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[skullishtrickster-blog]

64:Do you think Valentine's Day is overrated?

“No way! It’s great watching people’s crushed faces as they get shot down,” Skull Kid snickered, “though I don’t understand why people get so crazy about it - love is an unnecessary, fake thing in the end.”

[the-mirrored-hero]

The Mirror Blinked

@ofxlegend

Darkness is all he would know and ever know. He is every sin he is not. He is his every temptation and flaw. He is created out of all that is impure of him. He is born once so that he may live forever. His burden is living, his curse is time, while his gift is life, and his friend is time. Though his existence had just begun, he felt... desolate.

And hot. He definitely felt hot.

The dark persona grimaced and pulled at the collar of his tunic, hoping to air it out and spare him at least some of this damned heat. Crimson eyes scanned the room he found himself in. If he had a childhood, he would have been amused by the fact that the floor was quite literally lava. Instead he silently questioned if the Goddess designed this place with the purpose of it being inhabitable. Perhaps this was her twisted way of a joke-- Summon him here of all places. Was it the Goddess, he wondered? No matter, best he grew used to this temple, his assigned home. The Hero’s mirror grimaced and delve into his fiery palace.

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Perhaps his favorite place in the temple was where there was no flames at all. The spring was soothing; something about the water made him feel more at home than the rest of all that he has seen. The fairies at the far end of the spring avoided the personified darkness, as if his very aura repelled them.

He looked up to the statue of Goddess Hylia. The one and only thing that unnerved him about the spring was Her constant presence. He couldn’t help his bitterness toward the Goddess. Every passing day he asked her why he existed, and every time, she never answers.

“Why do I exist?”

No answer.

His teeth clench. Her silence angered him.

He unsheathed the black-hilt sword as he scowled, pressing the blade against her stone neck. 

A moment passed and he decidedly lowered his arm, but the anger still burned.

[skullishtrickster-blog]

@ofxlegend​ continued from here

“Ok ok you got me! I don’t feel that bad about it more of a ‘y’know maybe I shouldn’t have tried to make the moon fall on a small town’ feeling.’ But I wouldn’t do it again! probably.” 

He puffed his cheeks out in a pout. This whole ‘trying to be a better person’ thing was really tiring wasn’t it?

[noxxxi-blog1]

❀- A dream/desire

❀- A dream/desire

Aside from the obvious, Ghirahim wishes to be able to relate to someone. He truly is all alone and feels like there is no one who could ever understand what he is going through. He just wants someone that can say, “Hey, I know how that feels.

[bendrownedxcyberghost]

♬

Send me a ♬ and I’ll shuffle my iTunes and whatever song pops up, I’ll use the first line as the starter.

“Time is running out.” Ben murmured as he gazed up at the sky.

What was he talking about? Even he didn’t really know, he just felt that time was running out in some way although he couldn’t quite pinpoint exactly why.

[oblivioni-tradidit-blog]

|| @ofxlegend || Greeter ||

Link stretched as he walked towards Castle Town, aiming to go to Bartholt’s shop to sell the treasures he’d collected while hunting monsters. As he walked he looked through his bag, counting what he had in there. Sixteen monster claws of different types, four Keese fangs, a Lizalfos tail...

“Oof.” The boy grunted as he bumped into someone, cursing himself in his head a bit for not paying attention, “Sorry...” He mumbled, shifting a bit on his feet.

[thedemonkingganon]

☼

“He fell asleep in a forest filled with dangerous monsters..... and this is the hero hyrule looks up to.” He almost laughed and kicked his side “Wake up.”

[daemonlordghirahim]

@ofxlegend "Boy!" The Demon Lord hissed, narrowing his eyes to examine the figure in front of him. "Insolent child. What are you doing here?" Ghirahim snapped his fingers to summon a blade, black like shadows, as deep and dark as if it was sucking the very light from the air around it. "Do you wish for me to fight you? Or...?" He left the statement unfinished, sword carefully levelled to defend against a sudden attack.