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@seawits
hello!! there will be an official promo eventually, but if you’d like to continue following me you can find me over here! i figured it would be easier to merge all four of my loz blogs into one, so tetra, along with midna, ravio, and mipha, will be over there as well.
i’ve missed you guys and i hope to see you there!
Cheat. Don’t fight clean. The guys who fought with decency aren’t here to pass on their skills. Know why? They’re all dead.
How To Win A Fight (via theriderfrom-nowhere)
when you awaken in the morning’s hush , i am the swift uplifting rush . of quiet birds in circled flight . i am the soft stars that shine at night . do not stand at my grave & cry ; I AM NOT THERE . I DID NOT DIE .
predecessors and successors????
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art blog @ositiart
arent you like 5'2?
i self identify as tall
SPIT OUT THE BLOOD
BRUSH YOURSELF OFF
GET THE HELL BACK U P.
YOU’RE STILL A FIGHTER… RIGHT?
PROVE IT.
Kono ito o tadoru (2011) by homesick
hc — princess zelda & how it has affected her
Tetra is Tetra.
Regardless of how the majority - if not all of the female members of the royal family seem to be dubbed Zelda, Tetra is not her. Even after founding New Hyrule and ascending the throne, Tetra will not take up the mantle of Zelda. It is a name she refuses to use, for she is her own person and will not be stripped down to a title. A name, and the history that is associated with such.
On the topic of how Tetra feels about her royal lineage, one of the constant complaints I see about Tetra's development in Wind Waker is how she lost her spunk after becoming the princess. But… honestly, can you blame her? I myself do not see the reveal scene as the pirate losing her fire in order to become the princess. I see it as her realizing that her entire life has been a lie; that she is not the simple pirate she was happy to be for the remainder of her days. Her ancestors were not just royalty but the royal family of the kingdom that once ruled the land. The necklace she swore to protect was not a trinket whose value was more sentimental than sacred. Her life, one a forsaken king now sought, and had been seeking for weeks as all those girls she'd witnessed in the fortress were proof of. Girls kidnapped from their homes because of her, however indirectly.
In a single moment, her entire life has been turned upside down. It’s hard enough news for an adult to hear, but a teenager? Who’s previously lived a carefree and, in some eyes, morally wrong life? She is stunned and speechless. She did not lose her fire with the transformation, but at the same time she still lost a part of herself. Life, from that moment on, would never be the same and she knew it.
Even now, post Wind Waker, she does not want to be a princess. She never dreamed of it as a little girl, never wanted it. It may be in her blood, but that is not who she is. Personally, Tetra would be happiest to remain a pirate sailing the seas. Yet, to rebel would be selfish. To abandon the winds of fate would only doom many others. As the last living member of the royal family, she feels a responsibility to pursue a new home for the people of the Great Sea, for it was her bloodline that ultimately doomed them to it in the first place. It's not a burden she wants, but one she feels she must bear. And it, admittedly, is suffocating at times.
Tetra has accepted what she must do, yet not fully what it means. She has no idea what she's going to do once a home is found, when she must play princess, and it weighs heavily upon her. She would never call herself a child, but she is young, and the crown is heavy. She was not raised into this life, and thus does not know the first thing about it. She can captain a ship, but an entire kingdom?
Post WW, she has not dealt with these feelings. Such thoughts pushed aside in favor of focusing on the present. Not that she would admit it, but the future, it terrifies her. A part of her almost hopes that there is no such land out there, but she doesn't fully mean that. She is just… afraid.
She is grateful for her crew and Link, for without them their goal would be impossible. Yet even so, it is her who must lead the future onward.
a tetra that i drew a while back uwu
guYS IF WE’RE MUTUALS AND YOUR MUSE RANDOMLY WANTS TO TALK TO MINE, TAG. ME. IN. A. STARTER. I WILL REPLY BECAUSE I LOVE RANDOM STARTERS AND CUTE SHIT AND JUST MY MUSE BEING THROWN IN A SITUATION WHERE THEY’RE LIKE “WHAT THE FUCK AM I SUPPOSED TO BE DOING?!?! WHO THE FUCK AM I SUPPOSED TO BE DOING?!?! WHY THE FUCK ARE WE DOING THIS?!?!” BECAUSE ITS THE BEST THING EVER. So yknow yeah. Tag me in shit.
zestirix:
there’s something along the lines of a ‘ grandma taught me to be respectful ‘ ready to be tossed back, but link feels he’s done a fine ENOUGH job of feeding everyone’s poor opinion of him already. LAST thing he needed to do was demote himself to the level of ‘ grandma’s boy, ‘ even if he’s earned himself such a pride crushing title as much as he’d earned the cooler, MUCH more bearable title of ‘ hero of winds. ‘ thing is, there was little hero-ing to do, right now, especially when they were doing naught else but drifting at sea and charting new territory.
what was he supposed to pose as a threat to? a fish?
“ i’m not sayin’ it has to be windfall specifically, cap’n, but anything’s gotta be better than… w-well… “ the BOAT? essentially, that’s what he’s trying to imply, but without running the risk of outright INSULTING captain tetra’s pride ‘nd joy. it was a fine vessel, rivaled by few others, if any, but the hero had gotten to a sad point where he’d memorized what every single solitary plank of wood looked like, with how long they’d been on it. could probably REBUILD the entire boat from scratch, by memory ALONE, if tasked to. “ familiar or not, a night on ANY island would be appreciated. a chance to stretch, ‘nd walk around, ‘nd look at somethin’ that isn’t either water or someone else’s dirty face. we can spare one, SINGLE night, right cap’n? “
“ Well? “ An arched brow met the swabbie, for the conclusion of his sentence to be shared. An expectant glint of narrowed cerulean, all but daring for the words to be uttered aloud, for oh how obvious it was, what he meant. The vessel she adored; her home, her pride, now the last place he wished to be. & yet, it was tough to fault him. Although he had been on an adventure in his own right, a sailor who’d traversed the vast sea from one corner of their maps to the other, this new quest was a far cry from the old. Seeking a new domain? Charting lands previously unknown? It was different. For all of them, hero & pirates alike. To go from the terror of the sea, to that faint glimmer of hope that sought to rebuild what was lost...
An eyeroll, it was held back, though just barely. Gaze shifting instead to the rolling blue of the waves. The dying light of evening, steadily streaking the sky with warm amber & vivid rose as it faded to dusk. While she herself held few qualms with proceeding to sail through the night, her crew was another story. To ask them to do so when each was, understandably, at their wits end ould be… “ Fine, “ Tetra relented. “ One night. “ A night to walk upon land, relax beneath the stars & leave the ship for a change; it couldn’t hurt. May even restore morale, all in all. “ Doubt there’s much on these islands, but it will be enough to make camp. “
WIP I never finished
good tweet
You want me dead? Get in line. You’re not the first one, and you certainly won’t be the last.
