU) about our characters having breakfast.

Broken: I’ll write our characters breaking up or in an angsty scene.

Brownie: Our characters doing housework together

Bugul Noz: Our characters committing an act of charity together

Busted: Your character will catch mine doing something they shouldn’t.

Butt: either my character or yours will slap the other on the butt (You choose)

Call: A drabble (main or AU) about our characters talking on the phone.

Call Me: My character will call your character for whatever reason.

Camaraderie: A drabble (main or AU) about our characters being friendly with one another.

Candle: Our characters spending time together by candle light.

Candy Corn: Your character or mine being cheesy to the other

Cassandra: my character warns yours about future events: but your character does not listen.

Celebration: Our characters celebrate together. Or have a party.

Centaur: My character showing yours compassion

Cerberus: Our characters raising a little hell together

Chest: My character getting their feelings about yours in the open.

Choice: A drabble (main or AU) about our characters in a life or death situation.

Clouds: A drabble (main or AU) about our characters enjoying a not-so-sunny day together.

Clytemnestra: my character kills yours.

Coffee: My character will be hyped up on coffee and pester yours

Comfort Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character comforting yours- vise versa.

Competition: A drabble (main or AU) about our characters competing with one another.

Complicated: A drabble (main or AU) about our characters in a complicated situation.

Confess: My character will speak their true feelings about your character. (or about a topic. you may choose.)

Confession: My muse confesses something to yours

Cook: I’ll write a drabble of our characters cooking together.

Costume: Your character or mine: dressing up for the other

Cream: A drabble (main or AU) about our characters are intimate.

Cry: A drabble (main or AU) about our characters crying about something.

Darkness: A drabble (main or AU) about our characters dealing with inner demons.

Date: I’ll write a drabble of my character taking yours out on a date.

Death: My character’s reaction to your character dying.

Deathbed: I’ll write a drabble of my character with yours on their deathbed.

Deceive: My muse lying to yours

Defend: I’ll write a drabble of my character protecting yours.

Demeter: my character longs for yours.

Deny Me: my character will either deny your character’s advances or deny them a ’ happy ending’

Die: A drabble (main or AU) about our characters killing one or the other.

Dinner: A drabble (main or AU) about our characters having dinner.

Dionysus: my character gets drunk with yours.

Dominate Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character dominating yours. Or vise versa.

Dragon: My character guarding yours

Dream: My character will have a dream about your character

Dreams: A drabble (main or AU) about our characters discussing their dreams.

Drink: My character will call: text: or show up at your character’s house drunk. Specify which of the three.

Drink Me: I will write a drabble about my character taking shots with yours.

Drinks: A drabble (main or AU) about our characters having drinks.

Earthquake: Our characters dealing with sudden upheaval in their lives

Embarrass Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character saying or doing something embarrassing to himself or to your character.

Enamor Me: I will write a fluffy drabble about my character trying to woo yours [be it out of the blue/Valentines Day - feel free to specify.]

Expecting: Our characters find out they are expecting a child together

Eyes: My character will tell yours about something they see every day.

Faerie: Our characters causing mischief together

Farewell: My muse or yours leaving the other (Please specify which)

Feet: either my character or yours, getting a foot massage from the other

Fight: I’ll write a drabble of my character fighting with/against yours.

Find Me: I will write a drabble about my character asking for yours [be it at the brink of death/in a battlefield/knocking on the front door wounded: feel free to specify.]

Fingers: My character will write your character a letter.

Fire: Our characters in a losing fight.

Flood: One of our characters helping the other one to keep their head up

Forbidden: A drabble (main or AU) about our characters doing something they shouldn’t be doing.

Forgive me: I will write a drabble about my character forgiving yours or vise versa.

Furies: One of our characters causing the other pain

Future: A drabble (main or AU) about our characters discussing the future.

Game: I’ll write a drabble of my character playing videogames with yours.

Get Me: I will write a drabble about my character saving yours.

Gift: My character gives your character something special. Or vise versa. Specify.

Give Me: my character will give yours a gift

Gloves: How my character deals with news from yours: Specify

Goodbye: A drabble (main or AU) about our characters saying goodbye to one another.

Graveyard: My character will visit your characters grave

Greet Me: My character will greet yours: either at the door: at work: or somewhere else.

Grope Me: my character will grope yours.

Hades: your character is visited by my character's ghost.

Hallucinations: My character will have hallucinations about your character.

Hands: My character giving yours applause.

Happy: A drabble (main or AU) about our characters being happy.

Harpies: Our characters getting into an argument

Haunt Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character watching over yours [as a ghost: watching from a distance: or otherwise: feel free to specify.]

Head: either your character or mine, giving the other a headache.

Headache: How my character will take care of yours when they have a headache

Heal: My character will tend to your character’s wounds: or be at their side when they’re sick.

Heaven: I’ll write a drabble about our characters going to heaven.

Hector: my character fights in the place of yours/for your sake.

Helen: my character describes their favourite person/person they admire most to yours.

Hell: I’ll write a drabble about our characters going to hell.

Hello: A drabble (main or AU) about our characters meeting for the first time.

Help: My character requests help from your character (be something silly or serious: you may decide.)

Hermes: my character brings your character good news (or vice versa).

Hestia: our characters snuggle by a fire.

High: A drabble (main or AU) about our characters experiencing a good time.

Hiisi: Our characters camping out under the stars

Holiday: Our characters will spend a holiday together.

Horror: A drabble (main or AU) about our characters in a horror movie scenario.

Hot Cocoa: Our characters enjoying a hot moment together.

Hug Me: My character will hug yours. Either by surprise or for a specific reason.

Humiliate Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character doing something humiliating to yours.

Humor Me: I’ll write a funny drabble about our characters.

Hunting: I’ll write a drabble about your character and mine on a hunt together.

Hurricane: Our characters seeking shelter somewhere together.

Hurt: A drabble (main or AU) about our characters hurting each other.

Hush: My muse trying to calm and quiet yours

Hustle Me: I’ll write a drabble about our characters hustling.

I Do: I will write our characters as a married couple

I Love You: I’ll write a drabble of my character admitting they love yours.

Intimate: Our muses doing some hot and steamy together

Invite Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character asking your character to

Jealousy: My character gets jealous over yours.

Join Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character giving your character an offer [be it a proposal for an alliance: asking them to join them in an activity (you can get dirty if you want): feel free to specify.]

Joke: My character pulling a prank on yours

Judgment: A drabble (main or AU) about our characters are being judgmental.

Jujak: One of our characters helping the other prepare for a special occasion

Kill: I’ll write a angst drabble of my character violently killing yours.

Kill Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character killing yours.

Kiss: My character kisses yours: or vise versa. Specify.

Knees: Our characters in a scary situation

Laugh: A drabble (main or AU) about our characters laughing about something.

Leave Me: my character will leave your character behind.

Leaves: Your character or mine clearing the air about something.

Legs: Our characters running together

Letters: Our characters will write letters to one another.

Lick Me: my character will lick yours in any specified place or manner.

Lies: A drabble (main or AU) about our characters lying about something.

Life: A drabble (main or AU) about our characters saving each other.

Lips: Our characters will share a kiss (either sexual or non, your choice)

Loss: A drabble (main or AU) about our characters experiencing a loss.

Love: A drabble (main or AU) about our characters confessing their feelings for one another.

Love Me: I’ll write a fluffy drabble about our characters.

Low: A drabble (main or AU) about our characters experiencing a bad time.

Lunch: A drabble (main or AU) about our characters having lunch.

Lust: I’ll write a drabble of our characters making love together.

Mad: A drabble (main or AU) about our characters being angry.

Mail: A drabble (main or AU) about our characters exchanging mail.

Meet Me: My character is meeting yours either for the first time or just causally.

Menelaus: my character gets something precious stolen from them by yours.

Mermaid: Our characters going swimming together

Milkshake: Our characters will have to split a milkshake

Mistletoe: Our characters will share a kiss under the mistletoe.

Morning: A drabble (main or AU) about our characters waking up.

Mourn: I’ll write a drabble of my character mourning yours.

Movie: I’ll write a drabble of our characters watching a movie together.

Mudslide: My character or yours, losing control of their lives

Neck: My character or yours, biting the other one on the neck.

Night: A drabble (main or AU) about our characters going to sleep.

Nightmare: One of our characters will have a nightmare.

Nike: one of our characters succeeds over the other

No: A drabble (main or AU) about our characters disagreeing about something.

Nocturnal: Our muses up late at night

Nuclear War: One of our characters, braving the cold and ice for the other one

Nurse Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character healing yours.

Nyx: my character has a dream about yours.

O Hero: I will write about my character mourning yours.

O Juliet: I will write about my character’s feelings for yours.

O Macbeth: I will write about how my character kills yours.

O Oberon: I’ll write about my character getting angry at yours over something they did.

O Puck: I will write about my character pranking yours.

O Romeo: I will write my character missing/looking for yours.

O Titiana: I will write about our characters sharing a night in bed or sharing a kiss. Specify.

Obsessed: A drabble (main or AU) about our characters dealing with an obsession.

Obsession: I’ll write a drabble about my character having an obsession with yours. Vise versa.

Odysseus: happy homecoming story for one or both of our characters.

Offer Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character giving yours a gift.

Own me: My character owns your character.

Paint Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character drawing a picture of yours [like one of your French girls~ be it painting them or drawing them: maybe offering a picture of them as a gift: feel free to specify.]

Pan: my character plays a song for yours

Past: A drabble (main or AU) about our characters discussing the past.

Patrocles: my character dies in the place of yours/for your sake.

Pegasus: Our characters fantasising together

Pepper: A drabble (main or AU) about our characters have a hot moment.

Peppermint: Your character or mine: sharing a sweet secret with the other.

Persephone: my character is held prisoner by yours.

Pet: I’ll write a drabble of my character buying yours a pet. (specify what kind.)

Phobia: Our muses discussing what scares them

Phoenix: One of our characters helping the other to rise above a bad situation

Plague: One of our characters dealing with the terminal illness of the other

Play: A drabble (main or AU) about our characters playing a game together.

Please Me: my character will do anything to please yours

Pool: I’ll write a drabble of our characters swimming together.

Poseidon: our characters are stranded on an island together after a shipwreck.

Present: A drabble (main or AU) about our characters discussing the present.

Promise: My character makes a promise to your character.

Proposal: My character proposes to your character. Vise versa.

Protect: My character keeps yours safe from harm.

Public: Our characters will make love in a public area (Muns & muses must be 18)

Pumpkin: Your character and mine doing some Halloween decorating

Purgatory: I’ll write a drabble about our characters going to purgatory.

Quiet Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character trying to calm yours down [be it from crying: from lashing out: feel free to specify.]

Rain: I’ll write a fluffy drabble of our characters kissing in the rain.

Raise Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character resurrecting yours. Vise versa.

Reckless: My muse does something dangerous for yours

Regrets: I’ll write a drabble about my character having regrets about yours.

Rejection: A drabble (main or AU) about our characters turning one another down.

Remember Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character trying to get yours to remember them [be it from an accident: meeting them after years apart: feel free to specify.]

Reunite Me: I’ll write a drabble of our characters reuniting together.

Revenge: My character will get revenge on yours.

Rivalry: I’ll write a drabble of our characters having a rivalry between each other.

Run!: My character is chasing your character (or vise versa) OR both characters are being chased by ___________ (fill in the blank).

Sad: A drabble (main or AU) about our characters being sad.

Save Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character saving yours or vise versa.

Scarf: Your character or Mine borrowing/stealing clothes from the other

School: How out characters live through a school day. Specify class if needed.

Scream: My character has caused yours to scream out for some reason

Search: A drabble (main or AU) about our characters searching for something.

Secret: My character tells your character a secret.

Secret 18+: Our characters will do the deed while trying to remain hidden (Muns & muses must be 18)

Shag Me: I’ll write a dirty drabble about our characters. specify

Shiver: Our muses trying to stay warm

Shoot Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character shooting yours or vise versa.

Shop: I’ll write a drabble of my character taking yours shopping.

Shoulders: My character helping to share a burden with yours.

Shout: A drabble (main or AU) about our characters shouting something.

Show: A drabble (main or AU) about our characters showing each other something.

Shower: Our characters will make love in the shower (Muns & muses must be 18)

Sing: My character singing a song to yours: or vice versa.

Sing to Me: I’ll write a drabble of my character singing to yours.

Sky: Our characters are stargazing.

Slap me: my character will slap yours. In the sexual manner: or of anger. specify.

Sleep: I’ll write a drabble of my character snuggling in bed with yours.

Sleepover: My character needs to stay at your character’s house for the night: or vise versa. Specify. (you can add any other special things that could happen!)

Snow: I’ll write a drabble of our characters building a snowman together.

Snow: Our characters in the cold together

Song: A drabble (main or AU) about our characters that involves music.

Sorry: A drabble (main or AU) about our characters apologizing for something.

Spectre: My character will be visited by your character’s ghost or vice versa

Spell: I’ll write my character putting a spell on yours. Or being under a spell/curse.

Sphinx: My character asking yours a hard question

Spice: A drabble (main or AU) about our characters have a spicy moment.

Stars: Our characters under the stars together

Stomach: Our characters going our for a meal.

Storm: A drabble (main or AU) about our characters in a storm.

Suck Me: my character will suck on any body part of your character

Sugar: A drabble (main or AU) about our characters have a fluffy moment.

Sun: A drabble (main or AU) about our characters enjoying a sunny day together.

Surprise Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character surprising yours. Vise versa.

Take Me: my character will kidnap yours

Talk: A drabble (main or AU) about our characters having a conversation.

Tease Me: my character will tease yours: whether in a friendly or a sexual manner

Tell: A drabble (main or AU) about our characters telling one another something.

Tell Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character confessing something to yours [be it a love confession: a secret: feel free to specify.]

Text: A drabble (main or AU) about our characters texting one another.

Text me: I’ll write a drabble about my character texting yours or your character texting mine.

Thighs: Our characters sharing a sensual moment between each others thighs

Tickle Me: my character will tickle yours ruthlessly.

Time: My character is running late! They are supposed to meet your character at ___________ (fill in the blank) or vise versa. Specify.

Timeshift: I’ll write a drabble about our characters doing to a different time/dimension. specify.

The Four Horsemen: Our characters watching the end of the world.

Toes: My character will leave yours on edge.

Tornado: One of our characters losing control of their temperment on the other

Torture Me: I’ll write a drabble about your character torturing mine or vise versa.

Touch: My character will touch yours or vice versa in an intimate way (Muns & muses must be 18)

Treat: Your character and mine being sweet to one another

Treat Bag: My character sharing something with yours

Trick: Your character and mine being sneaky together

Trick Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character tricking your character.

Tricky: Our muses doing something sneaky

Truth: A drabble (main or AU) about our characters telling the truth about something.

Tsunami: One of our characters comforts the one who lost everything

Unbind Me: I’ll write a drabble about your character freeing mine: or the other way around: or something among the lines [be it freeing them from jail: from handcuffs: from a trap: from a curse: feel free to specify.]

Unicorn: Our characters creating magic (real or imagined)

Vacation: A drabble (main or AU) about our characters going on a vacation together.

Value Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character telling yours how they feel about them.

Visit: A drabble (main or AU) about our characters visiting each other.

Virginity: I will write one of our characters losing their virginity to the other.

War: Our muses arguing

Warmth: Our muses doing something fluffy and cute together

Wash: I’ll write a drabble of our characters showering/bathing together.

Wed Me: I’ll write a drabble about our character under the subject of wedlock [be it my character proposing to yours: or marrying yours: feel free to specify.]

X Me: I will write whatever it is that you wish: [specify.]

Yahoo Me: I’ll write a drabble about our characters celebrating something [feel free to specify.]

Yes: A drabble (main or AU) about our characters agreeing on something.

Zeus: my character sleeps with yours.

Zip Me: I’ll write a drabble about your character dressing mine: or the other way around [this can also be used for shutting them up as well: but feel free to specify.]

[askdarklink]

Well I guess at least is better than rainbow colored hair—-WAIT HOW DID YOU EVEN REMOVE MY HAT

[phantom-link-rp]

The Phantom grins, finding this turn of events rather amusing. "It seems that karma has caught up to you since last year...."

[phantom-link-rp]

 “Jora can find his way home, but…But the phantom hero can always find his way here again.” [x] -follow the reblogs-

[askgodlingmajora]

Swinging his feet gently, the godling slides from the phantom’s grip, holding his hands up to the brim of the borrowed hat and stares at him. “Jora can find his way home, but …” he thinks about it and hops, “But the phantom hero can always find his way here again.” He tries to make himself less bothersome with an intentionally, but he is not quite so good at that as he is annoyance. Lifting his ears, he gives a grin— and offers his hat up. “Majora has been feeling very sick lately, the Phantom made him less sick…” he thinks about a way to describe it, not understanding the words, before he taps his temple. Sick up here, it means. Shifting on small feet he stares at the phantom in silence, tendrils curling around his middle in his own insecurity. “It was nice playing with you.”

Quickly, he bows before he flees into the trees off to the side, staring wide eyed at the creature from his hiding place.

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He watches him carefully as the godling slides from his grip, tilting his head in curiosity at his words. 

The Phantom courteously accepts his hat back from Majora, offering a strained smile in response to the godling's grin. The file fades once more as the small deity attempts to explain his "sickness." Ears twitch when Majora taps against his temple and he nods to him in understanding. Whatever had happened to Majora seemed to have afflicted him in his head. 

Though this did not ease the fallen hero's current reservations about the godling, he nods to him when he is thanked for playing with the young deity. He goes to speak to the godling once more, simply to say that perhaps they would meet some other time, but Majora had absconded into the forest before he could get in another word.

Still mildly confused from the whole ordeal, Link hesitates, watching into the forest absently a moment before his shoulders lower. Letting out an breathless sigh, he turns from where he had last seen Majora and proceeds to return into the Ghostly Ether to return to the fields of Hyrule; glancing back one last time before disappearing entirely.

[askgodlingmajora]

The godling swims in his dreams for a time, remaining there long enough to vanquish the dragon that had overtaken him, and made him hate such creatures. Had left him feeling alone and abandoned and miserable. That of course, the manifestation of his madness and the sickness and his misery, would only become part of himself. As it had always been.

He stirs in the hero’s lap, staring up at the curious pale face, which had been burned and charred. He does not sit up immediately but stares at him with those unnatural green eyes and reaches up gently to touch the blackened area. “…” Standing up, he feels the mask coiled in his tendrils, wrapped close to his back. Nevermind where he had found it— the godling could not remember himself— but the idea he’d been so mean was no surprise to him. This was something that happened frequently. No one had ever made him change. And though there were those that wished to teach him, not many had stepped up.

He reaches out, fingers splayed and lays cool palms on his cheeks and pats gently, curiously, just as the meeting should have gone but did not.

“Majora is sorry he maded you wear that mask.” His ears lift and he floats around the phantom, inspecting him further. After a moment the godling gently places himself on Link’s back, arms curled around his neck and legs locked on his torso, knees pressing into ribs. He hides his grin for a bit. “But you made Jora not siiick sick anymore so thank you.” He pets the hero and curious takes his hat, putting it on his head, and nicely avoiding his horns. “I like you.”

[phantom-link-rp]

Ears raise slightly as he watches the godling stirs, his now sullen expression never wavering even as the creature peered up at him curiously. He flinches when Majora touches one of the burned areas of his face, pulling away from him slightly in response. The Phantom allows the godling's curious hands to explore his face further, however, somewhat perplexed by the sudden gentleness the creature was displaying.

His ears twitch absently as Majora  floats around him, watching him and shifting slightly when the creature decidedly takes roost on his back. He decides to inquire about the strange behaviour until the godling speaks once again and his thoughts grow silent once more.

"Your welcome, I suppose..." the statement seems more like a murmur in his confusion, not really sure how to take it at all. He says nothing more and rises to his feet once more, carefully hooking his arms under the godling's legs so that he wouldn't fall.

He gathers it would be pointless to continue a quarrel with Majora for now. The godling seems to have ceased being a threat, but his mind contemplates; he would likely not trust the godling for his actions, at least not for a while.

After a time, he addresses Majora again. 

"I should take me leave now," the thought was flat in tone, '"Do you need me to take you home before I do?"

[askgodlingmajora]

For one moment the Godling stares at the phantom, shocked and afraid, scrambling back on the ground, only to be pulled up by the throat. He tries to get a gasp of air, his eyes wide with shock and fear before he claws at the half-deity’s hands.

Mouth full of fangs bared, he snorts fire onto the phantom’s forearm, taking a deep breath and then blowing it out his mouth in slick and dangerous fashion. Still coughing, he gasps and shrieks, struggling before something in his head finally clicks. Tendrils lash out at the phantom’s face, coiling tight at the edge of what would be the mask, prying it away from the phantom creature’s face with all force that could be mustered. Lurching in the pale one’s grip— grasping at charred arms, he gasps again, the mask free in his tendrils, coiled up around it, eyes wide from fear and shaking.

Finally becoming dizzy, he takes a moment to register the cleared thoughts. Nothing was scary anymore. He plops on his bum, staring up at the phantom for a moment, and then finds himself staring at the sky. Breathing, he found, was nice. Letting out a breath, the small flame of sunlight flickered into unconsciousness.

[phantom-link-rp]

Before he could make the final strike, the Phantom Deity felt an intense stinging sensation in correlation to the arm which he held the godling tightly in his grasp. With a hiss, he instinctively releases Majora, but not before he feels the searing heat from the flames which the smaller deity launches at him. 

He recoils, clutching at his face and hissing dangerously still as he could feel the burning ensnare him. The fire the godling had mustered was not something ordinary. Its magic was the very thing which could still injure the Phantom significantly. He then feels something wrap around and become taught against his face, and for a moment, the rage of the mask resists the godling’s plight to remove it from the Phantom but it finally releases; pain now coursing through Link’s entire being.

He collapses to his knees, shuddering. He could feel that the godling still had a hold on him for the moment, but he could not get his thoughts straight; his mind abuzz and spinning from the agony he was in. An agony which was beyond any form of physical pain he’s felt in life.

Folding in on himself, he clutches at his injuries, simply hoping at this point the pain would dull soon, though he knew that likely would not be the case. At one point, he musters the strength to gaze up, painfully, at the strange creature who had now flopped down in front of him. He sees almost a look of relief behind the godling’s eyes before Majora falls over and for a while, the two remained there almost unmoving in silence.

It wasn’t discernible how much time had passed since he had seen the godling lie down, but Link felt it was safe to assume the creature had at least fallen unconscious. The entity, still experiencing the throbbing pain from the ordeal, manages to lift himself to his feet then and approaches Majora carefully, inspecting him further.

He frowns, ears lowering as he gazes upon the godling. He could tell that the small creature was still breathing; a sign of life which he held much thankfulness for, but he still could not help but hold himself responsible for whatever destructive behaviours the mask had lead him to do.

Wincing, he reaches down with shaking, charred hands and scoops the godling up, cradling him gently in his arms. Having recalled no sensation of life-draining from the godling prior, he assumed the interaction was safe. Mixed emotion coursed through him then. He could not understand why the Majoras could be so dangerous with their games, but still remain relatively innocent or harmless at the same time. Part of him wonders if perhaps he had made friends with monsters without realizing it, though, he knew there was likely much about these creatures he had yet to learn.

He pulls the godling closer to him with the thought and sits, resting the young Majora on his lap. He’d wait there with the godling until he woke up. The fallen hero owed that much to the creature at least.

[askgodlingmajora]

The godling runs to him, tendrils raised. When the blade swings, he wraps them around the edge, his grin widening noticably and he lets out a shriek of laughter, allowing the phantom creature to throw and shake him as much as he could. Ears lift and eyes widen and then close with another shriek of laughter.

Deciding, after a moment, that he was finished being treated like a rag doll, he coils his tendrils around the phantom’s throat, pulling him taut between himself an the blade, only to ram them close together and escape it onto the ground, rushing away from the raging half deity. His feet kicked up fire and burned away grass into ash, his laughter cut short by sudden fear, himself scrambling high into a tree to stare at the creature. The high of the moment had started to weigh down the sickness he’d been cursed with. His voice lowered to a hiss, his form coiled up close and tense, tendrils crossing over his chest to comfort himself.

[phantom-link-rp]

Anger ensnares the Phantom's features as the godling latches onto his blade. Verily, he did all in his power to remove the smaller creature, but it held firm and was evasive; its laughter only served to fuel the mask's rage further.

He suddenly finds something coiled around his neck and next he realizes, he had been forcefully been drawn toward the godling and his own blade; the sharpened bone cutting into him across the bridge of his nose as Majora promptly moves out of the way, spilling black liquid from a rapidly healing wound.

With a roar of  fury he rounds on the escaped godling and promptly takes chase after him, blade constantly held at the ready. He pauses, only momentarily when Majora suddenly scrambles for shelter up a tree, emitting a dangerous growl as he glowered after him; too far gone to recognize that there was now fear behind the godling's eyes.

A vicious hiss, and he swings his blade toward the smaller creature without question, effectively knocking Majora from his perch with a simple means of brute force. Not giving the godling the chance to return to his feet, he sets himself upon him and grabs him by the throat; his grip from now-clawed hands tightening significantly as he raises Majora from the ground. He roars at the godling, fangs displayed  in their full ferocity as he poises his blade with his other hand.

He had full intent of driving it through the godling. He would finish this once and for all.

[askgodlingmajora]

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A low growl escapes from the Phantom Deity, eyeing Majora much like a predator would, keeping his ground. Patience was no longer held by the now feral creature and it didn't take long before Link decided upon an opportune opening, grasping the hilt of his newly acquired blade in both hands; muscles tensing as he poises to strike.

With his mouth opening into something akin to a snarl, the phantom lunges; approaching the godling hastily with both intense speed and ferocity. In his current mindset, there was no discerning between good or evil, friend or foe. There was simply rage, the desire for destruction and the abolishment of those who stood in his way.

Majora would be no different.

[askgodlingmajora]

At the sound of the word ‘can’t’ Majora found himself displeased. The grin that had once graced his features, suddenly downturned into a whiplash of unamusement. “You already said you would play,” the godling stated. He buries his heels into the dirt, staring a the phantom expectantly, grasping the mask tight in his hands. Eyes, still wide and dangerous, stared straight into him.

“Are you scared of it?” he asks, floating up to make himself level with the phantom, who was a good two feet taller. He floats around the phantom, staring, studying him, before he leans in close. His flat nose almost makes contact with his face, watching him. “Good Guys and Bad Guys can’t be played without big brother.”

His hands that grip the mask shift and he takes it, facing the back towards PL. Throwing his arms up, his grin returns. He throws his arms down, shoving the mask over the phantom’s face with glee, his voice heightening to a mad shriek— “IT WILL BE SO MUCH FUN I PROMISE!” 

[phantom-link-rp]

"I know what I said..." the Phantom began, noting the godling's movements and expressions along with his words. However, he trails off unable to think of a befitting reason to explain why he must go back on his word.

Ears raise at Majora's question, but he remains silent. Truthfully the mask did make him wary, but it was not the mask itself which caused him fear. No. It was the lack of self-control he experiences while wearing it which terrified him. He was about to speak again before the godling unknowingly interjected with the comment about playing with his older brother, which brewed confusion in Link.

He takes a mindful step back when Majora draws his face close to his own, curiosity and bewilderment etched into his features. Was this creature truly the sibling of the Fierce Deity? He had not met a Majora where that factor had been true.

Before he could do more, let alone inquire, however; he is caught off guard by the godling's sudden and swift movements, finding the mask immediately enclosed over his face. Dread fills the stagnant air from beneath the mask and his first instinct screams at him to take it off. However, he knows it full well it is already far too late.

He could already feel the mask almost binding to his face, and on reaction  grabs at it by its sides and pulls vainly in a panicked stupor, half-understanding that it would not remove itself once it had touched his skin.

He could feel its energy and strength coursing through him almost immediately, but he did not want it. It was a dreadfully painful process to feel, even for the dead who can no longer experience the physical sensation of pain. His body goes rigid as the transformation starts to take hold, bones cracking and popping as his form steadily grows larger. Armor coils around him while parts of his tunic start to tatter and wisp away in foggy streamers, adorning him in an attire that was not his own; canines grow dangerously sharp and elongated, forcing him to open his mouth for the moment while the rest of his body trembled with agony.

He cries out, a lament of pain which would fall silent on mortal ears and he arches back violently; eyes becoming pitch-black as jagged, discoloured markings burn and etch onto his skin. Rage begins to devour his sense of self and, as much as he tries to fight him, overtakes him completely; throwing him into the darkness of his own mind.

Finally, his form relaxes, now clutching a large, double helix blade fashioned from bone. His grip tightens on its hilt a moment before he resumes a proper stance, fangs bared and darkened eyes narrowed.

Looming over the godling, he emits a sound which is halfway between a growl and a hiss. The Phantom no longer stood before the smaller creature. No. This was something far more dangerous. This was something that could not be controlled.

[askgodlingmajora]

He nods and a slow, almost dangerous grin slides across his face. The wideness of his eyes does not lessen, but seems only to become more manic with the phantom’s answer. Showing a more dangerous, dark side to himself, he kicks at the ground and tendrils from his back, resting, placed a familiar, pale mask in his fingers.

Looking up at the phantom with the sculpted and carved face in hand, he is expectant. Little thumbs trace over painted markings, sharp just as they had always been on big brother’s face. “We’ll play with this mask,” he says, holding it up. “You can’t play without it.”

Ears lifted, the godling gives a grin, and hops. “Come on come on!”

[phantom-link-rp]

His ears press back upon seeing the mask, understanding full-well what it was and who it belonged to. His insides felt like twisted into knots for the moment. He had placed such a mask to his face before, expecting it to be nothing more than simply a mask. He shudders slightly, recalling the opposite of the matter.

"Forgive me then, Majora," he states, being rather careful with his words. The godling truly was unstable if he was expecting him to wear that particular mask, "I'm afraid I can't play with you if I am required to wear such a thing..."

He hesitates, hoping that his words weren't in poor choice for the excitable creature in front of him. But he understood the dangers of that mask...what it did to him when he donned it last. He wasn't sure if the godling was even aware of what power that mask could hold, but he was not about to risk the lives of Majora or anyone else for the sake of a "game."

[askgodlingmajora]

The godling, with eyes still wide from madness and shock stares at the phantom creature. Ears lower, flat against his skull. He sounds nothing like big brother but looks similar to him. He curiously ventures forward and sniffs him, only to find no scent.

Staring, he sits on the ground, clutching a small doll in his arms before he opens his mouth to speak. Indigo hair, tousled and messy, slides and tumbles over his shoulders. “You can call me Majora,” he says, almost expressionless. He lets out a snorting breath before he continues. “Did you come to play with me, pale dead thing?”

[ask-phantom-link]

Majora, huh?

I know a few Majora’s around here…all of you seem fairly unique despite being the same person in essence. I wasn’t seeking to play with you when I stumbled upon your presence, but I suppose it wouldn’t hurt….what would you like to play?

[askgodlingmajora]

“….” The godling stares for some time before he stands, abandoning the doll on the ground and lifting himself so his eyes are level with the phantom’s. They glow with an eerie light before they flicker and settle on a thought. “We’ll play Good Guys and Bad Guys.” His voice is firm when he says this, and alights gently on the earth in front of him. Standing with feet apart and arms dangling at his sides, the stance is almost reminiscent of another creature.

Another thought crosses the godling’s mind as he stares at the phantom. “…Do you.. have any masks?” he asks this partially out of confusion, and another bit out of curiosity. “It’s more fun with masks,” he says insistently.

[phantom-link-rp]

The Phantom's ears twitch at the request. 'Good Guys and Bad Guys,' he had sworn another Majora mentioning that particular game, and as memory served...it did not bode well for the hero.

His face grows stern, watching the godling carefully, deciding with uncertainty to wait out the actions to come from the creature and to also be mindful of his own.

"Masks?" his mind echoes to Majora, "No...I'm afraid I don't have any masks."

He pauses, his expression now tinged with wariness. It was unclear to him why the godling seemed so insistent, but the longer he watched the creature, the more he was able to decipher that perhaps it wasn't in the most sound of mind. Something seemed confusingly off about this entire situation.

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OOC: Tagged Thingy I Guess?

Rule 1: Post The Rules

Rule 2: Answer the questions the tagger sent for you in their post and then make 11 new ones

Rule 3: Tag 11 people and link them to your post

Rule 4: Let them know you tagged them!

Questions: 1) Do you “talk” to your muse in your head sometimes?

Frequently! I do so with most of my characters though, RP or no. Relations and reactions also vary with each character, though in PL's case, we tend to get along fine, but he does think me rather strange most days and has been peeved by some of the scenarios I like to throw him into. >v>

2) What was the most surprising thing that ever happened to you?

Getting more than 10 followers on PL's blog shortly after I made it? ovo; I'm still reeling over that factor. I never in a million years would have expected it.

3) What do you imagine to be the “perfect” place to die?

A quiet, dark place where you can see the night sky at least one final time before you pass on. A place where the temperature is just right and you get to see everyone you care about to pass on your last words to them to the best of your ability. A quiet, dark place which is peaceful and serene; one which you will have the luxury of moving on in the same fashion. That would be an ideal place to die for me.

4) If you could have superpowers, which one(s) would you choose?

I actually have been asked this before off tumblr and my answer is always the same: either the ability to shape-shift or the ability to fly. I have reasons, but I'm finding it difficult to put them into words. ^^;

5) Would you give up your life in this world to get a new one in your favourite book/game/movie?

Tough question, to which I yield a "yes and no" answer. While yes, it would be kinda neat to trade in my life to live in a favourite fictional world of mine, I also understand it probably would not work in my favour. I have many favourite fictitious worlds, and they all are a means of "escape" from reality for me in some way. So, in the end, I'd likely end up saying "no" overall. While true, real life holds some particularly crappy moments for me; this is the world I was meant to be involved in for the time being. I've also divulged plenty of coping mechanisms in this world which might not translate well to another. As the saying goes, I would very much love to visit one of my fictional worlds for a while, but I probably wouldn't want to live there.

6) Do you want to have children one day? If yes, how many?

Nope. No children. Not for me, thank you.

7) What kind of snacks do you like more: Sweet ones or salty ones?

It depends on the snack and what I'm craving at that moment.

8) Let’s go all tumblrbot here… WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE INANIMATE OBJECT? ;P

Grilled Cheese Maker.

9) Unicorns or Dragons?

Dragicorns.

10) Favourite school subject? Why?

Art and English were my favourite subjects when I was in school simply they were really the only subjects I excelled in significantly.

11) How would you react if one day your muse stands before your door?

MY BABIES~!!!! 8D COME HERE AND LET ME LOVE YOU MY PRECIOUS LIL' BABUS FDKGDFKGFHADGFDAHKFDFDS~! ;w; Mommy is sorry that she puts you through so much hell; she only does so because she loves you~~~ <3333 ububububu~ 

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Unfortunately, I am a rule-breaker and lazy today...so I won't be adding more questions and tagging people for this sort of thing. ;w; It's not usually my style.