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hey old partners!! if you still follow me here, you can follow me on my new  blog  ->  @forzia!!

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Just as a thought, I was thinking about MM gameplay today. I realized that in every single level someone dies before you can save them. You gain the deku mask from the butler's son. The goron mask from Darmani and the Zora from Mikau's corpse. Only when you reach Ikana, the VALLEY OF DEATH, are you able to finally save Pamela's father, whom is being consumed by death. 

Food for thought.

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( MALON. )

    Jubilation lifted her rosy cheeks into a gleeful smile. The filly and boy were the only friends Malon rightfully called her own. The other children in Castle Town were enjoyable to be with but Link’s company was coveted. Endless days of honest work made her an eager participant in conversation and she positively beamed when he answered her. 

   “Oh will you?” both hands flew to her mouth as she bent at the knees briefly. His world was so much bigger than hers and she wished to talk. Mister Ingo tended to wave her off and her father usually slept throughout the day. Malon reveled in the knowledge that he’d respond to her when she spoke to him. 

    “Great, I’ll feed you. We’ve been real well! One of the horses is with foal, she’ll be havin’ it in springtime,” Malon hoped that he would be there to see it. She reached up to the doorknob and cast a quick glance over her shoulder. “Well you tell me where you’ve been?”

                A foal, huh? He followed her close, ears twitching at the sounds of neighing horses and groaning dairy cows. He'd found that Lon Lon Ranch had two VERY distinct smells-- the smell of the tilled earth and of animal droppings. The Cuckoos chirped in their usual, loud fashion, and Link kept his DISTANCE from them. He'd come to understand their underestimated and VIOLENT nature. Aye, but they were necessary evils, no? 

                He jammed his hands in his pockets, looking around for the tall and thin Mr. Ingo. The man was somewhat of a character and Link had gotten to 'know' his worst side as an adult. It was strange and somewhat funny, the way power could corrupt the most ignorant of folk. But it seemed that everything worked out in the end after-all. 

                ‘  Where I've been? Oh, just around. Nowhere special.  ’  LIAR. She'll figure it out one day.  ‘  Most ofthe time you can find me across the river, in Kakoriko. That place is still being built, so they can always use an extra hand. No matter how small. --What's for lunch?  ’  

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( RICHTER. )

             x. “eggs, hm?” what an odd prerequisite he thinks, likewise looking out towards the observatory in the midst of the ocean waves. this would be far simpler with aqua’s assistance, seeing as how this was her element in every way. too bad she was the object of his search.

             his feet are still secured in damp sand, arms crossed just beneath his chest while taking in the immediate environment. there was some rundown house & broken down walls .. . didn’t seem like anyone’s come through in a long while. despite the boy’s frustration, the redhead isn’t deterred. words became far more valuable when their breaths clouded the end of a blade — he wasn’t beyond using force when reason wouldn’t withstand.

             whatever was necessary, he’d execute with all due haste. “just how many of these eggs are there?” didn’t matter. were they in different locations? if they needed a boat .. . and these gerudo that he’d been briefed. he wasn’t one to be haughty, but not one to be underestimated. & even though he asks, his gaze darts over to an opening just off to his left that leads to a larger inlet. from here, the sounds of rushing water is faint beneath the sound of gently crashing waves.

                    Right. He'd FORGOTTEN just how few words Richter tended to give out. Link had a feeling he could divulge the meaning of life ( not that he knew it ) and get back a sentence in return. But there were quiet people in the world and, honestly, Link had been ONE of them. Company made him talk, whether it was a fairy or an actual person. It brought him back to reality and made things, for a little while, BEARABLE.

                    Straightening out his tunic, he made sure to take in his surroundings once again. The ocean... strange, to think that this was his FIRST time being at a beach. Not the first time to this particular spot, no, but as a whole. Hyrule had no waters like this, and now Link saw it as a dirty, murky watersource filled with nothing but problems and MONSTERS. Just another day at work, he supposed.

                     ‘  Six, I think. --No, seven. I got three a few, uh, days ago.  ’ Well, it wasn't a LIE. The other four were in that damned fortress, under heavy protection of the guards. He knew of only one real way in; there was a loose panel of painted wood at the bottom of the pool to the right. --Ah, but letting things on like that... that would be bad, right? How could he possibly explain a ten year old coming all this way just to hunt pirates? Let alone going that far alone. He followed Richter's gaze to the left, one brow raising in an inquisitive fashion. Maybe it would be better to let him figure things out for himself. Maybe, around other Zoras, it wouldn't be so HARD... 

                    ‘  There's supposed to be a settlement THAT WAY. We should probably check it out. Your friend could be there. Zora Cape. ’

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      I finished my new theme! So consider this a starter call! Don’t worry about mixing verses. I can create one specifically for your character without any issues. 

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“Captain Sir! May I take leave, sir?”

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( MALON. )

    Hair as bright and brilliant as the falling leaves blew in the wind and the rancher’s daughter turned. The child had replaced her kerchief with a shawl of the same color to wrap around her shoulders.   “Oh,” airily Malon breathed and her mouth split into a wide smile. “Oh! It’s you!” a cheerful sing-song tone left her lips and she raced over to the boy. Her hands clasped one of his own. “It’s starin’ to get cold, I was hopin’ I’d see you. I was hopin’! Won’tcha come in? I got some warm milk and other things for us t’eat and I’m real, real, real happy to see you again.”

                     She reminded him of Autumn. Like the way Summer died off and turned all those leaves red and orange and gold. But those were all brittle things, and Link knew her hair to be soft, healthy. With a slight hop he dismounted the sorrel-coloured pony, messy yellow-blond strands glinting against the beastly hue of his eyes. He looked older ( Yes, he knew. PAIN did that to a person. It changed them. It made them ache. It made them BLEED... ) than he had,and perhaps he truly had GROWN. It would be a nice change from the memories he held. Something in between. 

                    ❝  Hey, Malon. ❞  He waved her off before turning, finally to see her. He of course could recognize the sound of her voice. She was always singing. Maybe not CONSCIOUSLY, but her voice carried that way.( Didn’t it? He could be wrong. But her ‘talking’ voice was soft and sweet. ) At least, to Link it did. She had a very pleasant voice!  ❝  Yeah, Milk would actually be great. I'm starving... how've things been with your father?  ❞

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               ———- “ DEAD as the night life, hindsight, watching another mistake.                               You never feel right, long nights following into the DAY ”

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                     Ah how shameless – the way these  m o r t a l s  blame the gods.   From us alone they say come all their miseries, yes, but they themselves with their own reckless ways compound their PAINS beyond their proper share.   Men are so quick to blame the gods: they say that we devise their misery.   But they themselves- in their depravity- design grief greater than the griefs that FATE  assigns.   Yea, and if some god shall  w r e c k  m e  in the wine-dark deep, even so I will endure…   For already have I suffered full much, and much have I toiled in perils of waves and war.  Let this be added to the tale of those.  

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-- starter for @ignisxxfatuus  ;;

               It was GREAT and all, that he could pretend he knew exactly what he was doing at any point in time. But 'tired' was becoming an understatement and EXHAUSTED the new reality. Further and further his mood slid, dropping into the empty pits of his stomach. Though it was true he rarely stopped to think of himself. It'd been the same in Hyrule. A two-day climb to the top of Death Mountain hadn't been filled with rest stops and little picnics on the outcroppings of rock and steel. The green-clad elf, however, was not alone. Neither knew why the other had come so far, not yet anyway, given only the most VAGUE of explanations for their journey.·

              Too-blue eyes took in the sight of the sea, knees soaked to the bone from wading in that murky, pirrahna-infested water. He swallowed hard, looking out at the observatory. He'd never been able to get close enough to those eggs. A pirate's sword was nearly twice his body length, and now-- FINALLY, now, he might get that shot. But things would have to be discussed, of course. Maturely. Without any of that... freaking out, business. Right? Yeah. It'd go well. Just think positive.

                            ah...·Right.

              ❝  The only way to get to the water temple is to get those eggs. But it’s not like that guy’s going to be any damn help.  ❞ said Link, his frustration quite clear. He sighed, the sound grandios and DRAMATIC, rare for him but true to his ire.  ❝ I really·don’t want to get close enough to one of those women again to take a photograph. But I don’t see any way around it. ❞

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           --- STARTER CALL!! Previous relationships will still be kept in tact. I have a pretty good memory. 

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         laughs nervously.

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           I know you're sick of me going on hiatus-- believe me, same here. But I've deleted four other blogs in the past few hours from the stress of roleplay (one of which had 1100 followers and had been my 'main account' for nearly a year) and the grotesque nature of anon hate. I do not want to delete Link-- this game series means the world to me. I need to re-evaluate my priorities, seeing as how this has stressed me out to an incredible length, and I will return on Link when I feel comfortable enough to do so. It might be a week, two weeks, a month. But I will be coming back. I hope all of you will be willing to stick around until then, but if not, I understand. Waiting really does suck. 

                                                      WITH INTENT TO RETURN.

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❝ Did you ever realize how messy your hair was? ❞

MEME.   milkmxid.

        " Well, yeah. That's kind of why I keep it tied up when I wear a hat.            Otherwise I pull it off and it just goes everywhere. I'd cut if if I            had the time, but who does anymore? "

    Then again, now he really did have all the time in the world. He'd still not taken a blade to the long strands of blond that were braided behind his ears, but he also wasn't sure if he could bring himself to shred them.

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❝ Believe in your strengths…believe. ❞

MEME. sovrxna. SMASH.

         Somehow, he felt as though he'd heard that BEFORE. But at least in a sweet tournament like this, he coul afford to be a little more loose. One hand reached up to scratch through a patch of blond hair, lips curling into a wry smile. This was Peach, right? -- Kinda pretty, in fact. He thought he'd seen her and Zelda talking earlier before the fifth match. 

                        "  I think I'm doing pretty good already, but I can try harder. "

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gxnro

    ' Y'know, mayyybe its not such a good idea if I let you.       You might turn into something weird. What if you're        too big? '

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--I have a bunch of novella drafts right now. Like this for something short!/banter!