Breathe in... Breathe out...

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[silentwilds]

Either she's becoming more bold, or she's... overindulged a bit at the feast. Whatever the reason, she's very shamelessly tucked her head right into the crook of his neck, and is doing her best to fall asleep there.

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Link gulped nervously. The Hateno summer celebration was stretching late into the night. He had been able to keep up with the festivities, even dance a little in the haphazard noise of an off-beat village melody. But Zelda must have been exhausted. She usually didn’t lean on him like this in public. Or try so hard to fall asleep against his pulse.

He smiled, though, and wrapped an arm around her back, letting her settle in as close against him as she liked.

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❛ It is better in prayer to have a heart without words,                                                                      than words without a heart.  ❜

[tqumi-deactivated20190920]

*eats roasted acorn*

[silentwilds]

My week is busy right now, but HEY THE WEEKEND IS COMING. 

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briightbloom‌:

“I can’t… sing to you, if I’m talking,” she murmured, a little smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.

But she acquiesced; her purpose was… to distract(?), after all, and if he wanted her to speak, then, well… wouldn’t it be better to do so? The storm might be winding down, but she could still feel the tension in his shoulders, close as they were.

…oh.

Frantically waving the thought away and shifting her back against the wall (more to distract herself this time than anything,) she moved her ministrations a bit lower, hesitating only a moment before beginning to work at a knot in the muscles of his neck. (Couldn’t have a stiff-necked guardian, after all, it would… defeat the purpose of his keeping a lookout while she couldn’t. Yes. That was right. Entirely medical.)

“They both sound lovely. Maybe next time they’re in the capitol, Father will… let me at least say hello? It would be a pleasure to meet them both.”

An unlikely pleasure, really; he’d been adamant about both not disturbing Link, and about her need to focus on her devotions. 

It startled him as she touched the nape of his neck. Link tensed for only a fraction of a second at the transition, but he relaxed quickly. It felt good. He tried to resist the small shudder that ran through him. For a moment, his eyes fluttered shut, but they opened again quickly, to pay attention.

Her ministrations felt more intimate now, when she held him at the back of his neck. He couldn’t explain why, but it did, and it made his cheeks warm. 

How strange it was... that this was the same princess who used to yell at him just for walking too close to her. Now she was cradling him against her shoulder and didn’t seem to want to let go.

He didn’t really want her to let go either, even though that made him feel like a bad knight.

Link exhaled slowly and made a small knocking motion with his hand.

[Yeah. I think they would like to meet you,] he signed to her. [My mother would like you.]

The real her. Not the her that King Rhoam forced into a tiny pious mold. 

[My sister would like you too.]

Una loved everyone.

[uwutraman]

[coxgitando]

Shipping Call - Send me one if you want to plot one or more of these

💚 - friendship 💙 - kinship ( blood or symbolic familial bond ) 💔 - past relationship 💜 - hateship ( they hate each other but can’t stay away ) 💛 - hateship ( enemies ) 💟 - friends with benefits ❤ - romantic relationship

[silentwilds]

As usual, she returns to the house disheveled, dirty, and beaming, something cupped between her hands. "I found something that I think you'll like, today! Here, have a look!" Thrusting them toward him, she opens them to reveal... nothing, leaning up at the same time to press a quick kiss to his cheek. Then, with a teasing little grin, ducks out through the door again for the bathhouse, to put herself to rights.

Link looked up from the stove when she came in. He smiled absently, lifting an eyebrow at her clasped hands. The soup in the pot was simmering nicely, well on its way to becoming a good dinner for them later that evening.

Link leaned over a bit to peer at her hands as she drew his attention. He didn’t realize what she was up to until her lips were pressed firmly to his cheek and Link’s blue eyes went wide.

She scampered away before he could properly reply, but Link smiled nonetheless. Blushing like a wildberry in the kitchen.

[gatanung]

It’s dangerous to go alone

A LOZ piece I made to keep my angst going

ɪɴsᴛᴀɢʀᴀᴍ | ᴄᴏғғᴇᴇ

[squidwithelbows]

I’ve watched the botw2 trailer so many times I’m starting to see words in the magic squiggles.

[silentwilds]

diilucidus‌:

And there he went, onto his knees despite her disheveled appearance. Her failure. One that he’d witnessed. She wasn’t a Princess worth bowing to.

Irritation clawed at her, mixing with the sharp sting of guilt. Both over her lack of power, yet again, and… the memory of losing her temper the week prior, and the guilt that his confusion and… and yes, hurt, had brought on.

It was enough to still her tongue, though, and she composed her face carefully, as she’d been taught, into a blank mask, checking over the gathered clothing before clearing her throat and working at getting at least a few words out.

“We’re leaving,” she finally managed to rasp, stalking off toward the entrance to the spring, where she’d left her blankets, and the curtain she’d strung between two of the stone outcrops to give herself some privacy. A trail of muddy, unsteady footprints followed her.

The sooner they could get home, the sooner she could get her report to her father over with, the sooner she could sleep in her own bed, away from the eyes of the world.

She was tired, yes. And she’d passed the point of hunger some time ago. But… at the moment, her desire for solitude, for the space to breathe, overpowered them both.

While Link could hear her voice, he couldn’t quite make out her words. Usually he could, even when she was keeping a relative distance from him. Her voice must be damaged. Raspy from all of her prayers.

He understood what she was asking, even if he didn’t know the words. It was time to pack up.

Link stood again and began dismantling his own tent. He was respectful of the long swath of canvas that had become her screen of privacy and her wall to keep him out. Link only walked over and hung a towel over the edge. An offer, in case she needed another. He worried for her health like that, but he knew she’d only yell at him again if he pushed too hard.

Link got his tent and bedroll packed up quickly and strapped to his horse’s saddle. He clicked his tongue a bit and brushed out his mare’s mane before bridling her, then set himself to attending Zelda’s stallion. He was a fussy thing, but he meant well. Strong-willed and proud.

A few carrots and a bucket of water for each to drink from and they’d be ready for the journey home.

Once the horses were settled, Link then made his way back towards Zelda’s wall. He waited for sight of her before he’d help pack anything for her, not wanting to intrude if she wasn’t dressed yet.

He had a bottle of squash soup in his rucksack that would be good for her energy, but... he doubted she’d take it from him.

[silentwilds]

diilucidus‌:

Gowan Culai… yes, she’d heard that name, before, from the Castle Guard. Always with respect. With longing for a missing Commander, who’d moved away from the Capitol.

That he’d been Link’s father, much less that Link’s surname was “Culai,” was news to her. Once again, her lack of knowledge, the lack of are she’d had for her guardian, sparked guilt in her gut, and she swallowed hard.

[I’ve heard that name. Always good things.]

It was slower going for her, writing her words out on his palm. But she was all right with that; it gave her time to think about her responses. Where she wanted to go next with this line of inquiry.

And… dragging things out wasn’t too bad, either. The gentle patter of the rain, the closeness of him, the warmth of his body (and the warmth building in her chest at that closeness,) was lulling. She could almost fall asleep right here, like this. 

[Was he your inspiration to become a knight?]

He’d said he’d looked up to his father, after all.

Link noticed her thinking through her words as she signed. It was always interesting to watch the non-signers as they learned to sign. How careful they were with their statements. Precise and controlled.

[Yes,] Link motioned with a nodding fist. [I entered the military because of him. I wanted him to be proud.]

And Link knew that his father was proud. That his father would have been proud of him no matter what he did. But his father had cut his own career short because of Link. It had stalled out and sputtered when Link got sick, and his father had never returned to Castle Town. He never became the young general that he’d nearly been all those years ago.

And maybe he felt guilty for it. But... that was something he wasn’t quite ready to admit to Zelda.

Link gulped and then signed, [You can talk. I can hear you when you’re this close.]

It might make it easier on her. And he wanted to hear her voice. It might always be a little foggy and cottony to his ears, but he could still hear her.

[rosvosektori]

Let’s hope it doesn’t rain. (; u b u )7

[ruadrisresources]

Physical Contact Starters

No explicit NSFW, but some could be interpreted that way. Alter as necessary!

SOFT

“Your hands are so warm.”

“Ah, that feels good…”

“Wait… are you braiding my hair?”

“Is it okay if I lean on you?”

“Just hold me for awhile. Please.”

“You don’t mind me touching you there, right?”

“Oh! I didn’t mean to fall asleep leaning on you.”

“Don’t stop stroking my hair…”

“Be gentle with me.”

“Y’know, I could go for a back rub right now. Just saying.”

“Please… Kiss me, even if it’s just this once.”

“I bet I’m strong enough to pick you up.”

“Can I use your lap as a pillow?”

“Touch me. I don’t care how. I just need to feel something right now…”

“I could kiss you all over.”

“That tickles!”

“Mind washing my back for me?”

“I didn’t know you were the cuddling type.”

“I love how soft your lips are.”

“Don’t get up just yet, I’ll miss having you next to me.”

“No one’s kissed me like that in a long time.”

ROUGH

“Ow! That fucking hurt!”

“Keep talking, and I’ll seriously slap the shit out of you.”

“You stepped on my foot!”

“Did you do that on purpose?”

“Please be more gentle next time…”

“Don’t squeeze so tight!”

“Hey, don’t touch me there. It hurts.”

“Did you just bite me?!”

“Next time I’ll hit you like I mean it.”

“Is that the best you’ve got?”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“I’ll make you bleed.”

“You really can’t take a hit, can you?”

“Hey!! What was that for?!”

“Shit, are you crying? I didn’t mean to do it that hard.”

“That stung a little. Go easy on me next time.”

“Don’t tell me you can’t handle a little sparring.”

“You almost knocked me over!”

“I won’t stop until I hear you scream.”

“That’s gonna leave a bruise…”

“You broke my nose!”

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HE NEEDS HELP.

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cyberpunk au

Send me an AU and I’ll tell you what my muse would be like in that AU.

I’mm be honest, I’m not too into cyberpunk, so its not something I’ve thought of much…

But from a purely aesthetic approach, what if a BOTW cyberpunk environment involved a lot of the ancient shiekah tech stuff? Like prosthetic limbs or accessories with the glowing blue energy and stuff?