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[hyrulea]

SMALL HIATUS NOTICE

Recently, I’ve been feeling incredibly burnt out and I feel like I genuinely need a small break from tumblr. My muse for JJBA muses (including my oc Kat) & Queen Maeve are ALWAYS high. I never struggle with those and you can feel free to start threads or send asks for them anytime you want.

I suppose it’s just the other muses, that I kinda struggle with. Idk. I’m not dropping anyone yet, but I might revamp my blog by the end of this month or so. I shall be back here next week. I won’t be completely offline though, so you can dm me anytime if you wanna discuss potential plots or something.

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Lit cigarette remained between Maeve's index and middle finger, her gaze traveling yet again to take a look at Steve. Tired, full of unspoken guilt, which she would always rather drown in alcohol. That has been her way of dealing with this entire corporate bullshit ever since she remembered. Her "heroic" persona on whenever Vought needed her, only for her to shed it like a snake shedding it's own skin, whenever she would be all by herself. At some point, she stopped fighting, stopped trying to change anything because in the end, nothing would ever change, or that's what she made herself believe. Then Vought found him. Steve Rogers, also known as Captain America. At first Maeve didn't have any hopes, believing him to be another corrupted supe, only for him to prove her wrong. Steve was hopeful and determined - two traits Maeve was lacking by now, traits suppressed by this damned Vought. At this point. she lost count of how many times he had come to her quarters with his oh so hopeful plan to take Homelander down. Little did he know, it was actually working. His words affected her more than anyone ever could and... it was such an embarrassing thing to admit.

❝ Shit. You're not planning to ease up on me with this one, are you? ❞ One brow rose in questioning manner, as if wanting him to confirm her suspicions. Homelander was known for being adamant at times, but when it came to that trait? Maeve had to admit... Steve takes the cake. Deep, exhausted sigh finally escaped her lips, followed with Maeve averting her gaze. Maybe out of sheer defeat, maybe embarrassment. Crap. In fact she didn't remember the last time she felt this weirdly hopeful, like a small child on Christmas morning. ❝ Alright tell me about this wonderful plan of yours, Captain Boyscout ❞ Auburn tresses moved to frame her face, barely concealing a slight twitch of her lips. It took her entire willpower not to crack a smile. Damn him - She thought. Though her usual sarcasm lingered, he could tell she was being a bit playful this time.

Homelander could threaten him all he wanted and it wouldn't do anything. Steve Rogers does not back down from bullies and that's certainly not going to change anytime soon. This bastard is going down one way or another.

Even if has to go at it alone. He rather not but he will, if that's what it comes down to. Homelander has met his match in Steve and that is becoming more and more apparent with each passing day.

He knows she can see it too. She can she he's not just hopeful but determined. A righteous vengeance of sorts, he'll take Homelander down or he'll go down fighting while taking Homelander with him. One way or another, he'll take him down with him.

"I know you're sick of it, too. I can see it. Look - I can do this on my own but I rather have your help, if you're willing. You know him better than anyone." It's no secret they used to be close, they used to be a couple, the media was all over that. If she didn't have some good in her, she'd still be with the bastard.

Steve gives a shrug of his shoulders before lips curl up in a smile at her last question, "Maybe. Is it working?" So what if he looks like a fool? He doesn't really give a damn. Someone needs to stand up to this guy and Steve will gladly be the one to do it.

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Diavolo's fragmented irises quietly observed as Dio circled him almost like a hawk circled it's prey. Unbelievable. To find himself in such embarrassing predicament, it was almost more than Diavolo could bear. He had never been a type of person who acted on impulse, never one to be reckless. That was the sole reason why his empire had always been indestructible. Every thing would be carefully crafted and thought out, down to the very details. Tension that hung in the air between them was so thick, bordering on overwhelming. Diavolo had never felt like this before, never before in his life had he felt... threatened. NO. He wouldn't let himself think that, he wouldn't give a room to this basic human emotion, which could only be described as fear. Someone like him was above that, having abandoned such insignificant emotions a long time ago to establish himself as a God.

At vampire's words, man's body went rigid - akin to the statue. Blood boiling in his veins. Dio's words stung his pride, more than he dared to admit and maybe that was the reason why it stung so much. Subtle signs of his anger were showing, something Dio could surely see. The slightest twitch of his fingers, the way he was gritting his teeth. ❝ Mere inconvenience I shall take care of ❞ No one ever dared question his reign and his orders. Not until Giorno... and Bucciarati of course. Both of them being a reason for his incoming downfall. ❝ He decided to meddle in a business that didn't concern him ❞

The vampire chuckled in bothered by his words. “Indeed and he’s giving you so much trouble…but my son is not under my control in fact he doesn’t even know I’m still alive. I wonder what would happen if we met…” he left that thought linger in the air as he walked around diavolo to his side and then whispered in his ear like a seductive serpent.

“And why is my son after you? Did you wrong him personally? Attack those he held dear? Oh no you did something far more sloppy. Ignored rules and customs in order to get more cash, selling drugs to children and making your own henchmen turn against you over it. Was it that hard to hold back? Or was the petty change of children really worth all these headaches?~”

And in the blink of an eye Dio was at arms length once again. “You haven’t gone too far yet. Surely you can fix things and stop my son from trying to get your head. But you’re going to need my help”

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A twitching of his fingers didn't go unnoticed by Airam's eyes, bright irises moving to take a better look, taking into details. Everything was clear at this point. His overinflated ego shattering like a small doll made of the most fragile porcelain that could exist. His reaction, his paranoia and barely suppressed anger... all of that made her want to crack a smile. A smile that would speak of her triumph. She had him right in her grasp, right where she wanted him. Nathan was a bully - that much was clear of course. However, he was a special type of bully. One who thrived on validation from others, that type of bully who could pick only on those who were weaker than him. That, Airam was certain of. ❝ You aren't? ❞ A swift question with an undercurrent of a threat, carefully hidden, waiting to strike like a serpent ready to attack it's unsuspecting victim. His claim was pointless, used simply to cover up his cowardice. How amusing that was to Airam. For a moment, a slightest moment that felt like a fleeting second, the corners of her lips twitched... if only barely, speaking volumes of her newfound confidence, of her current amusement. That person wasn't the shy and meek Maria he used to know. No. Maria was gone, making space for another who was fearless, confident and almost deadly. Then... Feeling of a cold steel being pressed against her forehead washed over her entire body. It felt like the time had stopped during that moment. Silence in the corridor now much louder than it ever was, almost unbearable and yet... Airam's expression remained unchanged, even if her heart pounded in her chest like a hammer. Cold look lingered in her eyes before bright irises moved to lock themselves with Nathan's furious ones. ❝ You kill me, you end up in jail. Either way, I win. ❞ Her movements were slow and measured as her feet moved, making a daring move. Approaching him even closer. ❝ Now... are you prepared for the consequences... Nathan? ❞ Airam asked softly, but there was a quiet venom in the tone of her voice, which spoke of her resentment for him.

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Scared? Fearing the very girl he humiliated at the last vortex party? No, not after the public humiliation he was answered with earlier that morning. What enraged him further was the female's audacity to question his own inquiry without acknowledging his words in the slightest or opting to deliver a proper answer. Maybe it'd have not been such a big issue if not for the massive amount of egocentricity and narcissism he suffered from. Something his allies and friends fed him on a daily basis. ❝ You think this is fun, don't you, you damned creep? ❞ The aggression in his voice was rather obvious, his fingers twitched from the intensity of anger which flowed through his veins at that very moment. He was never looked down on, let alone being questioned or humiliated.

❝ I ain't scared, you little bitch! You don't even know who the fuck I am! ❞ Nathan exclaimed, his tone just growing unhinged by each passing minute until it finally took over his psyche as it usually does when he's under pressure, feeling insecure, cornered. In one swift motion he pulled out the handgun he carried with him, the muzzle pointed directly at the female's forehead while his hand trembled under the rising anxiety that was slowly setting in, the index on his right hand hovering over the trigger similar to a landmine waiting to explode under the slightest pressure.

This wasn't what he was accustomed to. Being questioned, being pushed around, having his insecurity questioned and mocked even. No one ever dared to do so, not even Max Caulfied. Even Chloe surrendered at the gun point and wanted him to withdraw till the fire alarm saved her sorry ass and now he stood here, before a girl he loathed just as the rest two, the girl he humiliated just because she had the audacity to set her eyes on him. He couldn't understand how she even had this sudden willpower and strength to confront him after that night at the party, and that only fueled his anxiety further. It gave rise to a tension between the two which could be considered razor thin at this moment.

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First batch of replies had been posted today. Two more are scheduled for tomorrow and day after tomorrow, as I don’t wanna spam the dash.

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✦ . 　⁺ 【 @somnus-lucis-caelum 】 ⁺ 　 . ✦

╰ ★ cont. from 「 X 」

The weight of his gaze had not gone unnoticed. Zelda’s hands, folded delicately in front of her, did not falter as Somnus walked past. Yet her eyes followed him...sharp, bright, as if carved from ancient starlight. There was no fear in her expression. Only understanding. And something else… quiet defiance, perhaps, or the kind of sorrow only those touched by fate could recognize in one another.

At his words, she inclined her head just slightly, her voice soft and clear.

❝ I always do. ❞

The Astrals spoke in ways not everyone could comprehend, through dreams, through silence, through memory. She had listened all her life, long before she stepped foot on this broken, beautiful land. And yet, there was a tone in his warning that made her pause.

Zelda turned fully now, her gown brushing against stone, the silver crest of Lunhyrule glinting in the sun. ❝ But perhaps you ought to listen, too. Even those chosen by gods can forget how to hear them. ❞

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Her feet made little noise as she walked. She did not want to disturb the quiet in the cave. The air felt old , she felt it in her lungs, and her skin tingled under her cloak. Her eyes looked at the stone. She traced the faded carvings; she did this with a scholar's desire and an respect.

❝ The markings…❞ She spoke softly, just above a whisper, but her voice carried in the silence. ❝ They are not Sheikah or Zonai. But someone made them to be found ❞

She moved near the wall. She used her fingers to brush away some moss. The symbols below gleamed in the torchlight. Their meaning was gone, but their purpose was clear.

❝ I wonder how long this place waited ❞ she said, almost to herself. Then more steady: ❝ I’ll stay close. If it reveals anything... I want to see it with you, Link. ❞ Voice took on a tone that could be considered calm, calmer than she ever was in fact. She was with him now, with her entire trust put in him, in her very knight. The one who had been by her side from the very beginning, protecting her so fiercely with all of his strength even when... she used to doubt him, even when she let her jealousy cloud her perception of him.

The cave swallowed the light behind them, sealing the outside world in a curtain of stone and shadow. Cool air coiled around Link’s skin, damp and old, like breath held for centuries. He moved quietly, his boots pressing soft impressions into the earth, the echo of his steps eaten by the cave’s silence. Every few paces, he paused to listen. The distant drip of water, the faint scuttle of something small and unseen. Nothing threatening yet.

His hand hovered near the hilt at his side, not quite touching it, but ready to draw the sword that seals the darkness from its scabbard. The torchlight behind him cast a golden flicker across the uneven walls, pulling strange shapes from the jagged rock, painting them like warnings. Moss clung to the edges of the path, and old carvings that weren't Hylian peeked through cracks in the stone, worn smooth by time but still deliberate in their design.

He didn’t speak when he was this alert, letting instinct do what words couldn’t. Every sense leaned forward, searching for a shift in the air, a sign in the dust, anything that might whisper what this place used to be.

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The wind in Lestallum brought smells of roasted peppers, smoked meat along with engine grease - these smells differed from the clean, herb sweet breezes of her home. But Zelda did not care. A rhythm existed here - a pulse beneath the loud shouts of vendors and the quick movements of children through alleyways. People lived here; they went on with their lives, despite difficulties.

She stood near the overlook. Her shawl covered her against the wind. Sunlight shone on the gold trim of her plain traveling clothes. Nothing about her showed she was royalty. But people who passed her often looked a second time. They saw something in the calm way she moved, and in the way she looked at her surroundings. She seemed to know facts others did not - she appeared to hold a secret she could not tell anyone about. Her gaze slid across the crowds, drawn not by sight but by sensation. The air itself shifted as though something had arrived. Or someone.

She spotted him almost immediately. Messy dark hair. Half-lidded eyes that scanned the crowds with the tired sharpness of someone too young to be so weary. Prince Noctis Lucis Caelum. He looked… unguarded. Alone, in a way that went beyond company. The stories hadn’t captured that. Neither had the visions. There was something raw in his presence something deeply human. He was not the boy carved into coins or whispered about in prophecy.

He was real. And he was eating a spicy skewer with all the solemnity of a man facing a divine trial. Zelda watched him for a moment longer, then approached,not directly, not as a storm, but gently. Like a breeze stirring flame. She stopped a few paces beside him, turning her gaze toward the horizon. Let the silence stretch. Let it feel like coincidence.

Then softly

❝ You chose the right one, ❞ she said, voice lilting and accented, but clear. ❝ The vendor with the red awning always adds more pepper. ❞ She didn’t look at him right away. Let him decide if she was worth a second glance. Let him wonder. Only after a beat did she shift to meet his eyes. There was no fear in hers. No awe, either. Just a strange sort of knowing...like she recognized him, even if they had never met.

❝ Forgive me, ❞ she added gently, folding her hands in front of her. ❝ I don’t mean to intrude. I’m still learning the etiquette here. In Lunhyrule, we tend to speak plainly. ❞

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With no boats going into or out of Galdin, Noctis and his friends had had no choice to make their way to Lestallum to plan their next move. Iris was there, and whilst Gladio didn't say anything out loud, Noctis had known he was worried about her so really it was killing two birds with one stone.

Gladio was with her now. Noctis thought they needed some time alone. He wasn't the only person who had lost a father, after all, and Iris was just a kid. She needed her brother. Ignis had gone shopping to replenish their supplies and Prompto was off looking for things to photograph for his album leaving Noctis to explore by himself.

Lestallum was smaller than Insomnia, but it was busy. He supposed that was, in part, down to the number of refugees who had fled their after the attack. It had its charm though. Their were bustling markets, and everywhere he looked their was a different food vendor. He was currently munching on a spicy skewer he'd picked up from one of them, and he had to say it was amazing.

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Zelda does not move. Not at the shrug, nor at the bad words he speaks. Her lips curve slightly, suggesting understanding. ❝ Perhaps ❞ She does not deny it. She does not accept the challenge he gives her. Her eyes stay steady, bright in the lantern's light, calm despite his mockery.

❝ But boredom is a sign, not a fault,❞ she answers softly. "And if I want something from others, it is only because I know how easily people disappear when no one looks at them ❞ She walks forward, not too close, but enough so silence fills the space between them. Her steps slow and almost cautious, but not with fear. Not at all.

❝ You are not an easy player, Gin. I know. ❞ Her voice drops, a soft sound that seems like respect, but something old is under it - it sees through to the core.

❝ But you did not pick the rules of this game, did you? You just got good at living through them. ❞ She tips her head again, this time with respect, not pity. Never pity.

@hyrulea ; ❝ You smile… but your soul doesn’t. ❞ Zelda stands beneath a paper lantern flickering in the twilight breeze, her eyes fixed calmly on Gin's ever-grinning face. ❝ It must be exhausting, ❞ she murmurs, tilting her head just slightly. ❝ Keeping all your truths locked behind your teeth. ❞ Her tone is soft, non-judgmental, but there's a quiet challenge behind her words. She sees more than most.

Unprompted!

Assumption of the holy, down onto the damned. Gin was not burdened with a destiny, for his path had been taken, each willing blood-filled step at a time. [ a snake does not ponder if its poison is lethal; it only makes sure it does the job. ] Still, he was not fond of someone making such words to speak of him, as though deep in her eyes, she could see his, even though his are ever shut & morbid with how it fits his face too well.

Her head cant, making him shrug his shoulders at the divine words of false redemption that throbbed like a living heartbeat. ❝ I think I'm doin' just fine. ❞ Gin spoke, tilting his chin up higher as his arms crossed. --- ❝ I think yer just bored with life, so yer lookin' into others fer somethin', ❞ Gin mocked. ❝ We can both play this game of yers, I ain't an easy player. ❞

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All of the replies have been put in a queue and shall be finally delivered tomorrow. Good night everyone 💓

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Just added corrupted AU for my Zelda. It’s already added to the carrd, make sure to take a look if interested 👁️

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I was supposed to get to replies (which I will eventually do, I promise) but Kat (my jjba oc) is taking up the entire room in my mind as of now, so I’ve decided to post this. ♡ this post if you wanna plot something with her and I’ll teleport to your dms. I’ve got quite a lot of jjba mutuals here now, so I’ve been hoping to start some more stuff with her, but for the record? I’m fine with doing crossovers with her! So even if you don’t have jjba muses and still wanna interact with her? I’d love to plot with you.

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Finally will be getting to replies today! In the meantime, it kinda might be like talking to the void but— if anyone happens to have any JJBA muses (any at all, as I’m not picky) please send them my oc’s way 🤲🏻

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Small update! Will be getting to the rest of my replies in 2 days or so 💓

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Fighting with a sword was a thing very much foreign to Zelda. It wasn't like she was above it as a princess, of course not. But most of the time, she had been told by her father that she doesn't need to learn how to wield a sword properly & how to use it at all. Link had been her personal guard and protector for as long as she could remember and with time ( even if coming to accept him was hard for her at first ) Zelda started relying on Link.

MASTER SWORD. A legendary sword always wielded by the chosen hero. That chosen hero was of course none other than Link. While Zelda was aware she wouldn't be able to wield it, the knowledge of how to use a sword might come in handy & so she was more than happy to accept it. ❝ A sword? ❞ Voice came out more curious than she intended it to sound, not like it was a bad thing of course. Then a simple nod of her head, followed by her emerald irises lighting up just at the mere thought of something new. It was exciting. ❝ I suppose it wouldn't hurt ❞ Tone was calm and measured just as always, but what betrayed her inner feelings was a slight, subconscious twitch of her fingers. A telltale sign of silent joy that simmered beneath the surface of the usually composed princess.

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"Okay, hear me."

He puts his hands together. "What if, I teach you how to fight with a sword?"

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For a moment there was a silence that hung in the air like a harbinger. That kind of silence that was very much suffocating, that coiled around them almost like a serpent around it's prey. It practically wrapped it's body around Maeve's throat, stealing what she had left of oxygen in her lungs. She didn't speak as if contemplating things, pondering on what he said & the true depth in his words. Feeling which is not so foreign to her suddenly started clawing it's way inside her heart yet again. GUILT. Her eyes remained fixed on Steve, pain ( which silently swirls in their depths ) telling Steve everything he needed to know. There was a clear hesitation, but at the same time... something else had crept it's way inside. A spark of hope perhaps? Her gaze is soft, almost hopeful as she took a better look at him, from head to toe. Steve wasn't the first nor the only one who wanted to change things here at Vought. Starlight tried, only to be threatened by Homelander. Maeve couldn't blame her for not trying anymore, because in the end she herself wasn't any different.

She hated her own cowardice, she hated how scared she always is to stand up to Homelander. He loved her or at least... had his own twisted feelings for her. It should have given her advantage over him, should have given her courage to settle things down with him. Maeve knew that Homelander wouldn't hurt her as he still believed she was HIS. The very thought of his made her sick to her very core. Steve however... there is something different about him. Despite lack of flashy powers, he wasn't afraid to stand his ground, to call Homelander out on his bullshit & maybe that was exactly the reason why Homelander both hated & respected him. That very thing however - Steve's show of true heroism and courage was a painful reminder to Maeve of everything she ever wanted to be. A reason of her bitterness towards Steve. ❝ And you thought coming to me is a good idea? ❞ Her voice lacks it's usual bitterness & there lingers an undercurrent of something like... hope. Or maybe it's an illusion.

❝ Christ, you really are hopeless, Rogers, you know that? ❞

Her eyes are heartbreaking. She looks so lost, so defeated, but he sees something else there. Even if it is a tiny glimmer, he sees a spark of hope. While his heart aches for her, he hopes he can coax that hope out of her and give her the will to fight.

It's going to take more than him to take down Homelander, he knows this, and maybe within time she'll help. It's pretty clear to him she's scared but Steve has never liked a bully and he's not about to back down now.

"It will change." Steve's voice becomes firmer yet still gentle. A determination in both eyes and tone of voice. She may be hopeless, but he still has to believe. He has to. Because if not, what the hell is he doing this for?

"But I can't do it alone. I know you're tired of him. I know you're sick of seeing innocents being slaughtered." So is Starlight, so is a few other people who would be on their side. Together, they can take that bastard down.

"It's not too late to change things, Maeve, but you have to want to. We have to try. I won't stand back and let Homelander keep bullying you, the others, or hurting innocent people. I can't. So either you join me or you stay out of my way - either way, I'm bringing him down."

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There is something dark that forms in Diavolo's fragmented irises, a look of unspoken satisfaction maybe as he sees other's reaction. The sudden appearance of KING CRIMSON is an unexpected one and by the looks of it, Akaza seems to be quite distressed by it. Tall, humanoid creature lingered behind Diavolo - it's presence nearly suffocating to those not accustomed to such amount of power.

FEAR. Emotion that befitted humans, now practically visible on demon's face, as far as Diavolo could see. How amusing & how... ironic. ❝ You feel it, do you not? ❞ Tilt of the head to side, those green, menacing irises fixed on Akaza like those of a hawk hunting it's prey. Voice measured & calm. He is beyond such base emotions. He had overcome them. The ultimate trump card - his stand. King Crimson is what has always given him advantage over others. Something that made him untouchable & feared. Suddenly, one step forward is taken, ground feels like it trembles beneath Diavolo's feet, but it is but a mere illusion, atmosphere getting heavier and heavier and then a response. ❝ To rise above humanity means to become untouchable. To be above basic emotions such as fear. One which you still possess. Do you not? ❞ The concept of humanity wasn't that simple to Diavolo as the other might have initially thought.

and oh, how the environment finds itself distorting and contorting under the other’s power. where there was once ferocity and tenacity lingering in his words, he grows suddenly hushed at the reality between him and the other —

— a difference in strength, unlike anything he has ever known.

a look of surprise takes him over, unable to recognise the emotion that had suddenly bloomed in his heart. was this fear? why was he — why was he afraid?

“…” complete silence, “humans are vulnerable. humans are weak,” if he was to die here, he would go down speaking something he genuinely believed.

“they grow injured too easily. their bones are too prone to breaking. they grow ill and tired after a meek amount of years,” his response almost seemed… automated, “they can’t even save themselves when they are dying.”