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Sorry for disappearing for weeks. It’s been a weird time. I’m not back but I did want to pop in and mention that I can be found on discord at bri#5211

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Headcanons

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       I have about an hour to prepare to go to new brunswick unexpectedly, for who knows how long. It’s very sudden, some things have happened. I don’t have time to do a queue, nor do I have the energy. I’m not taking my laptop, so this will be a brief semi-hiatus despite the fact that I do have mobile. So when I’m not driving for 6 hours, I’ll likely be lurking if I have wifi. You can find me on discord in the meantime, it’s  bri#5211

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starter call | @shepherdlead​

            Perched comfortably on the stone fence, Mavis observed as her cucco--henry--stepped his way up to the stranger. Normally he shied away from interactions with those unfamiliar to him, so his abnormal behavior piqued her curiosity. Soon her intrigue simmered, however, when Henry tilted his head before pecking at the other’s feet. Clearly his social skills need to be improved on. Amusement flowed through the tone of the words she spoke, addressing the stranger.      ❛   I think he likes you.   ❜

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starter call | @divineoath​

         Mavis has heard of the Champions----who hasn’t ? Spoken of so highly, praised for their impressive skills and the duty they’ve been tasked with. She’s seen all of them together only once ; a gathering hosted by the royal family in honour of ( to show off ) the warriors. The immortal has never met or had a chance to talk to any of them, though. Not before today.            She shouldn’t be too surprised to happen across the Zora. She’d been traveling along the pathway to Zora’s Domain, after all, illuminated by a glow of blue from the lamps lighting the way. She bowed first--Mipha is royalty, the princess of the Zora, a healer to her people, a protector. Despite many years of endless wandering, Mavis still maintained some of the manners taught to her by her mother. Rather than introducing herself, however, the guardian took a different conversational approach.            ❛   I imagine it’s quite intimidating to be the chosen Zora Champion ? Having so many look up to you, depend on you.   ❜        She wasn’t trying to be rude, there was no negative tone to her words. Rather, a curious one. She’s intrigued by the notion of getting to speak to one of the cherished Champions alone.

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for every ‘@’ sent (anon or not) I WILL mention and post some positivity about a fellow tumblr user

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stainlovin.

out of the shadow of a tree a girl, with a grin pulling on pale lips is wide enough to almost divide her face into two, steps out. many of the sleepless nights where her hopes went up sky high for a small glimpse of a stained moon, had finally taken toll on her gaze, and the wide smile makes her look sicklier, but it still wanders to the bow in her hands and back to the unfamiliar face in front of her. cute, she thinks. just a shame her face is twisted by a glare. undeserving one at that. after all, there is still not a thing she has done to awake suspicion. “how cruel, i am not gonna hurt you or anything. what do you think a sweet girl like me could possibly do?” 

         ❛   Your facade means nothing to me. I don’t know what you’re capable of.   ❜      Icy words cast from parted lips, eyes narrowing a slight amount further. In truth, it wouldn’t have surprised the immortal at all if the stranger suddenly posed in a fighting stance, claiming to be her end. Yiga Clan members paraded around under the disguise of innocent travelers, harassing those whose attention they happened to draw in. If the nuisances weren’t enough, enemies were appearing more frequently as of late. Those who still took the risk of traveling, did so warily. There was something unnerving about the girl, though Mavis couldn’t decide what to make of her. So she chose to remain guarded, keeping the weapon clutched within her grasp.       ❛   Who are you ?   ❜

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upboundline.

The glaceon approves of him, so Emmet happily gives her scratches behind the ears. It’s always nice when pokemon approve of him, though it’s uncommon that they don’t (something about being a pro battler, it seems, and being a generally decent person. Pokemon are smart). The acknowledgement that Nimbasa is, indeed, a welcoming city earns a pleased hum from Emmet.

Job duties bullet “make visitors feel welcome!” : done and done. 

“Ah, yes! That would be nice. you can meet my Galvantula too. Since I’ve met once of yours now.”

And because he really does enjoy showing off his favourite (don’t tell the others) pokemon.

But what’s more pressing is the movement of the line, where they’re finally (!) being admitted onto the Ferris wheel’s platform. Emmet’s been on this ride more times than he cares to figure out, but it’s still a lovely view and exciting to be up on top, no matter how many times he does it. Doubly exciting with a stranger who hasn’t seen the city before!

“I’m always ready! I hope you aren’t scared of heights. Ladies first.” 

Emmet gestures at Mavis to board into the car before he follows to sit opposing her. The ride will start soon enough, lurching them off.

“Tell me if you want to know what any buildings or landmarks are! Ok?”

         She moved past him to step into the passenger car, offering a smile as thanks. The unsteadiness of the cabin caught her off-guard, causing Mavis to stumble slightly. The trainer hastily righted her form, sliding onto the bench and pressing herself against the cool glass window. They weren’t even moving yet and she was already eager, forever thankful that a stranger agreed to the sudden request to accompany her ( it was beyond her why the ride required at least two people to partake ).         Glaceon leaped on to the seat, curling up adjacent to the young woman. She wasn’t as excited as her trainer, opting for a nap instead. Mavis wasn’t certain her pokemon was allowed on the attraction, but nobody had told her otherwise and Glaceon was already making herself more comfortable.          ❛   I want to know what all of them are.   ❜       She finally spoke, indicating the landmarks. Plopping her backpack down on her lap, Mavis sifted through the contents within. It took a minute or so, but she withdrew a camera from inside the pouch. The sights are what she traveled all the way to Unova for, there was no way she’d pass up the opportunity to take some photos from the very top of the ferris wheel.             Whilst she fiddled with her camera, there was a sudden squeal, a jolt and they were off, the ride suddenly in motion. She didn’t attempt to take any photos just yet, waiting until they gained some height.       ❛   Your city is very beautiful.   ❜

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💛 platonic stable snuggle bugs

relationships | accepting | @letsbeedle

I 👏 100% 👏 support 👏 this !! Honestly, with the few times he’s helped her, she already trusts him more than she does most. Enough to let him sleep on her and vice versa. Let them be cute snuggle buddies, she’ll even make him some hot chocolate.

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What kind of relationship does your muse want with mine?

❤️ romantic 💛 platonic 💙 family 💜 mentor/mentee 💞 friends with benefits 💕 unrequited love [specify who] 💚 rivals 🖤 enemies

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lcyalbound.

          truth be told, he hadn’t expected her offer of a meal – homemade, by her own hand at that – to be purely out of kindness. not that he believers her to be someone completely void of it or sinister in any way, it’s only a scratching feeling he often gets when this rare occurrence comes around, one that nags  &  nags in the back of his head, causing him to always doubt some way. when the topic of a meal had come up before, he nearly asked for her reason – or, rather, what she wants.

          but, if there’s one thing that catches him off guard  ( besides how delicious the meal looks  &  smells … )  it’s her request. expectations should have been thrown out long ago, upon the moment they met, but as always there was some small thing. here, he thought she would ask for him to slay a beast, or something else that heroes are accustomed to doing. yet, instead, she asks for something that causes eyes to lift up from the food in mild surprise, staring up at her.

          teach her … how to use a sword? it’s simple, an easy thing he could do,  &  he’s done some help in training others before. never, however, had he been asked directly by the one who wanted to be taught. she could have done to any soldier, any commander, but chose him. ( he’s not entirely sure how to feel about that. )

          a moment later, after some thought  &  consideration, lips lift into a gentle smile. a split second of hesitation  &  he nods in agreement. 

            The guardian observed his reaction to both the food, and her request, in silence. Fingers were loosely twined on her lap, lightly fiddling as she waited. Then came the response. Brows arched----could it be that easy ? Normally those being asked of something demanded more in return for their time and effort. Mavis hadn’t come prepared with anything outside of the meal, hopeful that it would be enough to garner his acceptance.             A look of thinly veiled relief swept over countenance. In truth, Mavis wasn’t certain just how  much  she was asking of him. If her archery practice told her anything, requesting to be taught how to use a sword could be a taxing process ( as was any form of training with weaponry ). The notion of asking somebody else, a soldier closer to her ‘ home ‘ perhaps, had crossed her mind. She decided against it, preferring somebody at least vaguely familiar.                                                 ❛   Thank you, I appreciate it.   ❜

            Next time she will show that bokoblin who’s in charge when using a close range weapon. No more yelling at each other.  

            Leaning back in her chair, the guardian allowed the faint hint of a smile to form upon her lips. Slender digits pushed the plate with a slice of apple pie toward him. Being an immortal, food wasn’t necessary for her in order to get by. Whatever leftovers remained in the wake of her chaos, she’d leave for him to deal with.

                                         ❛   When would you want to begin ?   ❜

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weaknesses / flaws | accepting

          Mavis has poor navigational skills. If she’s not equipped with both a map and a compass, she  CANNOT  be allowed to lead anybody unless they’re willing to end up walking in circles, and getting lost. She once ended up stuck in the Lost Woods for 2 years because of this.

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           Even though Ocarina of Time is her main verse, I think about her Breath of the Wild verse a lot and—-

Mavis dyes her clothes whenever she can. She gets bored and likes to mix things up if she has the required supplies and the funds for it.

Roasted apples are her favorite treat when traveling.

She  DOESN’T  like being on the Great Plateau for long periods of time  after  calamity ganon has struck. The ruins always serve as a painful reminder of her failure. It’s also lonely, the Bokoblins surrounding the temple aren’t good company. 

100% likes to mess with a Hinox if she stumbles across one. They’re a burden to other travelers anyway, so why not ?

She will go out of her way to avoid Lynels if possible.

Mavis makes a home out of the Woodcutter’s House once the prior resident is gone, she also has his diary. It’s how she learned to make Spicy Meat and Seafood Fry.

Hateno Village is her favorite place to stay when leaving the Great Plateau. 

She is also terrible at shield surfing, has ended up face planting more than once. 

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send ⚠ to pick up/carry my muse

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The price of a memory, is the memory of the sorrow it brings.

 Pittacus Lore (via amortizing)

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letsbeedle.

once in the safety of the stable’s inn, he takes his board back, shaking water off of it before replacing it around his neck. he’s a bit amused to see that most of the patrons that have made it here are in varying degrees of soaked, gathered around candles with their blankets to ward off the chill.

                “Oh, I’m quite alright! Beedle is used to drastic weather.”

beedle proceeds to plop his pack on the floor with a dull thud, digging around inside of the contents for something. he pulls out many things as he looks; some dried fruits and meat to eat, a lantern, a canteen– ah! there it is!

he pulls out a thick bedroll, untying the rope that holds it together. two blankets make it up, and he offers one of them to his unexpected companion. he attempts to dry himself with the other, though the damp wool makes his skin itch. but he supposes it’s better than sitting around in wet clothes, so he opts to sit in front of his pack with the blanket around his shoulders. he gestures for her to join him, offering some of the rations he had taken out.

                    “Are you alright? What were you doing in such weather?!”

          Perhaps she shouldn’t have been as surprised as she was by his resourcefulness, but it was both interesting and impressive to see what he’d dig out of the large bag next. Mavis herself, hardly had any actually useful supplies left. Naturally, she accepted the offered fabric with a grateful nod, using a corner of the blanket to partially dry her drenched attire. It was a half-hearted gesture, clothes soaked from the storm.

          Not needing to be asked twice, the guardian unceremoniously dropped down alongside Beedle, legs crossing beneath her. Mavis then wrapped herself in the warmth provided by the blanket, thankful for his kindness. Had it not been for Beedle’s generosity, she’d be an icicle by now.            Elbow settled upon leg, cheek resting on her palm as the immortal glanced curiously at her companion.       ❛   I am, thank you for lending me your blanket. I was traveling to the next village when I ended up getting caught within the storm. Maybe if I’d been paying attention, I could have avoided the terrible weather. What about you ?   ❜  

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lightseal.

White tresses fall soft across the stallion’s neck… his mane dances freely with the wind as he takes the carrot from the girl’s fingers. He waits not for his rider’s approval, for her instincts are sharp, and if the girl was any threat he would have been alerted. There is deep trust between the two – not master and mount, but traveling companions. 

Zelda raises an arm to run her hand through Arion’s locks as he enjoys his snack. The happiness sparkling in his eyes is so evident that the spirit maiden finds her own heart filling with joy. “I believe he rather liked that.”

She suppresses a laugh as her horse begins sniffing around the girl as if in search for more treats.

“Mavis, is it? What a wonderful name. I am Zelda – a pleasure to make your acquaintance.” She bows her head a bit, a smile upon her lips. “Thank you for indulging him. I try not to spoil him too much, but he’s quite the persistent one! I find he’s very hard to say ‘no’ to.”

          ❛   He deserves to be spoiled, he’s beautiful.   ❜      Fond smile upon her lips, Mavis reached into her bag to fish out another treat. Just one----if it were up to her, she’d have given him at least half a dozen by now. However, restraint was necessary in the presence of royalty. Her fondness for animals warred with her self-control on a daily basis. When back at the temple, she’d often be found giving food to any stray animals that lingered on the premises.            Removing her hand from the pouch, the carrot rested on her palm as she offered it to the stallion. The index finger of her free hand pressed to her lips, a fake show of ‘ don’t tell ‘.

                                                      ❛   May I pet him ?   ❜

          She tried not to sound too hopeful, knowing that some horses or on occasion their riders, were skittish when it came to people who were nothing more than strangers, coming too close. The immortal had no desire to spook the horse or make the princess wary.