☣ MIPHA's GRACE ☣

"I beseech you, Vah Ruta, in our hour of need... lend me your power!"

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"Together, for all of Hyrule!" Indie Mipha from Breath of the Wild // HW; AOC Lovingly written by Ghosty Low/sparse activity. 21+ Only Semi-Selective. Interactions with Mutuals only. Canon-Divergent Friendly! AUS accepted! Other fandoms accepted! Para - Novella { Mirror Writer }

RULES II ABOUT II VERSES II HEADCANONS

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I spent an ABSURD amount of time fixing and redrawing Link's face over and over 😵‍💫

anyway next time I'll hopefully be sharing the finished piece instead of another wip 😅

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Mipha sees a river Zora for the first time. It is super effective!

"!!! W-Wow.... So handsome....!"

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Share Your Favorite Icon Of Your Muse ! Show us the pretttty!

Oh! Let's see! If I had to think about it, I would say it's this one;

She looks so precious when she's smiling and looking so happy! That's all I could ever want for her. இ௰இ Mipha deserves the world and more~

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❦ ❦. I mean

❦. and also

And ❦

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Send a ❦ if you'd consider shipping our muses.

Oh my goodness, yes!! Please! I can't get enough of that height/size difference! They would be so precious together.

A total power couple tbh!

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Send a ❦ if you'd consider shipping our muses.

bonus if you add a type of ship you’d like them to be or a thread idea for our muses.

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What is something you've lost? Did you ever find it again?

It's the way he looks at her when she's not looking back, or the way he searches for her in a crowded room and runs to her aide when needed; the care and devotion he puts into her wellbeing and how he would do anything for her. It's the way he loves her unconditionally. Why couldn't it be me?

Something she had lost... Was it ever hers to begin with?

"Uhm, next... next question, please."

[kassical]

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Were you afraid to become a Champion?

"Yes." She says plainly. It was a matter of fact. One she cannot deny.

She looks out towards her domain and sighs, gaze regarding her home with a twinge of sadness as she cups a fist against her chest.

There is a heaviness inside of her, but she knows she cannot let it consume her. For despite her fears, she had hope.

"But I wouldn't trade my position for anything else in the world. I know my duty is to Hyrule, and if it means stopping the calamity from destroying so many lives, then I will do it time and time again." She says, bolden by her decision. There is fear in her heart, and there always will be, but that fear was swayed; knowing that she had her fellow champions at her side, as well as a knight whom she trusts with her life, a princess she was willing to lay down her life for, and an angel watching over her. With them, she felt she could do anything.

She is afraid, yes, but she is unyielding.

Should something happen to her, she knew she could trust her people to do the right thing.

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Just finished cleaning out my followers list! I unfollowed any inactive accounts or ones who were no longer mutuals with me. If I unfollowed you in error (like it was a sideblog of yours), let me know and I'll refollow! (*/ω＼*) I tried my best to look at pinned posts to make sure they were sideblogs I was mutuals with, but some could have fell through the cracks.

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this is a social experiment reblog this if u were rping on tumblr before 2016

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In response to x leading to x || @vahrutasgrace

For the first time in an eternity, Pit experiences a fleeting moment of authentic happiness in Hyrule's vast and often somber land. This joy, however, is a rare and precious gem amidst the looming shadows of the impending Calamity. He mustn't forget his role as Palutena's Captain, even in these brief moments. Yet, he can't help but be Pit, the friend, the champion… He's aware that he's deceiving himself and everyone else, allowing the illusion of belonging to their group to take hold.

The Captain was pleasantly surprised when Mipha agreed to spend time together. Their bond, which had grown stronger amidst the tribulations of battle, had come a long way since their first meeting. The Captain had humbly asked the Zora Princess if he could accompany her on a tour of Vah Ruta, the Divine Beast she was destined to pilot. Both Champions cherished every moment of the day, starting with a rigorous training session in the morning, followed by a gratifying dinner with Mipha's father and younger brother. As the day drew close, they found themselves alone on top of Vah Ruta, watching the breathtaking sunset. Pit presented two goblets filled with a bottled beverage gifted to him by Urbosa earlier that week.

As they gathered for their usual evening gathering, the surprise of Mipha's alcohol patience became evident. Despite being accustomed to Urbosa's high-quality liquor, Mipha seemed to be handling her drinks quite well. However, the subtle signs of intoxication began to emerge, hinting that the alcohol was starting to take effect. It was evident that the Captain had not reached that point yet, but it seemed likely that after another cup, he might begin to feel the alcohol's influence.

"I'd have to disagree-icus, Princess. The term you're speaking of is Hubris. Where I'm from, Pride is knowing what we have accomplished and freely acknowledging that we have done it. Regarding matters of the Heart-icus, I think you'd be surprised-icus... if you gave this prideful person a chance."

His response contained no hint of snark or smugness, only an air of confidence forged over centuries of adventures, failures, dangers, and victories. Pit recalled Mipha's father speaking about Zora's extensive lifespan during dinner… maybe she'll understand what he means one day. As the night pressed on, both exchanged thoughts, feelings, and memories cup after cup… Pit couldn't help but find himself captivated by every word left from such soft, kissable lips. He enjoyed conversing with the Princess. She challenged him, and he challenged her, yet they always seemed to come to an understanding, a connection that transcended words. Her beauty was a sight to behold, and he couldn't help but admire her from outside and within. Pit knew this feeling—it was the equivalent of falling in love, knowing it would end in heartbreak.

Despite this, he let Mipha trust her vulnerability to him as she cuddled against him. It was enough to make Pit's heart dance. The blush reaching the tip of his ears was not from the firewater. Her body grew heavier, and he adjusted, allowing Mipha to comfortably fall asleep against him. He wrapped a wing around her and his arm, keeping her close and safe. He really wanted to kiss the top of her head.

The Captain of Angels had not anticipated Mipha's unexpected slumber induced by the lingering effects of the alcohol. Despite this unforeseen circumstance, he carefully guided both their bodies to the concert surface of Vah Ruta. Concerned for Mipha's comfort, Pit spread a large wing onto the floor beneath her, ensuring she had a soft and protective space to rest. As he gazed upon her peaceful visage with his Caribbean blue eyes, he couldn't help but marvel at her beauty. Her skin felt incredibly soft to his touch, and he found himself captivated by the allure of her lips. Each time he swallowed the lump in his throat, he fought an overwhelming urge to lean in closer.

In his homeworld, any opportunist would have taken advantage of such a moment, claiming it an uncontrollable act of passion. They might have stolen a swift, seemingly innocent, and romantic kiss. But to Pit, such an action would have been a disservice to someone as wonderful as Mipha. He believed that she deserved a heartfelt and passionate embrace that was earned the right way, not through easy or impulsive means. His internal struggle was tangible, yet he found contentment in simply watching her, his gaze filled with tenderness and adoration.

'Your hands in mine till it's overTake all of me; it was never mine I can finally breathe when you're close cuz-'

"You're like a breath of fresh air on a summer night..."

He whispers love confessions she'll never hear as he gently reaches out to caress Mipha's flushed cheeks with his knuckles. Unbeknownst to the Twitterpated Captain, Mipha is caught up in fantasies that exceed his wildest dreams.

"... P-Pit... P-Please...!"

....Huh?

Was Mipha having an erotic dream… and was it about.. him? The way she is breathing heavily, with the most beautiful hymns escaping from her delicate lips, causes Pit's entire body to blush. Goosebumps on his arms trailed to his wings, fluffed up in surprise. This seemed to be a test from Lord Eros and Lord Priapus, taunting and teasing his will as if giving signs to take her. The thoughts come flooding in, with images reeling in his mind—enticing seduction and alluring desires cause him to breathe heavily as well while watching Mipha writhe in dreamy, wanton need.

One look from you is all it takes My lips on yours, no better taste Let's not throw it away Your skin is perfect to the touch I can't get enough

Cuz baby, I’m all in If you really want it I'll give you everything I got Your hands in mine till it's over Take all of me; it was never mine

Captain Pit gently removes his hand from Mipha's warm cheek and swallows hard as he uses his other wing to cover himself. He groans as he feels his shorts becoming uncomfortably tight. He silently concludes that he will have to deal with this alone later tonight, maybe after a cold shower, as much as desire begs otherwise. His breathing remains heavy, but he jolts when Mipha abruptly awakes.

"..... P-Pit...? Are you... a-alright?"

Gods, she's so beautiful; even when she's adorably embarrassed, she's still putting others before herself... He slightly flinches, feeling a painful throb between his legs. He mentally thanks Palutena for covering himself with his wing before she woke up. Pit nervously bites the corner of his lower lip, struggling to find the right words. Despite feeling most of his blood flow shifting from one head to another, he clears his throat and sits up next to her. He keeps himself covered, his face flushed and sweat dribbling down his neck.

"Y-yeah. I am," he lied. "Um, we should probably head back. I'm sure your father is wondering where you are. Y-you go on ahead; I'll catch up."

[vahrutasgrace]

Making you the Patron Saint of;

RELICS;

Patron saint of remembering. patron saint of holding something close. patron saint of holding on for too long. for a saint, a relic is often a part of the body, kept for some physical memento of their holiness. they are all in your hands, now: does it feel like remembrance? does it feel sanctified? are the dust and blood as precious as they're supposed to be?

[triforce-princess]

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"Mnnn..."

She rolls onto her side, facing the captain as she sleeps beside him. Hands tucked under her head for comfort, she looks peaceful.

But what the captain doesn't know, is that her dreams are plagued by the thought of him. Whether she was influenced by their conversation, his alluring scent of incense and spices, his warmth, or the alcohol, she doesn't know. Nor does she have the ability to consider such thoughts when she was lost to the fantasies her mind delivers to her.

The alcohol had helped her relax and fall asleep, but as the hours grew late, she grows ever more restless.

"... P-Pit..." She moans despite herself, her face skewing into a look of what could only be described as... pleasure. Red tinted lips part, another gasp escaping her as she shivers from whatever touch she was experiencing in her dreams, her grip tangling into the bedsheets beneath her and holding it like it was the only thread keeping her from being sent over the edge. "... P-Please...!"

His strong and powerful hands are on her, once that can wield and pluck a bow the same way he was strumming her heart. His touch explorative and gentle across her scales that shiver with each smoothing caress. His lips warm and inviting. He kisses her uncovered neck and she moans again, the sensitivity almost startling her into jolts and twitches. There is new jewelry, no armor. Only them.

His touch turns into a feather he plucks from his angelic wings and uses the softness to caress her scales. Across her chest and down towards her arousal. The tendrils between her legs start to slip out from the wetness developing between her legs, beckoning him to explore deeper within her temple.

She moans again, unaware of the boy she was dreaming about laying alongside her, and even more unaware that he was awake... watching her. Not until his dream-self adjusts, abandons the feather, and props up her body, legs thrown over his shoulders. Her tendrils dance and seek for him, urging him closer by caressing the tip of his erection the closer it nears towards her.

Then he plunges inside and she startles awake.

What was once a moan strangles into a gasp of shock as she sits upright, eyes widen and a blush spreading across her face. Any inebriation is now gone, replaced with the sobering memories of her lip locked and tangled with Pit like lovers.

A hand lifts, covering her mouth as the blush spreads across her cheeks, matching the redness of her scales.

Embarrassed by her own folly, she sheepishly turns towards the boy next to her and finds that he was awake and... oddly breathing heavily? She blinks, and slowly lowers her hand from her mouth.

"..... P-Pit...? Are you... a-alright?" She asks, though she knew it was a question she should have been asking herself instead.

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🔥& - 🔥

For each  ‘ 🔥 ‘  I receive, my muse will admit one thing that turns them on For each  ‘ -🔥 ‘ , they’ll admit one thing that turns them off

Hiccup!

"Mn." She bats her eyes and looks down at her empty cup. She almost forgot how strong the alcohol from Gerudo Town was and should have known better than to allow herself the fall victim to its delicious taste. It was far too easy to go overboard when the taste was obscured by sweetness, and in the company of a good friend, it was even easier to get lost in conversation and forget how many cups of wine she had gone through.

The question was one she didn't consider often, but when liquid courage was involved, she wasn't afraid to stop and think about it. She hardly blushes either.

".... Strength." She replies wistfully, sighing as she props her chin in an open palm, her elbow resting upon her thigh. Looking out into the horizon, she can't resist thinking about blonde hair and striking blue eyes... curves and a pretty face... She shakes her head. "I love someone who knows their own strength and isn't afraid to use it. Yet, knows how to be delicate when the time is right for it."

She turns to look back at Pit with an inebriated stare. Her eyes half-lidded and tired. She smiles lazily.

"As for what I don't like, I suppose it's when one's strength turns into pride. A prideful warrior means putting their army in harm's way, for they are the last to admit when to stand down. That could mean the same in the bedroom if a lover is being prideful-- They don't consider the feelings of their lover." She muses and then yawns. Lifting a hand to stifle it, she leans into the captain, placing her head upon his shoulder and closing her eyes.

Comfortable enough around the captain she once tried to avoid, she starts to doze off, knowing she was in good hands should she fall asleep in his arms.

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👀 from Zelda @hyliagenesiia

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Dear Diary,

I've seem to be harboring the most fondest of thoughts for the princess as of late... Ones meant only for Link, yet I find my gaze tracking back to princess Zelda each time I am in her presence. Her golden locks... kind and curious eyes so passioned by all she has learned so far. I feel my heart race. What once started out as mere affections has transpired into something... more. I cannot describe it. My thoughts, my dreams, are plagued by the yearning for her touch. To sink my fingers into those long locks and drive my fangs into her skin and taste her. I want to mark her. I want to explore every crevice and kiss her divine lips and learn each other's bodies. I don't know when these dreams will stop haunting me, but all I know is that I want--

Strangely, the diary entry cuts off abruptly, the finishing words scribbled erratically into incoherent squiggles as though she had been caught in the process of writing in her diary.

The entry after that was never finished since then.