#puxrlunae

[guideoftime]

▴ — @puxrlunae ;; Sheik & Amaron. [ 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 ] : sender carries injured receiver to safety. 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

   “Why are you down here?” 

   Sheik questioned desperately, trying to squirm out of Amaron’s arms so he can be put down and stop adding pressure to his body. It wasn’t really working, if it was going to work he would have already been able to handle everything on his own and not have to be rescued for what felt like one too many times. The injuries that were covering his body, the holes in his suit, the claw marks down his back–they definitely weren’t helping. 

   They should call for help. They should get Kasus. Amaron can’t fight with his right arm yet and Sheik is practically useless. Even his harp had been left in the Archives room as he was dragged from the hallway by Amaron. The beast that was chasing them–he knew, he knew there was something down here that was watching them, waiting. He had told Amaron repeatedly when they were down here fixing the house that something was watching them. And now it was going to get them. 

   Breathe. 

   Breathe. 

   “Amaron, stop!” He yanked on his husband’s tunic roughly and dragged his gaze over toward him rather than the hallway. “Put me down.” Running is not going to help them, they can’t keep going forever and there were only two exits out of this place without warping. One they can’t get to since the creature was blocking it, and the other located deeply in a flooded well. They had to fight their way out if Amaron wasn’t going to call for help. 

   He got himself back to his feet, nearly crumbling under the weight of the pain that shot up his body and his fingers twisted in the tunic that he was hanging onto. “Okay, okay, there is a very good chance this isn’t going to work. And if it doesn’t work, well, for the love of Hylia please get him.” Sheik would, if this fails, use himself to buy Amaron as much time as possible to reach Kasus. He just won’t tell Amaron that is plan B. Or, well, C. Whatever number they were on at this point between fighting, running, and now this. 

   Though Sheik had failed to grab his harp, he had grabbed the other thing. The thing he was putting so much of himself into for Amaron. He doesn’t know if he perfected the magical aspect of it, but it was really the only option they had left. Amaron was the Hero, he was a fighter, he was left handed and if Sheik can give him back that arm–he is confident in his husband’s ability to rip that beast to ashes. 

   Almost literally. 

   He reaches into the pouch he had yanked from the table and opened it up, slipping his hand inside and pulling out the arm he had been working at for what feels like so long. He lifts it up, holds it in his arms and looks to Amaron’s left side of his body. “Lift your tunic up, we don’t have much longer before it will catch up to us.” 

   The tunic raised up, Sheik turned his gaze to what was left of the left side of his husband’s body and took a breath. Concentrate, he can do this. He’s been doing nothing but reading and making sure he knew what he was doing. Shifting the arm in his grip he turned it around to face Amaron’s body and reached his hands up. The arm slotted into place over what was missing and he pushed it the rest of the way up until he felt it stop. His hands slid up to the spot it connected and helped it latch into place. When it felt secured he dragged his hands back down it, toward the middle area of it. 

   His head was throbbing, his back was aching and bleeding, he was having a terrible time concentrating let alone staying conscious. The rapid shaking of the catacombs has him constantly aware that the large beast was catching up with them. And he tried hard to tune it all out to focus on the arm dangling at Amaron’s side. “This might hurt.” He warns, gaze briefly darting up toward Amaron’s gaze before he looks back down. To activate it, to connect it with Amaron’s brain so he could move it, Sheik needed to feed his magic into it in a specific way. 

   So he tires. 

   He pushes his magic through the prosthetic, pushes it through the runes he carved inside of it, through the magical lines that run through it. And he, really, actually didn’t expect it to work. He had doubted himself. But in the darkness of the Sheikah Catacombs, in the doubt that rushed through him. 

   It glowed. 

   The small circle on the back of the hand, the center of the forearm, the holes along the upper arm where it connected–the entire thing lit up blue and he felt it latch onto his magic. Yanked from his body to power the arm, to connect it properly to Amaron, it sucked him near dry and left Sheik stumbling back and falling to his knees. Tired, drained, and so very surprised. In himself and what he had managed to make. Eyes wide, mouth parted slightly, he really couldn’t believe that he had managed to do it. 

   And the joy that rushed through him after that was only there for a second before the sounds of the monster chasing them were getting far too close. Sheik snapped his gaze to the side and saw the bright, large, angry red eyes that narrowed in on them through the shadows of the Catacombs. 

#▴ — path / guide of time #▴ — the eye of truth / asks. #puxrlunae #( Sheik: Wow I did that. ) #( Also Sheik: .../I did that/? ) #( My son take pride in yourself you are brilliant )

[tenebriism]

@puxrlunae ;; SHORT STARTER - MALON :

" Nuh uh... absolutely not. Turn yer tail right on around and get outta here. " She backs away from him with risen palms, nearly taking a most UNGRACEFUL tumble over the water pail behind her. " 'm alright! I--- " A cough racks her tiny body, forcing her to stuff her face into the bend of her arm. " --- 'm... 'm okay. "

#puxrlunae #[ malon vc: i'm happy to see you... but i ain't happy for YOU to see ME. D: ] #muse ;; MALON ( THREADS )

[desertforged]

@puxrlunae sent: ❛ my darling, you will never be unloved by me ❜

He brought his gaze up to Amaron's, gold eyes still tainted with a faint glow of red - the glow refused to leave, a ring around his pupils that indicated the power and malice within him. Since their run-in with his mothers, the close-call with the Calamity, Ta'ariq had been so much quieter than usual, focusing on keeping the destructive force inside of him from breaking free.

He saw the love in Amaron's eyes for him and it nearly broke him.

"How can you say that after I turned my sword on you like that?" he asked. Part of him was aware that it hadn't been entirely his own action - the grudge against the Hero that carried through centuries to be born again inside of him had been so powerful, so possessing. "How can you still love me, after seeing first hand what lurks inside me?"

#answered ; #puxrlunae #sets this after bday thread bc why not

[pyramultimuse]

@puxrlunae [continued]

"Probably because I usually take the form of a raven." He responded to the comment that he looked like he wasn't from here. The dark haired man wanted to step forward but the else didn't seem all that friendly, so he stayed where he was. "I'm Diaval, I live here. What are you doing in the forest? I don't get many wanderers to these parts." Diaval was curious but didn't want to risk getting hurt.

#puxrlunae #{muse} diaval

[sapientiiae]

@puxrlunae asked: [ CLEANSE ] our muses have sex in the bathtub.some more smutty memes

Her intentions had started innocently enough, believing a bath would be a great way for Amaron to unwind after a long day. He’d seemed tense, and she knew a long soak before bed always did wonders for her. 

However, now that they were in the tub together, steam radiating from their pressed together wet bodies, it had proven challenging to keep her thoughts innocent and her hands from roaming. 

Leaned back against Amaron’s chest, her fingers had trickled aimlessly up and down his thigh, enjoying the feel of his skin beneath her fingertips. Gradually her fingers had started to roam higher, skirting up his thigh before across towards his groin. It hadn’t taken long before his cock was hard in her grasp, growing in length with the stroke of her hand. If the temptation hadn’t been enough before, it was irresistible now as she felt his length morph in her palm. 

Based off the strained hiss and soft grunts of pleasure she’d earned, he didn’t seem too bothered by the sudden turn of events. And it hadn’t taken long for him to give in to his own temptation, his fingers digging into her hips before calloused palms began to explore her body, smoothing over her waist and squeezing at her breasts.

For a while they’d seemed content on teasing one another, pushing the other’s boundaries to see how long they could last. It was Zelda who broke first, growing impatient as she released him from her grasp and wiggled out of his arms, turning to face him. The look she’s met with matches the intensity of her own desire as she straddles his legs she'd previously been between, arms slipping over his shoulders and around his neck as she lowers herself onto his erection, head tipping back as a loud moan rolls from her lips while he sheathes himself inside her.

“Dukw Amaron….” Another moan as she rolled her hips forward, grinding herself down onto him. “Your vene is so hard….”

#puxrlunae #nsft cw #[ so I found a 'hylian dictionary' online? #at a very quick glance I cannot at all confirm its accuracy but....i'm rolling with it #at least until I figure out what I want to use for instances where zelda speaks in old/ancient hylian #but translations (that the dictionary surprisingly had?)...'dukw' is 'fuck' and 'vene' is 'dick/cock' so there's that lmao ] #the clear water’s surface reflects growth ⌈ ᴀɴsᴡᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴀsᴋs ⌋

[dinrelsanddragons]

@puxrlunae A starter from Delphine!

In Hyrule's market, a woman stood out. She wore strange colors and a stranger style– a long black coat with bronze fittings, blue denim pants, and a blue shirt. Not to mention her ears were strangely short and rounded. Typical Hyruleans looked apprehensively at her.

She chose to wait by the path to the castle, leaning against a building with hands in her coat pockets. Her eyes scanned the crowd. And, eventually, her eyebrows rose– she found what, or rather, who, she was looking for. She waited, choosing to avert her gaze again and observe from the corners of her eyes. After all, she was still by the path to Hyrule Castle.

He'd pass by soon.

#Delphine #puxrlunae

[gloryseized]

@puxrlunae || [ cont. ]

At least the tea leaves were getting some use, Link noted nonplussed. Why was there a man in his home? Surely the townspeople would have noticed if something weird was going on there. But more than that, why does this guy feel familiar? Tapping his chest, he brushed his left hand through the air. << I was away. >> It's a vague answer, he knew, but his senses were too muddled to say more.

And he sat down at the table, feeling like a guest in his own home. Yes, Link knew he was the Hero, but he'd never seen this guy before. Did he recognize him? And why did Link recognize this guy? Thumb tapping his lip, his pointer finger directed at the other, curling in a couple times before tapping his chest. << Who I am...? >>

#puxrlunae #mute courage || link #out questing. || queue #unlived house #amaron calling all the other links kid is his best trait i do not take criticism on this

[penumbraoftime]

--------------- ||| > " personally. i find Amaron VERY handsome. Pretty eyes. Warm smile. Firm face. Tender hu--. "

oh..... oh no.

#dash comm tba. #puxrlunae #LMFAOOOOOO #tries to defend Amaron. ends up realizing #its even funnier considering Amaron is the Hero of Time #WEEPSSS #Drustan vc: NO ONE SAY SHIT. NO ONE. NIHL I AM LOOKING AT YOU

[guideoftime]

▴ — @puxrlunae ;; Sheik & Amaron. [ HICKEY ]: sender gives receiver a hickey. From here.

   The library has been picked apart, books scattering the floor and the mess even carrying out into the hallway in front of the door. Sheik has pulled far too many books off of the shelves, creating stacks in the room or just straight up piles when he threw whatever book he was holding that wasn’t helping wherever it would land. Whatever he was looking for, it seemed more and more increasingly likely that he wasn’t going to find it here. Which was, very clearly, stressing him out. 

   Not that it took much to stress Sheik out. Especially lately. 

   Sheik is starting to think he’s going to have to head down into the Sheikah Archives in the catacombs, spend a few hours picking that incredibly large room apart. He doesn’t like spending a lot of time down there, doing that is no better than wandering around in the Shadow Temple or the Bottom of the Well. As he grabs another book off the shelf and begins flipping it open, he hears the sound of someone trying to make their way over the mess he had created. There’s half a thought about picking up the mess that’s gone just as quickly when he feels someone press up against him from behind. 

   He can tell it’s his husband and Sheik turns a page in the book, giving a soft sigh. “It’s fine.” Not he’s fine, not he’s alright, not everything is fine, just–it’s fine. That giant mess outside and inside the library? Fine. 

   His hair had been left down, Sheik hadn’t done much in the house today aside from this though he was dressed in his own clothes. A soft red tunic and black trousers, a belt fitted snugly around his waist. So he feels when Amaron moves his hair out of the way and then the shock that runs along his spine at the feeling of lips on his neck. “Amaron–” and then there’s teeth in his neck, biting and sucking and the book he was trying to read tumbles from his fingers. 

   He’s going to leave a mark and Sheik is pretty sure that is the point. 

#▴ — path / guide of time #puxrlunae #▴ — the eye of truth / asks. #suggestive cw

[balladetto]

holiday gifts! / @puxrlunae

     Here's the thing Link's learnt about luck: it's not for people like him.

     Everything his life has amounted to has all come down to choices, in some way. Maybe his choices, maybe someone else's, but he's stopped holding out for something like luck long since he left Kokiri Forest behind with his hand clasped in his brother's. The world can be nice, can be worth risking his entire being for, it just— isn't that kind.

     Sometimes, though — sometimes — it feels like it might be.

It wasn't much, but it was something he made with his own two hands. It was a picture he painted of a familiar field of wildflowers. Blue and purples and greens swirled together in front of a sunrise with two green clad figures. "I'm not sure where you would hang it but.. here you go. I hope you like it."

     From Amaron's offering hands, Link takes the painting with a care that climbs into reverence. He says nothing as he considers the artwork, even when his mouth opens, shuts, opens and shuts again. His throat bobs. In the quiet of this space they've made a home for themselves in, fingers tracing over delicate brushstrokes and colours of a memory that leaves his eyes welling with the emotion lumped up in his chest, Link wonders — not for the first time — where his brother keeps finding the power to shape his world like this.

     "Amar," he whispers, voice as trembly as the smile pushing the tips of his ears upwards. How long must this have taken? To capture the joy of a past so rarely touched, the sweetness of a togetherness that's lost as much as they have? He looks up, rapidly blinking, and stumbles over a fractured, wet laugh. "You— I— I love it." Of course he does. Of course he does!

     The canvas is set aside for a moment on a nearby table, placed just as solemnly as he'd accepted it. Then he reaches for Amaron, hands squeezing his shoulders, before he brings him in for an embrace he practically buries himself into. I love you.

     ( Later, when they have finished holding each other, Link will present his own gift. A single gladiolus bloom painstakingly carved from wood, freshly varnished, but still incomplete. It's small enough to sit in his palm and be imagined as a pendant — he'd been meaning to get a cord for the finishing touch. Maybe, he will suggest, they can go pick one out together. )

#puxrlunae #* puxrlunae & link / your hand like half of mine. #( LIN!! i know i asked for it but oh my gosh!!! thank you so much for this!! #on my hands and knees over them and just BAWLING. they're so much. they're so much!! please they deserve everything and i'm so glad they #at least have each other!! ahhhhhh!! ) #* lionheart / ic. #* lionheart / answer. #* ic / para. #* v / twin suns among dandelions. #* intermission / queue.

[desertforged]

@puxrlunae sent: [ bathe ] sender helps receiver wash themselves in a bath

A soft sigh of content fell from his lips as Ta'ariq relaxed in the cool water. He tilted his head back, letting his hair soak. It had grown longer suddenly - ever since the Triforce of Power had woken; where it had reached just past his shoulders when he left the desert, it now reached the small of his back, making it more difficult to deal with.

Thankfully, Amaron was with him, already helping him wash after a long day. "After we're done here, think you could take your knife to my hair?'

#answered ; #puxrlunae

[lunarisdeus]

The ebb and flow of the household had been fairly stable for a while, challenges had come and passed. Not only for the village, but for the three of them as well. Kasus had taken much of his time taking odd jobs if he wasn’t at home, keeping everything orderly and matching preferences for Amaron’s and Sheik’s specific areas of the home. His love was down to the detail. 

With Kasus’ turn to cook, making a meal that would include at least one thing each of them enjoyed. If all three of them were able to sit down, he’d always find a way to treat them. Perhaps it wasn’t perfect, but they usually had a fair amount of leftovers to use for meals the next day. Breakfast spoils, certainly. His confidence had grown, taking recipes and suggestions from Anju or others in the village had been a great stepping stone for him. Even if he hadn’t been half bad before, working with a wide variety of ingredients had their challenges.

Beyond the sizzle of food and the scent of herbs and spices, Kasus had both Amaron and Sheik sitting at the table. Serving them their food and then himself, “ Let me know how it is, “ It was rare for them to all be seated and eating at the proper time, casual conversation flowed, talking about work. Things that were interesting. Village updates came up, which Kasus had been hoping for,

“ Seems like the village is in a good place, repairs are largely done since the last incident. Everything is calm and stable, “ eyes casting a glance to read their faces as he suggested, “ I think we deserve some sort of vacation. Nice little family vacation, “ they were a family, right? He spoke to Granny a few days ago as he brought her ingredients he had fetched, she had put that little idea in his head, “ Thoughts? “

@puxrlunae & @guideoftime

#puxrlunae #guideoftime #( bonds — ' sheik/amaron/kasus ' — guideoftime & puxrlunae ) #( muse — kasus ) #// vacation thread c:

[ourowndemise]

🐹 you're my best friend lmao I WILL ADMIT I WAS INTIMIDATED AT FIRST, but only because I was/am a small bean and wrote another Ganon lmao <333

How Intimidating Am I?

And now we've shared a bed and got Denny's together at 3am-ish in our jammies 🤣 Can't be intimidated after that!! Love you bestie <33

#sacrificium [ooc] #[<3] #puxrlunae

[sapientiiae]

@puxrlunae asked: i came to claim the one i love. acotar prompts

Court meetings complete for the day and nothing else on her schedule, Zelda had decided to treat herself to a walk through the Royal Gardens, still one her favorite features to Hyrule Castle (rivaled only by the library). She’d always felt the gardens were calming, walking amongst the rows of shrubbery and flowers with fresh air and a breeze tickling her face. It was a place for her to block out the rest of the world and really think, and she had a lot to think about lately. 

When she rounded a corner from the maze of hedges, she was surprised to find Amaron standing there. There was a look to his gaze that she didn’t recognize and couldn’t quite place, not did he look as collected as he usually did. There was this underlying sense of urgency she felt, subtle but still there.

“Amaron? What are you doing here?” She’d intended to ask if everything was alright, but the words fell short, incapable of being vocalized as her eyes darted across him, searching for clues and attempting to decipher what was happening.

“I came to claim the one I love.”

Her breath hitches, heart now pounding at a gallop in her chest. When she’d had a lot to think about today, the bulk of her thoughts had revolved around Amaron, something it had taken her a while to admit to herself. Seeing him now made her head swim, but she knew she couldn’t allow herself to be irrational. She needed to approach him with a level head, even as her steps faltered and her mouth felt dry as she stared at him from across the ten or so foot distance.

“And—“ She cringed at the way her voice came out in nearly a croak, lips pursed as she folded her hands behind her back to hide the way they trembled. She was almost afraid to pose her question, needing to know what his answer was but also unprepared for whatever devastation may await her.

“—who would that be?”

#puxrlunae #[ I know I said all answered asks would get tossed into the queue #but the way zelda was like 'you must post this NOW' ] #the clear water’s surface reflects growth ⌈ ᴀɴsᴡᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴀsᴋs ⌋

[hyliagenesiia]

@puxrlunae sent: 💋 [can be totally platonic! up to you!]

Since a gentleman asked, she wouldn't say no. He was much taller than she, so Zelda had to stand on her toes just to reach to press a prim, chaste kiss to his cheek - the kind a princess should give. After all, they were still little more than strangers.

"Does that satisfy?"

#answered ; #puxrlunae

[tenebriism]

She finally worked up the courage and it ended like that. No wonder she's single. If you all will excuse her, she'll be in her bedroom having a silent meltdown.

#puxrlunae #[ give her about an hour to just... internally scream. she'll be alright. <3 maybe. ] #muse ;; MALON ( DASHBOARD COMMENTARY )