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                                                 still waters run deep.

#▽ — THE HERO OF LEGEND ( .self promo ) #I promise I'm still here! #I just recently got myself a new job and I'm still messing with the schedule and such #but I' should be around tomorrow and do a little cleaning and posting around!!

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         There often comes a great misconception that Link is a very stoic character            having very little emotive scenes through the majority of the game—this being            a player responding narrative that is earned vicariously through Link himself.             I personally see Link having a vast array of emotions despite them not being            shared vocally. Through his MUTISM, Link expresses himself fully through his           facial features, small grunts and noises, laughter that all can be taken as expression.            Through my portrayal of him I don’t plan on having him convey much through           speech, but I do write his inner thoughts on a situation ( in use of the « » marks )           and intend for him to be capable of small means of communication i.e. sign language           and to be at least capable of emoting himself through his body language and            behaviour. 

#▽ — THERE WAS A BOY ( .musings ) #I'll probably go into more detail on things like his mutism and such #but I did want to make a point in saying for my posts #Link isn't actually talking. those are inner thoughts that allow my writing partners something to glean from his attitude and therefore #a chance to at least know how to respond for how he's reacting

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goddessworn:

               she  looks  to  him,  brow  furrowed  at  the  revelation  (  why  is  she  surprised?  everyone  fears  something  );  perhaps  it  is  because  of  the  connotation  that  a  hero  is  afraid,  that  even  a  warrior  meant  to  seal  CALAMITY  away,  fears.  a  second  excavation  of  monster,  and  she  moves  to  take  her  spot  beside  him,  climbed  into  saddle  as  as  she  lets  a  hand  brush  ‘cross  velvet  white  of  her  steed.

                ❝  would  it  surprise  you  to  know  that  i  am  afraid,  too?  ❞  comes  her  reply,  soft  as  she  straightens  in  her  seat,  eyes  low.   ❝  irrationally  so,  at  times,  it  seems.  For  all  i  have  faced,  i  fear  it  all  the  same.  it  seems  SILLY,  that  we’re  to  save  the  world  from  ruin,  and  yet  we  really  are  just  terrified  CHILDREN.  ❞  she  almost  sounds  DISHEARTENED,  as  though  the  battle  has  already  been  lost.   ❝  i  am  terrified  far  too  much,  link,  even  of  my  own  shadow,  some  say.   ❞

     A snort betrays him before he think to withhold it, sheepish eyes look stricken by her as he awkwardly huddles into his saddle hoping he hadn’t been the one to offend. Zelda has been more than forthcoming of her fears...her doubts, he hesitations. In fact he knew better of things that feared her before she did. He’d been there to witness most of her fumbling through them.    « No one is fearless, everyone is always afraid of something... right? »   He never thought any less of her for it, most days, he wished there was someone he could tell when he was afraid. Someone that maybe he could run to, and seek their counsel to guide him. Those fears often made him think of his father, he lit him lamps in the dark. Or his uncle, who told him stories to pass the time. Fear is what kept him silent, for however much it kept him going.        « It’s okay to be afraid of something. Most people are. »

#goddessworn #▽ — EMERGED A HERO ( .ic )

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xhergrace:

    “Yes.”

    She required no reassurance in that the six of them were capable of taking on anything. While Mipha could be called a great number of things, haughty wasn’t one of those descriptors. Her faith told her so long as they relied upon each other they’d be strong enough to stand together. So long as they remained on their feet, there was no way that they’d fall. 

    The silent knight by her brought a heat to her face. “You needn’t be so formal around me, you’ve impressed me and everyone close to us,” she smiled docilely. None of them were at court or before any high born people besides one another and Mipha liked to believe they were all friends. She hung back partly out of respect as a nervousness twisted in her stomach. “I…There aren’t many horses near the Domain, the road’s a little too wet and too treacherous for them I’m afraid and most Zora grow too large that it would over encumber the poor things.” She reached out tentatively, “In the sea I heard that there are creatures that look like horses small and delicate that cling to seaweed but I’ve seen no such beast. I’d like to one day travel across Hyrule when it is a safer place.” Mipha would like to bring her brother with her at such a time.  

      Link watched the cautious hand lean toward his faithful friend, and reached to tug the reigns gently forward guiding the horse toward her palm. With a small huff the horse’s nose bump into her hand, nostrils flaring from the smell of sea breeze and fragrance of the Zora Princess. There wasn’t many that Link shared his horse with, a bonded companion he’s had for a little over a year now, but he’d be selfish not to share the comforts of something that always made him feel a little more brave when he needed it.     « Maybe one day I could show you... » he thought, watching the drift of her hand brush across the snout to the prickles of Talende’s nose. His hand lifted beneath the horse’s jaw as he carefully reached for her hand and lead it toward the tips of Talende’s ears to give a small rub. Link smiled, the hoofs pressing forward in the sponge of the grass towards Mipha with a fond sound.      «Not everyday he likes someone else. »

#xhergrace #▽ — EMERGED A HERO ( .ic )

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#▽ — EMBRACE YOUR COURAGE ( .link ) #▽ — A MOMENT IN TIME ( . gif )

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goddessworn:

                ❝  do  you  ever  feel  scared?  ❞  words  come  soft,  unprecedented  as  BLADE  draws  from  monstrous  form;  relatively,  he’s  unscathed,  but  cerulean  descends  body,  searching  for  signs  of  injury.  fingers  tighten  ‘round  reigns  of  royal  steed,  before  she  wanders  closer,  offering  a  hand  to  shoulder,  her  own  kind  of  thank  you  for  yet  another  rescue  from  monsters  of  the  night. 

               she’s  not  expecting  an  answer  (  her  questions  often  are  meant  rhetorical,  given  the  situation  ),  ghosting  past  him,  instead,  to  inspect  what  remains  of  the  pack  of  bokoblins.   ❝  you  always  meet  these  so  HEAD  ON,  do  you  not  fear  them,  even  a  little?  ❞

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    « Often. »     The question comes as a surprise to him, more so of her hesitation when asking; as if he’d be offended by the thought. But one he was willing to listen to. And one he thought of at every second. Link spent days terrified. He spent nights riddled with tossing and turning of deep dreams and hopeless nightmares, all of which scared him. His anxieties revealed, his hesitation more noticeable. Every crucial brace that held him together suddenly falling apart and leaving him exposed to the onslaught of criticism in his own head.     « Every day... something worse terrifies me. And I’m afraid that they’ll stop me. That they’ll hurt you, or destroy everything we’ve worked for. That makes all of this for nothing.  »    He nods humbly, a quiet shame drifted upon his shoulders and cloaks him in its somber thought. He was terrified of many things, simple things, larger things, things too complicated. Link’s fingers twisted around the bridle as he propped himself taller in his seat, swallowing back the peel of resolve that carved down his throat.      « I’m scared of a lot of things... »

#goddessworn #▽ — EMERGED A HERO ( .ic )

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“Now my moment has finally come. Brace yourself, Ganon, feel the sting of my revenge!”

“This will be our final opportunity. We will not fail!”

“Let’s go, little guy! Now! Open up wide, Ganon!”

“A hundred years in the making… Hold on, Princess. Our moment has arrived!”

#▽ — A VOICE OF THE TEMPEST ( .revali ) #▽ — A SONG OF STORMS ( .urbosa ) #▽ — A MIGHT BEYOND MOUNTAINS ( .daruk ) #▽ — A GLISSADE OF GRACE ( .mipha ) #▽ — A MOMENT IN TIME ( . gif )

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#▽ — EMBRACE YOUR COURAGE ( .link ) #▽ — A MOMENT IN TIME ( . gif ) #look at him #he looks so sweet #I love this boy so much

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goddessworn:

               IMPATIENCE,  or,  perhaps,  anxiety,  manifests  in  tireless  walk,  words  uttered  more  to  herself  (  and  the  damned  spirits  above  )  as  frustration  gives  way  to  her  FIT.  she’s  restless  (  and,  unsurprisingly,  sleep  deprived  )  as  worn  soles  carry  her  in  circles  ‘round  open  field,  shadow  casted  long  against  the  blooming  flora  in  the  orange  light of  sunset.  

               three  days  spent  on  their  excursion,  and  bones  run  weary  the  more  time  spent  on  the  road;  she  can  feel  the  WEIGHT  of  the  world  watching  her  moves,  the  weight  of  her  FATHER’S  crushing disappointment,  the  weight  of  CALAMITY  (  she  won’t  admit  to  it,  but  she’s  scared  ).  neither  a  sign  of  the  spring,  nor  a  flicker  of  feeling  from  the  spirits,  it’s  CRUSHING.

               and  it  comes  to  fruition,  in  the  form  of  a  CRY,  exasperated,  defeated,  and  exhausted,  palms  pressed  hard  to  eyes  (  pitiful  in  their  attempt  to  will  the  growing  headache  )  as  she  makes  her  way  back  to  her  “HERO”  anointed,  eyes  casted  away  from  him  as  she  takes  a  spot  near  him,  silence  filling  the  space.

        Link could feel the unsettled nickering from the horse behind him, struggling to stand from the unruly girl marching by before Link gently urge the horse with a grunt; reigns twisted in his palm and a gentle assurance to it right itself back. With the horse calm at his back, he watched the princess with tightly wound fists against her face and the small jumps of her shoulders as she fought to withhold tears.       He understood her defeat.       Part of him knew how heavily things rested on her shoulders, his own had felt plenty sore from the hefty expectations the world had of them. But sometimes ( at least in terms ) there was no choice but to keep soldiering on. There were no times for frustration, or fits. All the could do is keep going.      For now, he kept to himself, watching her with forlorn eyes wondering if his sympathies would be noticed without him saying anything. His fingers brushed through the throngs of small wild flowers, bits of yellows and blues before he plucked them up from the dirt tying their stems together in a small loop.        « You’re too hard on yourself sometimes, princess.  We’re trying...you’re trying... »

#goddessworn #▽ — EMERGED A HERO ( .ic )

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milkmxid:

    Malon’s thoughts constantly circle back to home. She hardly leaves the ranch but she never seems to mind, the roads are more treacherous than ever and she is better suited for the life she’s built within the walls her forefathers have built. With no one else to run it but her the redhead tends to the animals. She raises magnificent horses and rears the cows.

    “Ain’t she cute?” Malon asks. “She can be a spitfire if she wants to be but if y’give her an apple and call her pretty she’ll behave nice enough,” her arms are crossed. 

    The stablemaster offers the knight a wink. “She’s a good girl. She got a nice temper.”

      The boy nearly jumps at the sound of another voice, a young lady sauntering into the barn beside him and gave a nod to the horse he had currently petted on the muzzle. Link stepped himself from the horse, hands held at his sides stiffly much like a scolded child and let his eyes drift to his feet. Link hadn’t much time to spend at the stables as he would’ve liked, knowing the temperaments or the care that went into gentle creatures like horses...for how ever much he preferred them over people.       Looking between the girl and the horse, he softens from his stiffness and smiles, fingers reaching for the nipping snout before remembering the crumpled note in his pocket. Link remembered the signed note came with importance from King, their newest efforts in the fight against the calamity came at the cost of a new horse. One of his choosing. Handing over the note, he looked to the horse that nipped absently at his fingers and sniffed at his hair.          « Think you’re ready for an adventure? »

#milkmxid #▽ — EMERGED A HERO ( .ic )

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                                                 still waters run deep.

#▽ — THE HERO OF LEGEND ( .self promo ) #woo #sorry I've been like so lazy and busy the past couple of days #but I'm gonna try to get my few drafts out and be active here today!

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Last summer commission goes to @Toriisu !! These poor kids just want some peace…

#▽ — BESEECH YOUR WISDOM ( .zelda ) #▽ — EMBRACE YOUR COURAGE ( .link ) #▽— A STUNNING DISPLAY ( .fan art )

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A quiet moment 

#▽ — EMBRACE YOUR COURAGE ( .link ) #▽— A STUNNING DISPLAY ( .fan art )

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    He had been entrusted with her safety and already she had driven him in circles with a haughty attitude and her own self afflictions. Mid morning they were to set out for the further spring, in hopes that she would reach it by mid afternoon and since the last Link had bothered to look to the sky, his shadows spoke of early evening. He could feel blisters squirming in his boots, aching feet still throbbing as he squat himself in the grass and leaned against the stocky leg of his horse.      She fretted off in the field, pacing and raving her frustrations as she did, though Link knew if left to her devices, she’d wander off again. And then he’d have trouble on his hands. None the less, he flattened himself in the grass and sighed; looking up at the impatient huff of his horse who had come to sniff and nip poignantly at his hair.      « She’ll never calm down if we don’t find the spring soon. »

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#goddessworn #▽ — EMERGED A HERO ( .ic )

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   He was simple.     Not as simple as people often thought of him but simple enough that he didn’t think much of the grand scheme of fate and destiny, what the stars had spoke of and what the goddess’ designed. Zelda often spoke stories of the goddesses when she wasn’t bellowing her frustrations of their avoiding ears to her pleas. He stood every night she prayed, listening to the desperate prayers that were filled hopeless in every breath before he too could feel a small urge at their ears.     « Just listen to her too. »    But even then, he was unsure they really listened to anyone, if not observed and waited.     He’d watched Zelda stomp off from the spring, cheeks tear stained while the ripples of the spring grew amongst the lilies at the statue goddess’ feet and watched the looming smile above him greet him sweetly in the night.        « She’s trying, you know... »

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#hyruliana #▽ — EMERGED A HERO ( .ic )

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anyway my blog is only half done but i’m impatient and am excited for my dottir. so eyo give this a like/reblog if you’re interested in interacting with a nerdy Princess Zelda based off Breath of the Wild and there might just be free cookies involved.

#▽ — A WORTHY ALLY ( .promo ) #finally my noodle arrives

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     Link hadn’t thought of home in a long while, the small village tucked within the roaming hills far beyond the reach of any thriving kingdom or city. Their own little hamlet with anything they could need, or ever want; not knowing what life had expanded outside the walls and rolling green hills. More than anything he felt homesick, following behind the other chosen few serving as the Hylian Knights, on a errand for their supply of horses.      Link was specially tasked by the King himself in finding himself a suitable horse, one that was sturdy enough to accompany him in his travels, and aide in his guidance with the Princess Zelda. He always had a fondness for horses, their presence more comfortable than that of people and before he knew it he’d wandered from the rest of the troupe into a quiet stable. A hand gingerly pet at one of the muzzles of a soft mare, a gentle smile on his face.        « You’re quite pretty... »

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#milkmxid #▽ — EMERGED A HERO ( .ic )