Dec 25, 2025
NINE THINGS THAT DESCRIBE YOUR MUSE'S INNER WORLD
Find nine obscure images that remind you of your muse's unyielding emotional torment... or joy!
tagged by: @thetenthman
tagging: anyone! steal it, tag me if you wanna.
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NINE THINGS THAT DESCRIBE YOUR MUSE'S INNER WORLD
Find nine obscure images that remind you of your muse's unyielding emotional torment... or joy!
tagged by: @thetenthman
tagging: anyone! steal it, tag me if you wanna.
I weep
It’s not wrong.
How adorable are you?
Hylia, Biblically Accurate Form: …Pardon?
Astor, with a lifted brow: An interesting choice of words.
Ganondorf: You may not.
Demise: There is much you can’t comprehend.
Rhoam: Oh? That is perhaps not the wisest thing to say to a king, but I admire your bravery.
Revali: HUMPH. That should be FAR higher.
Sonia: Oh, my. That is quite the statement, indeed.
Link, hesitating: …*opens arms for a very awkward and short hug, but at least they seem pleased?*
How adorable are you?
“Eh…!?”
It’s Zelda’s wedding day! Do you—
A) Congratulate her
B) Offer to help her run away from the wedding
C) Write a note in her guest book
D) Make a poorly-timed confession
E) Other
📜for Rhoam, Revali, and/or Sonia :3
|| Incorrect Quotes ||
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"What if they kissed?" [ for puppet zelda too 😈 ]
"What if they kissed?"
"Link..."
It was a voice very much like hers; pitched in concern, like hers, all eloquent rolls and soft edges, like hers. So very, very close to her.
"Oh, Link..."
Even those hands, slender and soft and sweet, were a near perfect mimicry. They brushed back strands of his hair and ghosted over fresh wounds, just as she would do in throws of fretting—are you hurt, Link? Let me see, Link—
So very close to her, but Princess Zelda, the real Princess Zelda, never once straddled herself atop his lap.
Well. A puppet could take a few liberties here and there.
She hushed him, turned his chin to her while his weakened body slumped back, leaned down closer to the spot on his chest where the malice rotted his flesh.
"Didn't I tell you?" But she sounded so gentle, so worried, so loving, so kind, so close to her whilst being so close to him, "As brave as you are, that does not make you immortal."
Her fingernails dug into the wounds edges until it made each nerve scream and burn anew.
"Does it hurt?" Tilted brows, dipped lips, such compassionate eyes. "What if I..."
The skin tore as she pulled and clawed.
"Shhh," the hushing returned, lips against his forehead, fingers in his hair, "It's alright. It's alright..."
More.
"Shhh...don't move..."
More.
"I'm here..."
Until new blood escaped through fresh slits, wetting her delicate fingers, staining the white of her gown as her lips moved to his temple, his cheek, grazing the edge of his lips.
"I'm here," she said, and with those two words, the likeness of her voice was gone, replaced with scratching and heat and a thick layer of amusement that seeped into Link's muffled scream as she captured his mouth against hers, the tear of his wound spreading like a thin piece of parchment.
She tossed back her head, and laughed.