fingers cinch at an ear, as the hand other presses flat against the crown of his head. there’s little to no effort made as she lifts up and pushes down; her attention diverting sharply off to the left. “hey ------ did you hear that?” 

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        “You’ve come a long way.”

        Twilight shines through the windows of the castle’s observatory, dust motes dancing in the orange glow, shadows bouncing off of the walls. He had envisioned their meeting to be elsewhere; the throne room, preferably, but fate has other plans, doesn’t it?

        “Only, this time you face me as a beast instead of a boy.” The wolf stares at him with blue eyes blazing. Ganondorf does not flinch nor does he falter. “How did you intend for this meeting to go?”

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duskhero replied to your post “hey is that a sword or are u -- oh, oh shit that's a sword, haha, ok,...”

THE MOST DISGUSTING ! WOW !

     “ It isn’t my fault fate wasn't        so kind to you this time, sky        child. Or should I say -- mutt,        since it’s the proper terms now? ”  

a movement across the dense snowy plains catches the wolf's eye, and it cocks its chin, gives one curious wag of its tail. is that... a bird? a human? wandering through the snow? not close but perhaps wanting to investigate further, the beast pads toward the strange creature.

               it’s so cold. so unbearably, unbelievably cold. it’s                            nothing like the brisk chill of rito village, where                            the wind was more crisp air than raw ice, where                            the snow fell in mild wavelets rather than sporadic                            blasts, where the fog could be lifted with a mere                            flap of tiny wings. it’s so, so cold…but he has a                            mission to complete. a purpose to fulfil. so the                            child only huffs in the face of such frigid conditions,                            huffs and shivers and tries shaking off his frosted                            feathers.

               they respond with a painful crack.

               maybe i should turn back, some part of him thinks                            then. maybe i should turn back, maybe i should—

               but what about dad? another part asks, and it’s louder                            than his doubts, louder than his worries, louder than                            all his fears; what about dad, what if he’s lost, what                            if he’s waiting for someone to find him, what if he’s                            waiting for me—

               what is that.

               something moves in the distance, too small to be                            a moose, yet too big to be a fox. he stills, hoping                            that whatever it is (please don’t be a lynel, please                            don’t be a lynel, dad says they have a taste for                            children, please don’t be a lynel) will ignore him                            and go away, but it’s just getting closer and closer                            and closer and—…! 

               he dares to hope.

                                     ❝d-dad?❞

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       the warmth neatly nestled against the small of her back abates; pulled back with his knee as he shifts against a makeshift bedroll, finally waking. he GROANS, and she LAUGHS. helm tipping back in a show of attentiveness. “i told you —” she starts, voice still heavy from the last few dredges of a chuckle now gone and replaced by that of a widening grin. “you would have been more comfortable sleeping as a beast!” 

         the huff of a breath at the quip is reward enough. it does well in strengthening the sharp, fond grin that’s taken its rightful place ‘pon her maw. a boot lands with a heavy thunk at her side as he readies himself for the day, and she reaches out to shove it away. nose wrinkling in mock-disgust. “oh — someone’s grumpy, and so early too!!” another laugh, though this one much softer. playful even. 

        there’s a distinct sound of leaves crinkling; of twigs snapping as he moves about behind her. ------ only a few days ago she’d take to seeking out the source. even if it meant a quick once-over from the heft of her shoulder. how she’d glance to him and away in just a means of ascertaining his intentions. now, she doesn’t even balk. doesn’t pull back, nor make a move in getting up to look over. it’s a wonder how fast she’s taken to the trust he’s undoubtedly instilled in her. 

           he nudges her with the flat of his foot, and she does nothing but scoot over. both arms raising in a shrug, and looking elsewhere. “awwhn — now he wants to go.” midna calls in the pretense of a forced sigh. a moment passes and she peeks over at him —— only to find that he’s gone. it strikes odd, and she shifts in turn. glancing back to the roll still haphazardly spread out against the field until ——

       she’s snatched right off the ground. an undignified gasp wringing from her lips. her own, much smaller hands stealing fast to that of his forearms in a hope of procuring some sort of stability. it’s his turn to grin; amused by his own antics in the face of her shock and all she can do is glower in her defeat. a breath in and her body shatters; effectively breaking free of his hold as she absconds back into the safety of his shadow. 

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It was strange to be in a place that had rooms one for the bed, to eat in, to relax in. Even more strange when it was just by yourself.

Akane didn’t understand why she couldn’t stay with Yuu, after all, he was all she had left. Didn’t they know that it was wrong to separate two siblings after a traumatic event?

Guess not.

Akane had taken root in the corner of the room with pillows and blankets, just huddle there. This environment was new and she felt vulnerable. It wasn’t till the door had jiggle before swinging open, revealing a tall dark male that had this authority about him.

It causes her to shrink more into her blanket of comfort, yet she manages to speak out a greeting.

“H-hello...”

hey is that a sword or are u -- oh, oh shit that's a sword, haha, ok, haha uh, let's just talk about this,

               Unamused. Annoyed. And he reeked – of dog no less. By far the most DISGUSTING Hero he’d laid eyes upon, and with this statement – Ghirahim hoped to make him the last. With a calm stature as a facade, he kept eye contact as fingers coiled around a near by stick that just so happened to be near him. Fate was kind to him for once. 

     “ Fetch, boy. ”

And there it flew. Ghirahim always wanted a pet.

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The blade at his throat was cool, the edge sharp and biting. Still, Kureto did not panic or falter. Instead, he met the eyes of the person who was at the other end of the threat, curiously.

“You won’t do that.” Calm, steadily, he spoke. “You may hate me, but you will not kill a Hiragi. You know the consequences of that, Ichinose Guren. Would you really take my life at the cost of your own, those of your subordinates?”

                    KURETO’S words only served to tighten Guren’s grip on his sword. He knew the Hiiragi heir had a point. He wouldn’t. He COULDN’T. Not without living with the consequences. And the worst part was admitting that he was right. He was but a caged bird in the Hiiragi’s midst -- he had the freedom to spread his wings and fly, but ultimately, even that false feeling of freedom was only granted to him by the Hiiragi themselves. He commanded an entire company despite his young age with only his charisma to serve him, but he knew that at any time, he was to send them to their deaths if the orders given to him were as such. Lips pursed themselves, teeth ground themselves against each other and the ebony-coloured blade that rested rather snugly against the taller man’s Adam’s apple wavered slightly. He trembled, not out of fear, but because of the sheer effort of BARELY controlling his frustration. “They had nothing to do with this. Sayuri, Shigure... You were supposed to be interrogating ME. Leave them out of it.”

The bigger wolf sits down gracefully beside the pup, his ears flicked back, curious. After a short pause, he snuffles the other's head, tries to nudge him back up, gives a short whine. Get up, pup! Up, up, up!

               the little one makes no such move. if anything, he sinks                            further into the gelid bite of densely packed snow,                            burrowing and burrowing and burrowing until only                            the very tip of his tuft-like tail remains exposed. ❛ no! ❜                             comes the firm response, a muffled bark that fades                            into a low, long whine. ❛ i‘m tired, let me rest.❜

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hewwo did u know... im love u

        le gasp, this receives many many pets to the top of one fluffy head. i’m love u too.  

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ship meme for midna/link!

send me a ship and I’ll tell you…

who is more likely to hurt the other?: Most likely Midna, either with her words or by pure accident. As she often doesn’t fully think before she speaks or acts causing her to come off as rude or harsh. Then again she also could accidentally hurt link due to height difference (like elbowing him after returning to her true form since she inst used to the change)who is emotionally stronger?: Possibly both? Link with having to endure the horrors he has seen on his travels and Midna with accepting the terms of being a ruler as she cannot help everyone.  who is physically stronger?: I would assume Link would be stronger in that aspect. After all his fighting and training he has done to save Hyrule as Midna’s attack style is more magic. who is more likely to break a bone?: Link, being a hero is a dangerous job after all. However Midna will always be there to help him get back up on his feet. 

who knows best what to say to upset the other?: Midna hands down. 

who is most likely to apologize first after an argument?: A toss up, appending on how bad the fight was. Seeing how Midna is very stubborn Link actually might be the one to give her an apologetic look in which she will later own up responsibility for the fight as well. 

who treats who’s wounds more often?: As link is the one being injured more often, Midna often tends to his wounds while playfully scolding him about how he is reckless.  who is in constant need of comfort?: Both who gets more jealous?: Midna, defiantly. Especially since link is so lovable. This is one reason she isn’t the hugest fan of Lila because of how close they are due to being childhood friends. who’s most likely to walk out on the other?:  As unlikely it is either would walk out on the other, Midna might out of anger only to cool off. who will propose?: I would think Link might, but as Midna is a very dominate woman she probably would. Or at least tease him about it. So maybe either? who has the most difficult parents?: Midna’s parent’s are deceased and since Link’s aren’t shown (which I am also assuming they have passed on), Neither. who initiates hand-holding when they’re out in public?: Midna really would hold hands at any times as she secretly really loves affection. Either would work but if Link doesn’t do it first you can bet she will.  who comes up for the other all the time?: I honestly dont understand what this mean XD If anyone could explain it to me I will be happy to fill it in. who hogs the blankets?: Don’t let her fool you Midna is a cover hog as she likes to be warm. who gets more sad?: Both do, due to what they have both endured. who is better at cheering the other up?: Link always seems to have a way to cheer up Midna even when she doesn’t want to be. who’s the one that playfully slaps the other all the time after they make silly jokes?: Midna, she is very action expressive. who is more streetwise?: Both are very decently street wise, however in the twilight realm Midna has the upper hand. who is more wise?: Bothwho’s the shyest?: Possibly Link as midna loves to tease?  who boasts about the other more?: Midnawho sits on who’s lap?: Link, Midna is afraid to squish the poor boy or be too heavy since she is taller. However she isn’t opposed to sitting on his lap if he would be okay with it. However as an Imp Midna totally would be sitting in his lap. 

Please note these are all speculations and may or may not be proven to be fact or not when these situations come up in any ship. 

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📝 aaaand... harry potter or fullmetal alchemist?

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     I actually don’t know anything at all about Fullmetal Alchemist? I’ve heard good things! I’ve just not read it myself. However, from Harry Potter? Luna Lovegood, hands down! It’s been so long since I’ve picked up the books, but her character was always the one that struck me as one of the most interesting.

♨ What's a muse that you wished had lasted, but didn't?

There’s a lot honestly... Though one I would have to say is my Ladybug blogs. I’m sure they’ll come back when Season 2 hits in May but for now... 

what if i make a warrior of light link au