#prxince

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mostly for @prxince since apparently conny calling kids disgraces finally got somewhere past link ( aka @royalnintendean )

this of course has a follow up of fuck no from conny but whatever 

transparent version under cut

i spent too long on this.

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and last doodle post i sinned and ended up trying to come up with kid designs for conrad ( @prxince ) n link like.. yesterday or something

anyway im doing replies i promise

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i actually forgot to post these here jeez ok so i like drawing @prxince’s muse so thats who mister braid man is and then theres link ofc

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prxince replied to your post:       How come he doesn’t get to dance.

“I’d rather dance with Ganondorf.”

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@prxince continued from here

     He wasn’t sure if it was something he’d eaten, or if perhaps something that someone had slipped into the punch - the latter might have been somewhat ironic, if only because such stunts were something that Link was often the one to pull. The blond had been behaving himself, surprisingly, keeping entertained with the dance rather than by causing trouble for once.

     Or at least, such had been the case until the boy started feeling poorly.

     Truthfully, Link did feel somewhat bad for upchucking all over the teacher who had been trying to help him. The boy might have actually apologized if he hadn’t been trying to remain standing, for his head was spinning and he felt more than a tad bit unsteady.

     “Asifa...” Truthfully, the young man didn’t even realize that he wasn’t speaking in the common tongue now, the slip being an accidental one as he teetered. Goddess, he definitely needed to get off his feet...

     “'Aetaqid 'annani fi hajat 'iilaa ... tastalqi ...” And his brother - suddenly, Link very much wished that his older brother was nearby. It made him feel better, knowing that his sibling was nearby when things like this happened, but at the moment, Gan was nowhere in sight.

     The boy groan, allowing the teacher to help him away from the hectic area, doing his best to remain focused. So much for having fun today - it seemed more like he might end up having to go back to his dorm.

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@prxince

“Conny! C-Conny, Conny- Please, I-It was a joke, I-I got th'pic.. Pick-up line f-from someone at T-Telma’s bar, I’d never be- Bet money on ya, n’ y'know it! C.. Co-Conny, really..!”

        He was running after the Prince of Hyrule, and then managed to stand in front of him, gloved hands grabbing the other’s shoulders before he could move away. The hero’s blue eyes shone in the light, and he could feel how much talking was making his throat burn- But he’d already fucked up enough today. Sure, this wasn’t going to guarantee a thing, but apologizing to his friend and trying to salvage what little bond they had to Conrad was a step in the right direction.

“I.. I.. Uhm. I di-did m-mean it on th'o-other stuff, th.. Though. We could.. Could go t.. T'lake Hylia, n'I co-could catch y'some.. Some fish.. I-If y'like f.. Fish.”

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"If you do this, they will never stop being afraid of you."

       “Do you think I want  them to stop?           Fear! Fear in their eyes is bliss    !          Nothing is sweeter than a mortal’s          pain!   I welcome their attempts to          make  me     s       t       o       p. “

   his voice was  a purr, a  teasing taunt for  those who thought   of him as the  bringer of  bad dreams,  their  living nightmare.    ghirahim  minded  none, he enjoyed the smell of fear mortals   brought to the air. it made battle all the more  e n j o y a b l e.