#hyelia

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do you think you could do a redesign of junko or mukuro? :3

alright first post!

I’ve had this design for-fucking-ever its just hard for me to execute through digital art lmao

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.•°* ＴＨＥ ＬＥＧＥＮＤ ＯＦ ＺＥＬＤＡ ┆ “ accepting  /  @hyelia

“You—what makes you happy? I wonder… what makes you happy… does it make others happy too?”

𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐕𝐄, 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓 !    ——-    as undeniably,    she’s left speechless.  For once,   the princess finds herself rendered out of words and witty remarks.   What is that made her happy ?    she wonders.       her people,  perhaps ?    the bittersweet memory of a father long lost to tragedy and betrayal ?   no.    for that one surely was nothing but a sad requiem,   the memoria of her parents bring no solace,  only brimming anger towards he who had taken their love from her.   

   ❛    sadly,   princess ...    ❜      the imp begins    ❛     what make you and i happy,  becomes irrelevant when you are bound and obligated to see for others    ❜     the tune of her voice is low,   almost serene     ❛     it’s a pity it cost me so much in order for me to realize that     ❜      selfish acts,   punished,   all lost,   now the princess of twilight will die trapped in this body that’s been chosen for her.   

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              ⦑ @hyelia ⦒

THE     ART     OF     EMBROIDERY   ,          OF     STITCH     WORK          &          KNOTTING          &          THREADS   ,          like     a     second     skin          /          an     extended     limb   ,          a     habitual     pattern     as     intrinsic     as     holding     a     sword   .          sown     into     marrow     is     tender     compassion          /          though     too     is     it     lacquered     with     a     coat     of     vigor          &          fervor          (     this     hand     that     is     innate     with     celestial     patronage          /          this     hand     that     wields     𝐠𝐨𝐝   -  𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭     reparation   ,          too     wields     prodigious     ruin  !          )          subsumed     all     ‘neath     callous     yet     impartial     palms          /          manic     iron   -  barred     belligerence          /          can     you     feel     the     war     that     courses     in     his     veins   ,          the     bellicose     drumming     that     is     his     pulse     beneath     your     fingertips  ?

not     even     a     glance     is     pardoned   ,          though     they     entwine   ,          these     cloudless     skies     still     dark     as     𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭     below     the     sun   .          all     is     at     stand  -  still   .          not     even     the     wind     seems     to     blow     though     the     tall     grass     moves   ,          swaying   ,          swaying     but     to     where   ?          

‘o     how     he     is     all     blade   ,          all     sword          &          spear          &          knife   .          immovable     as     ol’     yet     broad     sequoia   ;          this     man     can     fall     in     as     similar     a     manner   .          ❛          i     don’t     think     anything     is     out     this     far     yet   .          ❜          but     time     would     tell   .          this     certainty     is     not     for     himself     ——     -          &          if     there     is     even     a     glimmering     fear   ,          find     it     not     in     his     ushering     steps   .          ❛          we     have     to     find     a     way     to     hear     from     the     others...          see     how     they’re     holding     up     to     move     on     from     there   .          take     that     time     to     rest   .          ❜