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THE LAW DOESN’T PROTECT PEOPLE : PEOPLE PROTECT THE LAW  .private & highly selective akane tsunemori of psycho pass as loved by seren / / personal’s don’t reblog ( art credit )

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* SING O’ GODDESS ! / / private & highly selective princess zelda of the legend of zelda franchise as loved by seren

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inlondon:

will  she  ever  learn  that  every  issue,  every  problem,  big  and  small,  that  arises,  he’s  concerned  about ?  he’s  here  to  protect  her  from  harm  in  all  types  of  ways,  from  physical  detriment,  hazards,  to  even  the  SMALLEST  THINGS              even  a  sunburn  makes  him  worry  he  hadn’t  taken  care  of  her  enough  to  satisfy.  she’s  bashful  about  his  examination.  maybe  he  is,  too.  a  little  PINK  in  the  cheeks.  blue  eyes  dart  over  the  reddening  skin  of  her  shoulder.  ❝  sunscreen  next  time,  ❞  he  murmurs  quietly,  adam’s  apple  bobbing  a  little  in  his  throat.  ❝  we’ll  remember  that,  right ?  ❞

EVERYTHING ABOUT HIM SEEMS TO DEMAND HER FULL ATTENTION- AS THOUGH HER EYES WERE TETHERED- ALWAYS LEADING BACK TO HIM. the fact that he ways always there did nothing to help the matter. her mind felt divided, a part of her was always drifting dreamily to him. golden crown dips , his eyes drift in such a tangible stream across a flushed shoulder & her skin burns harder under his stare. blue eyes lift & zelda offers a demure smile, a nod accompanied by a subtle roll of a shoulder.       “     i promise i will not forget it next time . i do not like to make you worry .      “

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medicative:

                     “      TELL   ME  ABOUT  IT.     ”          he     quickly     resigned   to   frustration.      “     tell   me   about  it   so   i   have   a   better   understanding                 of   it   and    of   you.      ”

THE PRINCESS PAID NO MINDING TO THE GRUFF DRAG OF HIS VOICE OR THE WAY HIS EYES SNAPPED AS MOUTHS. laugh sounds seraphic- the sweet birdsong floating on dawn.        “     well , there is much to be said . herbal remedies of course cannot treat every ailment - but they can serve as a sort of alternative to simple things such as aspirin .       “

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HIS EYES PRICKLE & NIP AT HER SKIN AS HOUNDS , HER AWARENESS OF HIS CLOSENESS SWELLS. head turns, bashfully a smile sews itself ‘gainst tender lip & her laughter falls as delicately as spring rain. hand waves, fingers tuck stray blonde hairs behind her ear absently.        “     it is only a little sunburn, you do not need to worry so much .      “

@inlondon

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CONCERN SETTLES IN A SHEET OF FINE WRINKLES ACROSS HER FOREHEAD. hands flutter with all of the contained care of something frail, cradling, holding. it is now that eyes flicker, rain cloud heady with only more worry.        “     are you alright ? that looks like it hurts - here, let me see .      “

@rosecursd

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fteroboros:

A HUNTER’S MOON. that’s what the english call it; that stain of red across the midnight sky. ❝  it’s a beautiful night,  ❞ to hunt, to drink. but alucard is not alone anymore. he glances back, tinted glasses gleaming over the broad expanse of a lofty shoulder. ❝  don’t you think?  ❞ his eyes are hidden, but his gaze is true.

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THE MOON HUNG HEAVY AS A RUBY- A RED BLEEDING HEART SOAKING THE DARK FABRIC OF THE SKY. pale eyes pivot , sweet mouthed she smiles  &  crown dips momentarily.         “     it is very beautiful tonight - such a rare sight too .      “

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i haven’t abandoned zelda im still here so uhh like this for a starter ! 

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cosmickilled:

                  A PLANET IS BORN FROM HIS SIDE.  molding itself from a great swatch of his skin. but even as it forms – it collapses to his own great gravity. briefly, briefly, the handshake of all things is disrupted. he is a living cosmos, the universe distorting around his purely under his will. he holds himself together as a great feet of his own manifested gravity, he eats the planets that are a natural occurrence of passing evolution because he hungers. 

                 ❛  i don’t have time for PRINCESSES, my dear. ❜

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INDIGNATION SWELLS & FILLS HER CHEEKS IN A SPILL OF FLUSHED WARMTH. teeth grit , tongue presses with a violence ‘gainst the back of them , air is sucked in & the princess makes an effort to leash her spike in irritation. as though being a princess meant she was a frugal thing- easily dismissed for her title alone. teeth flash in a sugary smile, but there is something undeniably feral about the gesture, all gleaning teeth & sharp eyed stare.         “     do not belittle me .      “

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medicative:

                NEVER    HAD    THERE        been   such   a   disdainful   stare   for   something   so     absurdly   menial.       “     herbal   remedies,     ”         he   heaved   a   laborious    sigh,      “      aren’t   my   area    of   expertise.    ”

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HIS DISDAIN IS ABSORBED & SET ASIDE, IT IS MET WITH A DIPPED CROWN & LOWERED GAZE. voice arrives with a delicacy , chin lifts  &  her responding smile is steeped in kindness.         “     it just so happens i know a fair amount about it - how can i help ?      “

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rests his head on her shoulder. just bc. hes tired

give zelda some love ♡

HIS HEAD FALLS WITH SUCH SOFTNESS TO REST ON HER SHOULDER. the breeze is heady with the fragrance of grass  &  of flowers, his hair raises & reaches delicately to tickle her neck. a sigh is exhaled, head tilts to rest atop his & the princess allows her eyes to flutter closed. stolen moments like this are meant to be horded as the sweetest grapes beneath the tongue- they are meant to be cherished in the quiet moments when even the birds have fallen silent. cool fingers glide along his arm until she finds his hand, to grasps it softly.         “     link . . .  .      “

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i haven’t abandoned zelda im still here so uhh like this for a starter ! 

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I only did my brows and put on lipstick but man this dress is comfy 🌹💋

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hylaen:

this  is  the  star  upon  which  intimacies  are  realised  :  the  essence  of  him  ,  the  empty  space  ,  so  bare  before  her  it  takes  away  from  his  form  &  bones  abandon  a  concave  chest  ,  the  remaining  material  thin  as  flesh  .        though  she  intends  to  employ  comfort  ,  the  wind  of  her  words  travel  through  him  like  winter  does  frail  Mother  Nature  .  this  exposure  reaches  his  inner  tissue  ,  her  concern  some  palpable  ,  dissecting  hand  .

&  this  isn’t  to  say  that  she’s  unkind  ;  only  that  the  spirit  is  as  much  a  muscle  as  the  brain  ,  carrying  the  semantics  of  fear  &  wisdom  which  unfortunately  translate  into  the  new  soul  as  irrationalities  .  he’s  an  entity  with  an  eternity  of  independent  evolution  sewn  into  one  form  .

thus  ,  these  words  ,  soft  as  they  are  ,  communicate  to  link  one  deficiency  in  his  character  :  his  loneliness  is  evident  ,  a  trait  which  doesn’t  suit  a  hero  .  his  body  winces  ,  spirit  pained  ,  for  her  proposal  has  uprooted  him  .

however  ,  he  is  aware  .  though  he  only  meets  her  gaze  for  a  moment  ,  love  relies  not  on  time  ,  &  her  genuine  state  is  communicated  .  he  trusts  her  .  &  she  is  right  to  assume  his  isolation  ,  to  a  faint  degree  only  .

❝  maybe  i  am  ,  ❞        is  strained  ,  yet  the  depression  of  his  shoulders  reveals  this  to  be  a  confession  born  of  tranquility  than  defence  .  he  holds  her  hand  &  the  tenderness  is  much  .  he  considers  how  thin  the  skin  is  between  each  finger  ,  &  how  many  nerves  of  hers  live  in  the  palm  ,  &  how  she’s  entrusted  something  so  bare  to  his  own  hands  ,  which  still  ,  on  occasion  ,  look  bloody  &  clawed  .  he  lacks  the  right  to  hold  her  tighter  with  these  hands  .  he  lets  go  .        ❝  but  it  isn’t  my  place  to  admit  it  .  ❞

SHE SEES THE IMPACT OF HER WORDS, HOW THE STRIKE HIM AS FISTS, AS HANDS CONTORTED TO BREAK- TO WOUND. her words do not arrive with the gentility of spring, with the same tenderness as her voice, they arrive fearsome, hurricane strong  &  the uproot him so completely. 

her heart lurches- violently it runs to the end of its leash  &  she feels lost of words to offer him the comfort she seeks to provide. her mouth is dry, filling so swiftly with sand  &  fragrant earth, choking, choking on her own sentiment. there is no way to carve the sadness- the loneliness from him as one does a bullet, it is sewn into the marrow of his bones ; of hers . it is their badge to don, it is the weight of so many lives compressed to one soul. 

tongue presses violently ‘gainst the back of her teeth ; this is their fate. his eyes are vast  ;  naked  &  so blue her throat clenches ; parched.  his shoulders say all that his fleeting eyes cannot, breath comes short, anguish wrinkles her fine boned face..        “     of course it is your place  .     “     palm swelters  &  when his hand falls away fingers fly forward, a hesitant rustle of grass  &  her heart swells with the hope that he will hold her hand again. in the face of everything, link, the chosen hero, is only a boy  &  in this moment that is all that the princess needs of him.        “     . . . i am lonely too .  .     “

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when will i ever leave res alone

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seren i LOVE you and everything u have to say abt zelda. i love how u make her more human than the games ever did n how beautifully ur graceful n thoughtful writing style matches w her

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i love ur oc zelda

tell me what u think about my portrayal ♡

GET THE FUCK OUTTTTT. i m seriously kidding because really- REALLY. that means so much to me from you of all people. like i admire you so so so fucking much res, you are so fucking talented and you put literally so much heart and passion and consideration into every character you write. i love every single blog you make, i love reading the headcanons you make about them because you make them so completely and utterly unique to you. not to mention your writing leaves me completely breathless, go di feel so luck y to call you my friend and getting to write with you.