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hey all, i decided to remake this blog it’s over at wouldn’t you know it @spiritmaiden  she’ll be set to low activity until i can start writing for her again because phew it’s been tough and as for isola mutuals for the time being i’m dropping zel from isola i’ve sent in a drop notice so yah yah, i’ll come back once i have the muse for her! 

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Headcanon meme! Send me a symbol and I'll tell you...

☺:  three things that make my muse happy

☻:  three things that make my muse sad

✝:  any religious beliefs my muse has

☎ :  my muse’s ringtone

♫:  three of my muse’s favorite songs

♪:  three songs that remind me of my muse

★:  a wish my muse has

☑:  something my muse has accomplished that they’re proud of

☢:  something my muse is afraid of

☂:  what my muse does on a rainy day

→:  is my muse any good with directions?

☮:  is my muse a happy person?

웃:  three people that are important to my muse

☃:  does my muse like the holidays?

☯:  is my muse more idealistic or cynical?

▲:  my muse’s happiest memory

✄:  is my muse creative?

⌘:  was my muse good in school?

✿:  is my muse an outdoors person?

♈:  the most daring thing your muse has ever done

♉:  is my muse prone to jealousy?

♊:  is my muse smart?

♋:  is my muse emotional?

♌:  three things my muse is enthusiastic about

♍:  is my muse shy?

♎:  is my muse vain or cocky?

♏:  something my muse obsesses over

♐:  is my muse blunt or do they beat around the bush?

♑:  is my muse an optimist or a pessimist?

♒:  is my muse emotional or more detached?

♓:  my muse’s biggest secret

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icesuffice‌:

you’re a tiny human what you gonna do 

the gods made me short so that i can kick you in the shins

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icesuffice‌:

“I don’t have to show you anything.” That comment only made the wyvern grip more tightly that which was in his hand. It may or may not have been stolen. He wasn’t about to reveal that bit of information. She was already suspicious enough and he wasn’t about to give back that which he he claimed as his own. He wasn’t going to do a repeat of giving up something in exchange for something else. He might still be a bit bitter he had to give her all the rupees he had managed to taken but he would admit he liked the crystal he got in exchange. It was safely hidden away in his cavern a secret to all but him. “So stop giving me that look.” He purposely looked away from the human and continued moving forward as he hide his hand and item in the pocket of his jacket. His grip still tight enough she couldn’t get it even if she tried anything. 

His refusal in showing what was hidden within his tight grip only served as fuel for the simmering anger that nearly threatens to bubble over, had it not been the past experience in which he stole something from her than perhaps she would have less than likely suspect him committing a crime. Of course, the result would remain the same should she find out eventually: the fact that it was simply a wicked thing to do. He was quite the stubborn dragon, a trait that they both share in as a matter of fact. Therefore, this was a simple dispute between two parties, this would later become a full out battle with their weapons being verbal words alone. Placing her hands on her hips, she’d lean forward slightly, her eyes narrowed into slits as she gazes ‘pon him. “If it means stealing something, again, then yes you do! It’s wrong to steal from others, Fannar.” She could only hope her words reached his heart, that guilt would gnaw at him eventually. “Oh, I’ll stop giving you the look(™) if you show me what’s in your hands.” 

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i feel like i owe more people than what i have in my drafts but *stares out the window* my activity page is also messed up here. feel free to dm me or like this post if i was threading with you and you want to continue! 

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fgallowsbough‌:

What an odd space… The flow of air inside the cavernous sanctuary feels slower than natural, like a heavy blanket settling over the shoulders. Yggdrasil feels like she’s not allowed to make a sound here, which fortunately isn’t hard for her. She hovers a few inches above the ground, and floats farther into the sanctuary.

The white columns remind her of the Astral laboratories. But the similarities end there; there were no carved murals or texts on the walls in her memory. Only cracked diagrams and voynich circles, disorderly with papers stacks and contraptions spread across every surface. No images to immortalize the people who once lived there.

The towering statue in sanctum’s heart dwarves everything else inside. Yggdrasil notes its two faces. Distinctive. Harsh beams of light streaming from the statue’s back obscure the faces in shadow. There’s a girl with golden hair standing stock still before the foot of the statue, back turned and eyes upward.

It looked liked she’d get a crick in her neck if she kept that up for too long. Floating closer, Yggdrasil realizes the girl’s eyes were closed. She hasn’t quite cracked the texts or carvings across the walls, so she doesn’t understand the significance of this probably-god. Maybe if she just closed her eyes and turned her face to the heavens she would…

She stops a respectable distance to the girl’s right, softly landing on the balls of her feet. Mimicking the girl, she shuts her eyes and tilts her head back.

Yggdrasil isn’t sure how much time passes, but it didn’t work, and her neck was starting to get sore. She instead observes the right-turned face. It’s shadowed eyes and impassive look impart nothing.

Hmmmm, she chimes confusedly despite herself, forgetting to be silent. With realization, a chill travels up her spine. She draws her hands to her chest, head snapping to see if she had disturbed the girl.

@spiritmaiden

Zelda oft visited the churches scattered throughout this ward. She’d visit seeking answers as to why she was here. Seeking sanctuary from the craziness of Spirale. Seeking response from the heavens. Seeking, seeking, seeking. Yet she could nary find any answers as to what to do next. She could nary find sanctuary because this church simply wasn’t like the temples dedicated to the golden goddesses. She could nary find a response from the heavens. Simply because this place wasn’t like home. Indeed she could feel a sense of spirituality and peace that most churches seem to have which brought solace to her and that was the only connection to her old world to be found. And indeed there was inquisitiveness regarding the architecture and history of this building. The incomprehensible writing on the walls, she wished to learn more about it. Yet that was all the sentiments that’d come to her. Zelda wanted something more than just comfort, she truly wanted an answer, a reason for why she was here. Did she have some sort of purpose? 

Looking up at the statue of the two-faced god, she’d frown. Zelda developed an unusual interest with the god of this world and an even more unusual action to find herself wanting to pray to said god, perhaps as a last resort to find normalcy (as she’d oft pay orison to the gods of the old ever since purifying her body in her quest to preserve the world) for she’d yet to pray in this church in particular, much less to the true god of Spirale as she’d offer them to the heavens, to anyone who watched over the city aside from the deity and desperately to her gods during moments of panicked thoughts regarding her homeworld. Initially, she had thought that offering devotions to another god was simply inconceivable to the blonde, as fear oft sinks its sharp fangs deep into her once she’d come to the horrifying realization that in a way, she might be committing betrayal to the gods of the old. Prayers should be offered to them instead. Yet here she was, ready to pray with her eyes fluttering close and her hands clasped together, raising them at chest-level. 

A sigh as a rare wave of doubt sweep over her causing for Zelda to be caught in its currents and it overwhelmed her usual optimism, making it dissolve away like seafoam. So she’d contemplate as to what she should do next. Escaping was near impossible, and she did not want to explore what lays beyond the city all alone. She could just stay here, forcing herself to be content with her new life given to her by force. 

O’ God who rules over this city... I visit your sanctuary wanting answ–––

Just as she was about to say a prayer, a small hum is what breaks Zelda out of her whirlwind of thoughts. Looking over her shoulder, she’d find a girl standing not too far from her. 

Blue would meet with a wide-eyed and silent gaze. To say she was surprised would be an understatement. Though this was a space that most would visit, she hadn’t expected to meet with someone else here during this time where twilight reigned over the skies, much less not even notice their presence. She had not heard approaching footsteps, she had not heard any other sign indicating that another person was there. Was she so lost in her thoughts she failed to realize another approaching the statue? Ears blessed by the gods, it was easy for her to pick up on minute sounds. 

“Oh... hello!” Not greeting her and simply staring, prolonging the silence, would be quite rude, wiping the bemused look off of her features she’d allow for her lips to twitch upwards, a placid expression now taking over. “Are you here to pray too? I was... sorta here for that at least. I have to admit... I never thought I’d pray to this god, I don’t even know much about them.” 

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Reblog if your muse is skilled with a sword! 

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courageousguise‌:

Link lifted his arms in celebration as Zelda managed to get one of the rings on as well- it was nice! She did a good job! He was happy enough to just be able to play a game with his friend, but it was even better knowing she was going to be having fun too.

‘That sounds fun! I’m not gonna lose!’ 

The boy had quite a competitive streak in him, so even if she was a friend, he wasn’t just going to let himself lose on purpose. It wasn’t even really for the prize so much, he didn’t mind if he got that or not- he just liked the competition.

They each had nine more rings after the one they’d both thrown, so it seemed like plenty for a good fair little contest. 

Endearing was it to see the young hero cheer and celebrate for her one once she managed to get the ring around the peg and she could not stop the smile that painted her visage a warm and light color of merriment. Crossing her hands together she’d place them on top of her chest and lean a bit to the side.

 “I’m surprised I was actually able to do it, to be honest! I thought I would’ve missed.”

Forthwith does she feel motivated in their little contest she had proposed once witnessing Link’s zest for it. She laughs gently, the back of her hand coming to meet her mouth. Though she has no intentions of winning (wanting to let him win instead) she also did not have the intention of throwing the game either, assuming that he may not like the mere concept of her going too easy on him. “Neither am I! Well, I’ll be going first then!” Reaching for the brightly colored ring, once more does she toss it at the peg using the same amount of strength as before (that is to say very little of it in order for it to soar at a certain pace) and the ring would land in the corner that was adjacent to them. She aims at clearing out the front first before starting at the back of the board. It was easier for someone who was new to this game. 

“I got it again! I can’t believe it! Well, it’s your turn, Link. Good luck!” 

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jijinoke‌:

an eyebrow raises, a smile appears. 

so there is a ward that reminds her of home. although none of these wards are in the sky, with birds to bring people around, there is one that somehow captures the essence of her home. and, despite the fact that he’s been to every ward, that he’s been traveling prior to meeting her to understand his new home, he says, “i would love to go with you, zelda, and hear how the ward captures the spirit of skyloft.” the ever charming smile is on his face, perhaps enhanced by the genuineness behind it. it’s not merely a mask, but an expression of his already friendly relationship with her. 

mikazuki takes another bite of the dango, pulling it off the skewer and chewing it carefully. his mind wanders back to the past as soon as she mentioned it, looking for the one memory, the one link that is good for his return. the chewing slows, his thinking increasing. the smile that was once radiant now a bit dimmer as he comes to a conclusion – “my masters have all passed. the good memories with their cherishing touch are gone.” fingers tighten around the skewer, eyes downcast, avoiding the gaze of his friend as he thinks, and thinks, and… 

he pushes the feelings back into the chest that he usually keeps them in, putting a lock on the memories and the thoughts that spilled out temporarily. “ah, apologies,” he says, resuming the chipper disposition he had only moments ago. with the thoughts locked behind the wall, the cheerful smile back to disguise the sadness that lies deep, deep inside, it’s like nothing ever happened. 

“not the right time to discuss that, no?” he quips, tone light and harmless. mikazuki turns to look at the street ahead, the people that wander and joyfully living their lives. “we’re here in cotes now and there’s no time to ruminate over the past,” he says, carefully and softly putting an end to that conversation, trying to avoid being rude, but also trying to avoid thinking about what he would rather now. 

“ahahahaha!” 

one hand raises to cover his mouth with his sleeves as he laughs. “i’m glad you enjoy dangos, zelda,” he says, another genuine smile on his face now that the moment has passed. with time, with age, there comes the ability to push those feelings aside and focus on the present. the present is the most important, after all. the past has passed, and the future has only one end.

“ah… be careful zelda, you don’t want to fill yourself with dango now.” a smile plays on his lips and he takes a bite of the final dango on his skewer and then discards the litter in the nearest garbage can. his eyes twinkle with delight when he returns his sights back to zelda. his smile has turned a little mischievous. 

“ahahaha… it appears that you’re going to be in for some… trouble.” 

this is the cotes ward and already, within eye sight, there are cafes, tea houses, and street vendors all specializing in dessert. mikazuki favors dango and prefers to have it, but he also enjoys cakes with some tea sometimes. 

“this is most likely the worst place to be if you have a sweet tooth.”

O’ how wonderful it is to find one who would travel with her! Returning his smile, she nods with resolution lighting up cerulean eyes. “Then next time, let’s go together! I can’t say I know the place like the back of my hand, but it’d be fun to explore and see new things, right?” She possessed a certain degree of wanderlust, one where she must explore every inch that the world had to offer. She grew up in a small community, naturally, she’d want to see what was out there, beyond Skyloft. However, she never imagined that she’d end up in another world. She’d wanted to learn more about The Surface, her lands as her fickle memories of Hylia could only provide so much... and she wanted to make her own memories as “Zelda”. Not Hylia but Zelda. She supposes that this experience would only grant Zelda’s wish in creating new recollections, that’s the only positive she can see during her stay within Spirale.  

Popping the last piece of her dango in her mouth (quite upsetting she had already finished it) she could only listen, a melancholic smile appearing on her face. More than likely her optimism in having memories to cherish and hold close to your heart had instead roused unpleasant retrospections rather than beloved memories. It had hurt. It had hurt her that she was the reason for that.  Curiosity for what must’ve happened did not find Zelda, it wasn’t within her place to ask let alone bring up. When he was ready to tell her, she’ll listen. So, she decides to follow in Mikazuki’s advice to halt in mulling over the past, instead she looked toward what the future offered for him, for her, for both of them! She truly believed that perhaps, just perhaps, he can make find fondness when recalling this odd city.  

“No, it’s alright you don’t have to apologize. It should be me, I’m sorry, I hope I didn’t bring up any bad memories. But you’re right, we should enjoy our time now! Who knows how many opportunities we’ll have during the present?” Though she looked forward to a brighter tomorrow that paved the path for the future there was a part of her that enjoyed the present, the now rather than worrying about what the future held. 

At that mischievous look, she could only speculate with nervousness as to what he had in store for her. Confirmation that she had every right to be worried would come to her once it was mentioned that this was the last place she should be. That sneaky, no-good––– what has he done?! “Oh no, this is bad Mikazuki I want to see all of these shops and try every single dessert they have. I can’t believe you would bring me here!” She truly lacked self-control when it came to sweets. Her endeavors in trying to avoid the sweets would be futile as self-indulgence wins out in the end. Walking towards the streets that held all sorts of fascinating shops, Zelda would weave her way through the crowds to search for a shop where the two can relax, enjoy more desserts and talk to one another. She found him to be an excellent conversationalist, enjoying their talks. From the corner of her eye, she spots something that called for her attention. Pivoting, she faces the shop and finds that it was a small and humble looking cafe, one that had an outdoor area with cute little tables and seats with umbrellas emerging from the middle of the aforementioned table, protecting those from the sun. Deciding that she would like to spend time here (though if he refused to eat here she was not adverse to change locations elsewhere), she waves over to her newfound friend and called out to him.

“Mikazuki! Can we check out this place it looks pretty nice!”

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zel and twi link ( @ordonraised ) are both officially part of the tiny club since they’re a bunch of short gremlins 

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hyliancourage‌:

when zelda had told him about living on the surface, link had been surprised but hadn’t really thought much of it beyond ‘sounds fun’. now, looking at all the different plans that went into actually inhabiting the land … link draws back from all the papers and blueprints on the table and tries not to look as overwhelmed as he feels. was it too late to stay back up in skyloft? he blinks at the thought. speaking of …  “ what are you going to call it? ”  he asks her finally, raising his eyes so he could peer at her curiously.  “ new skyloft? or … landloft? ”  he jokes, disgustingly pleased with himself and his joke.

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Eyes dancing away from the papers and to her dear friend, she could not help but repeat the word over and over and over again within her mind. “Landloft?” Incredulous her tone had been when repeating that single word. Forthwith she relinquishes a string of bubbly giggles, it was quite the cheesy joke even this she had to admit yet she found charm in it and could not help but indulge herself by allowing amusement to wrap around her. “Link you goof! Let’s try to be a little serious about this,” she says between her laugh. Just a little was the keyword here as she truly did not mind his silly jests. It made for a good distraction from the laborious task they must put in for the lands and later colonization of it, simply put it was overwhelming but she knew that the end result would be worth it.  

Emitting a stretched out “hmm” she taps her chin with her blue gaze going skyward, she mulls over just what sort of name they should give to these lands. Calling it The Surface did not sit well with the maiden. “To be honest, it’s a little hard coming up with a name, but great minds think alike since I was thought about New Skyloft too for a split second! Now I’m thinking it has to do with the earth instead of the skies. Why not something like Land of The Gods... no that’s a mouthful. I was also thinking of Terra.” 

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iuvantesequis‌:

      ▲ While the blonde is curious about many things within this realm, none quite intrigue (and perplex) her as much as the many distant family members that seem to inhabit this city. While the nature of it all has been explain to her not only by the hero of time but by another princess, it’s still hard for the monarch to wrap her head around. Though, perhaps it’s more accurate to say that she can’t quite understand how magic could be so powerful as to pull many ancestors (and descendants, it seems) of Hyrule’s royal family into this place voluntarily… Not only that, but it worries Zelda greatly to think about in detail.

     This remains true as the princess looks at the stranger now, well aware of how familiar her presence feels to herself and the glowing mark on the back of her hand. It seems that this fact is undeniable as the stranger, too, keeps her gaze locked onto the sage, the pair of them staring intently into each other’s azure gazes… Only for the two of them to quickly realize their folly, looking away just as hastily as they had captured each other’s attention.

      ❝ … Oh! Yes; that is correct, ❞ finally the monarch answers the other girl now, striving to keep both her composure and calm facade. Regardless of this stranger’s connection to Zelda herself, it simply wouldn’t due for someone of her status and responsibility to come across as foolish!

      ❝ From what I have been told and have seen for myself… Am I to assume that you are, as well? ❞

“Aha, I knew it!” Joy at the mere prospect of encountering yet another descendant who (temporarily) resided within this metropolis triumphs over any logical thoughts that dictated her to explain to the princess who she was and where she came from in order to reassure any confusing thoughts. She knew that ‘pon meeting with the other monarch, confusion had most definitely plagued the spirit maiden yet her ancestor was able to take the situation in stride. Truly, wisdom could not have picked a better bearer than she. Briefly, does she wonder whether or not she’s met the other princess. Whether or not she met with the Link that came from a time further down the line. She saves those questions for a little bit. Whether or not she possessed a piece of the Triforce (a concept she never thought would happen as she believed the thing would remain whole). However, this question already had the answer she was searching for, the golden light indicating that she possessed a fragment of the power of the gods. Though she had already resolved to protect this Zelda (so she assumes that’s her name) due to the fact that they were technically family, the fact that she had the Triforce would only further fuel this desire.  

She most certainly was right in her assumption and the inclination of her head along with a small “mhm,” would suffice well enough for an answer before speaking once more. 

“It may sound... a little strange but I’m from the same lands. Just not... from the same era. I think I might be before your time. It’s weird, I know! Trust me, I was a bit confused when I first learned about this. But it seems like whoever is in control of this place can take us from different timelines.” Judging from her previous inquiry, the lands went by the name Hyrule much like Link and the other Princess Zelda had spoken about. “I’m Zelda! Erm, I can only guess that your name is Zelda as well? Unless I’m wrong in that, heehee.” 

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venatorio‌:

Empty was the Church, but something like that didn’t surprise Richter. Especially with his time, it felt like people were coming to churches less and less these days. Most people did not come to the holy sight to pray illnesses away, now that they had put their faith in medicine and the likes. Prayers were done at home, in the comfort of one’s house. It was a little sad, but there was that tiny part of him that couldn’t help but think ‘good riddance’, for what they had done to his family.

     “I know a little bit about the God that rules this place,      but… Admittedly, I still know very little. I don’t come in      this ward often, but I guess I still find myself drawn to      holy places.”

Even if the Belmonts are excommuned and had a rocky relationship with religion, being able to use holy magic and weapons had caused Richter to unintentionally draw himself to these kinds of places. Cerulean eyes glanced back towards the woman, a soft smile on his face.

     “It is rather pretty. I could say it’s even prettier than the      churches back home. Though… Despite being drawn to      these places instinctively, I don’t find myself going to      church that often. Guess it happens when your family      avoids them… and the people inside.”

But he could dwell on that thought another day. The hunter took a step forward to speak her, just so his voice wouldn’t echo off of the walls that much.

     “Are you new around here? I don’t think I’ve seen you      before. My name’s Richter Belmont.”

“Yes! I actually just arrived here, hee hee, I guess it’s pretty obvious since I don’t know too much about this city or the people. It’s a pleasure to meet you, I’m Zelda!”

His words were rather surprising to hear and it brings a spark of questioning to her. Back home, the temples dedicated to the gods offered a sense of tranquility, a sense of protection. The Sealed Temple once thrived with her people back when darkness razed the earth leaving behind a sense of despair, once when she had walked the earth as a goddess, leaving behind a trail of golden divinity in her wake. Though her fickle memories were in fact muddled, always there yet out of reach for her to fully remember as her time when she was Hylia, she can recollect with clarity of the time when her temple granted protection. She could not answer all of her people’s prayers nevertheless she’d protect them with all of her might. Therefore, she found it a bit curious, not strange but curious as to why he and his family would avoid places that gave sanctuary back in her world, perhaps things were different in his she concludes. Yet she did not want to simply assume to satisfy her curiosities, her mind craves for knowledge of all sorts, she wanted to know the answer. Though worry overcomes Zelda in asking her question, that flicker of curiosity ignited for her to ask it regardless. 

“I’m finding myself liking this place more and more, it sort of reminds me of home. But why do you and your family avoid places like this? Oh! If you don’t mind me asking, you don’t have to answer if you don’t want to.”  

[isolaradiale]

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