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Hero of Time my absolute belovedShe/her | Christian | AroAce | Writer | Professional Worrier | Currently hyperfixated on LU & FMA | Header by @kikker-oma and pfp by @thepinklink
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Love is patient. Lust can't wait and is impulsive.
Love is kind. Lust is cruel, critical, and manipulative.
Love does not envy. Lust seeks more than it earns.
Love does not boast. Lust serves self at the expense of others.
Love is not proud. Lust is easily threatened.
Love is not rude. Lust is disrespectful and thoughtless.
Love is not self-seeking. Lust is demanding and uncaring.
Love is not easily angered. Lust is temperamental and retaliatory.
Love keeps no records of wrongs. Lust does not forget offenses.
Love does not delight in evil. Lust commits wrong to get its own way and rationalizes it.
Love rejoices in the truth. Lust encourages lies and covers up misdeeds.
Love always protects. Lust takes for selfish gain and lacks concern for consequences to others.
Love always trusts. Lust is suspicious and jealous.
Love always hopes. Lust says one chance and you're out.
Love always perseveres. Lust retreats when it is no longer convenient.
Love never fails (it is constant, enduring, and faithful to the end). Lust ends when self is no longer served (it is fickle, insecure, and unfaithful).
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HC that a winter passes after Cia's fall and before Ganondorfs attack and they needed winter clothes. and i wanted to draw it. Volga doesnt get cold easily.
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"is this too cliche?" who cares? bro, write what you have fun writing. stuff your manuscript full of your favourite tropes. the same themes you love. all inspired by things you grew up with. do it all. go off. load. it. up. be freeeee
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Happy 24th anniversary to the worst three days of this kid’s life.
With audio:
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I should attempt to play this game again but I was so bad at it the first time… couldn’t get anything done within the time limit 😅
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four relaxing in the sun with some lil friends :D
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love the word “rapscallion”. like not only are you a rascal but you’re also kind of spring onion about it too
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#ohhhhh this is good#this is really good#the way his writing becomes nearly illegible when he starts breaking down#the line ‘I think my fate is losing its patience’#GOOD STUFF#I adore hero’s shade angst#and I love the idea that time knows something bad is waiting for him#and it terrifies him#but he doesn’t know how to stop it#and doesn’t think he can#linked universe
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I imagine that Rapunzel’s parents offered a reward to anybody who could bring their daughter home to them. When Flynn does, they ask him what he wants. He simply smiles lovingly at Rapunzel standing next to her parents and says that he has everything he could ever ask for.
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Lost (as in the nickname for my one Link) content, here we gooooo (even though he's not physically here). Vaati is a placeholder name since [evil purple guy] was getting really old.
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The low chatter of her council members barely reached Zelda’s ears, the only thing stopping her from standing up and bolting out of the room being Impa’s steady presence at her side. She knew they needed to have this meeting, but the thought of discussing what to do about the... threat, threatened to make her ill.
“Silence please,” Impa said, giving her cane a rap on the floor. “We have business to attend to. I’m sure you all know why we’re here.”
Zelda took a slow breath in, steeling herself for the words about to come out of Impa’s mouth.
“The Hero has been corrupted.”
The room went into an uproar but Zelda barely heard it, biting her lip so hard it nearly drew blood. Link, her best knight, her best friend, and really only friend aside from Impa, had been twisted into little more than a puppet for the forces of darkness to use as they pleased.
She felt distantly like she was going to throw up.
“—doesn’t even have the blade! Are we certain the boy is the Hero?” one of her councilors boomed, “for all we know Vaati merely created a lookalike of our best knight to frighten us! Are we even certain the boy is still ali—“
“That’s quite enough,” Impa said sternly, then placed a gentle hand on Zelda’s shoulder. “We have firsthand reports of what happened, Sir Link is who has been corrupted.”
“But how do we even know if he is the Hero?” one of the women shouted, and Impa sighed.
“He would not have been corrupted if he were not,” she said gravely. “Sir Rowan’s account stated that Link was the only one who was explicitly targeted. Somehow Vaati knew of Link’s potential to pull the blade, and exploited it. We cannot count on the Hero to save us now.”
The room went suddenly quiet, the emotion of the room turned abruptly from uproar to fear. The council’s gazes turned to their princess, looking for direction on what to do, and Zelda didn’t know what to tell them.
Impa gave Zelda’s shoulder a comforting squeeze, and the princess swallowed down her emotions in order to speak.
“We will need to enact a plan to deal with this threat,” she said steadily, slowly breathing out. “We will strengthen our defenses, and alert our allies to the possible danger. There have been reports of increased monster activity, doubtless Vaati’s doing, so we will deal with them accordingly.”
“And what of the Hero?” one of her councilmen asked.
Zelda swallowed.
“We will send out a description of him, and a warning about what has happened,” she said calmly. “But if... if he’s found, we must aim for capture, not... nothing else, as of now. We don’t know exactly what the enemy has done to him, but perhaps... perhaps we can still save him.”
Her voice wavered minutely on the last sentence, and Impa shortlydismissed the meeting, ushering Zelda back to her rooms. The walk there was a blur, and soon enough she found herself standing by her desk, staring blankly out the window.
The bright rays of sunset shining on her face seemed unfair.
“Your highness?” Impa asked after a minute, and Zelda closed her eyes.
“It was my idea to send the knights to the woods,” she whispered. Impa didn't reply, and Zelda wrapped her arms around herself. “I thought my dream was pointing us there. That by acting first it would protect against the darkness. But all it did was lose us our best knights, take away our strongest rsources. And...”
Zelda’s voice cracked, and a tear fell down her cheek without her permission.
“We’ve lost Link,” she choked out. “I sent him there Impa, he trusted me, and I sent him to his destruction, he’s... I don’t even know if there’s a way to get him back.”
“Your highness, you cannot blame yourself,” Impa said in a voice equally gentle and firm. “This was out of your control.“
“But it if I hadn’t sent him he would still be here,” Zelda said, another tear falling down her cheek. “What if he can’t be saved, Impa? What kind of ruler am I to doom my kingdom to darkness, and send my best friend to his death?"
The last word was punctuated by a sob, and Impa was silent a moment, tapping a quiet finger along her cane.
“Zelda,” she said finally, and the princess sniffled, looking at her through her tears. “I believe there is a way we may yet be able to stop this darkness. As well as purify Link.”
Hope faintly flickered in Zelda’s heart. “Truly?”
“Indeed. If I'm recalling the old legends correctly... well. We shall see,” she said thoughtfully, then turned to Zelda with a gentle look. “Come Princess, dry your tears. Link may yet be saved. But you must see clearly to do so.”
Zelda wiped her eyes, and Impa drew her into a short embrace, silence falling between them as Zelda calmed herself. Impa was right, she needed to calm down and think clearly.
Link needed her, and she couldn't help him if she was busy crying over him.
Zelda sighed, and Impa patted her cheek as she drew back. “Now. I need to gather some things so we can properly decide our course," she said, and gave Zelda a sad smile. "...Try and get some rest in the meantime, princess. It's been a long day for us all."
Zelda nodded, and Impa gave her a long look before finally stepping back, and leaving her quarters.
Zelda breathed out as the door closed behind her, and she looked around her room, before stepping out onto her balcony. A cool breeze greeted her, sending strands of blonde hair into her face, and Zelda looked up at the sky, her chest tightening as she remembered how Link had knelt here only days before, promising her he'd be careful.
The wind blew again, and Zelda's damp cheeks felt cold.
Link... stay strong, she quietly prayed, watching as the last of the sunlight disappeared from the sky. Hold on for me.
Hold on for us all.
#augh my heart T-T#Zelda you poor thing#my gosh she’s going through it#her shock and guilt hit so hard#impa was so sweet with her though#I love how you write impa#both here and in your dragon au#and I’m already obsessed with this au#if you ever decide to write an angsty reunion/the spell on link breaks fic I’ll devour that thing#hint hint XD#no pressure of course#I’m happy to devour whatever you write#sky floor my beloved#loz
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@ fic authors what do you personally consider a successful fic? What’s the bar?
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I caved and ended up drawing some designs for a links meet au I've been working on, so here are: Mask, Ravio (+ bunny Oracle), Sol (from Soldier) and Tune!
Ravio may not look as goofy but that's because of culture shock between Hyrule and Lorule. Poor guy does not realize this at first
Not that Mask helps much, but there's that
Part 2 with the rest of the designs -> soon
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