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Mun Speaks!

The worst part about wanting to potentially start over with a new blog is the realization that you're going to need to make a new email address. Also it's been ages since I've actually logged in from my laptop and this new layout/structure is throwing me off.

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Mun Speaks!:

I know it’s been a couple months, but I always find my way back to this blog. Wedding planning, events leading up to the wedding, family/friends, and work have kept things busy, but I definitely want to pick back up writing as Zelda. And I’ve been doing more reading lately and have tons of muse/a high want to write.

However, I feel like this blog is a chaotic mess between old tags and followers/following that are inactive. So I’ll likely archive this blog since a fresh start is usually easier than cleaning up everything? And I really need to finish up some small resin commissions before deep diving back in. But….soon? If people are still around and wanna write together?

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Those who don't 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞 in magic will never find it.

For magic can be found all around you, inside you, even in stolen moments.

Welcome to 𝐀𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐇.

Indie. Priv. Sel. Multi-muse. Original World & Original Characters CARRD.

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various links!!

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don’t know if I’ll see you again someday                                        but, if you’re out there…

                                         i hope that you’re ok.

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“Mmm…” A nod of her head as she looked thoughtfully at the flowers still. Their marriage would serve to unify the two kingdoms, but there was not a designated heir or next of kin to look over either of the kingdoms in their absence, which meant they were now responsible for BOTH Hyrule and Abarith. She would have to manage her duties of both kingdoms just as Hiroki would, which would include physically being in both countries. “Yes, I suppose that is true. It is not as if I have seen Hyrule for the last time,” she admits, which does make the change easier, even if it is still an adjustment. 

His words offer a layer of sincerity she hadn’t quite expected, leaving the Princess — or Queen — both surprised and pleased. How was it that she had known Hiroki as many years as she had yet never known this side of him? She’d never thought negatively of the royal, but she was seeing him in a new light with the passing of each day. 

Marriage was proving to be full of surprises. 

Eyes shine with a newfound warmth as she gives a nod of her head, a bit stunned by the sudden rush of emotions she was feeling. “Thank you, Hiroki. I know you are putting as much effort into this as possible, and it truly means a lot to me. I—“ she pauses, suddenly at a loss for words, but her appreciation is evident nonetheless. 

At the mention of return to work, Zelda follows suit and rises to her feet, gloved hands brushing any dirt from the skirt of her dress before she stands upright, shoulders rolled back with proper posture. “Speaking of work…” she trails, looking up to meet Hiroki’s gaze. “I did not wander into the garden and find you here by happenstance — I was summoned here by the guards. By the way they talked and their urgency, I assume something happened. Would you like to talk about it?”

   “You can always go back when you feel homesick.” He reminds her, because they’re supposed to be balancing both places. Hiroki’s main concern is Abarith, so he agreed to the terms of making Hyrule Castle a second home. They can spend a few months in Abarith, and a few others in Hyrule. To balance it all. They can’t be both places at once, so it’s like having a winter or summer home. Somewhere to go at different times. 

   This was the best way to make it all work, and something he was trying to do because he wanted Zelda to be alright here but also still be a part of her home. He knows that Hyrule will never leave her, and he doesn’t expect it to. Nor does he want to merge both the Kingdom’s together and make them just one. That wasn’t the right thing to do.

   “I know you’ll never entirely adjust to being here, but I’m willing to try and balance this out so that it’s fair. I want to make things better here for you, if you can.” He tells her sincerely, gaze turning back around to look at the flowers. They were precious to him that was true, but the Garden wasn’t and shouldn’t be more precious to him than Zelda. She was his wife now, his Queen, ensuring her comfort and happiness here was supposed to be one of his top priorities. Just not more than Abarith. Nothing would ever matter more to him than his Kingdom, the place he’s given everything to and for. 

   “I have to get back to work.” A soft sigh falls from his lips at that and he leans back, rocking onto his feet and pushing himself up. He straightened out his clothes, adjusting the long coat and pulling out his gloves from his pocket. He had a lot of paperwork he needed to get through and even more now after the incident they brought to him. He still wasn’t sure what to do about that, maybe he’d bring it to Eric’s attention. The man did say he’d do whatever he could to make up for his father’s actions.

    He might give him money at least for the repairs, the rest Hiroki can figure out himself. Wood was easy, he can grow trees, and the soldiers can help with repairs. It wasn’t much, but at least he had somewhere to start. An idea on what to do. It lessons some of the panic that had been growing in his chest.

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@galeleads asked: “was…was that…? the power…?”an older prompt i didn't track down

The brunette was seemingly struck speechless — though she was not alone. Even Zelda herself, Princess of Hyrule and Leader of the Sages, could not help but to be left stunned and silent for a moment as she stared ahead. She needed a moment to process exactly what she’d seen before finally giving a nod of her head, turning to look at the brunette maiden after another moment had passed.

“Yes,” came the simple and immediate answer, though she knew that would not suffice — it wasn’t going to cut half of the explanation that Aurora likely deserved.

“Or a portion of it, most likely, given Mari’s age. I can only assume that her power will continue to grow with her,” she sighed, giving a shake of her head. Based off the whispers she’d heard across Hyrule, she’d presumed that Mari was powerful, but her abilities had surpassed even Zelda’s imagination. To see such raw strength from such a young girl, especially one without proper training, was nearly UNHEARD of.

“Do you now understand why I urged you to bring her here for her training?”

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Unfortunately, the princess is so absorbed in her worries and emotions she does not notice the way Link’s smile falters. She’s too busy rambling about how sorry she is for destroying his life, too focused on the material of her gloves because she cannot bear to look him in the eye as she spews these thoughts, that she does not notice his own worries reflected in his expression. 

It is only his movement, the beginning of his signed response, that catches her attention. Lips pursed together, she watches as he effortlessly flows through the signs, anxiously awaiting whatever response he may give.

It was much kinder than she felt she deserved.

“But I do! I—“

Was a foolish girl? A child that set out to save the world? To save a kingdom she was bound to protect because of both her title as princess and her birth as the mortal reincarnation of a Goddess. 

A sigh escapes her lips as she guilty looks at Link, still not quite accepting that she did not owe him an apology on some level. As she’d gotten older, she wished she had the ability to rewind time and give Link the freedom to choose. But even with the Ocarina of Time at her disposal, Hyrule had been through enough — she could not justify using it again solely based off something she wished. Something that would not benefit ALL of Hyrule.

As Link begins to sign once more, Zelda works to steady her emotions, wondering what he has to say this time. The words immediately bring that same sparkle of hope back to her eyes, though she is quick to put a stop to it with her intrusive thoughts: did he want to BE with her? Or did he mean he wished to be here at her side? Because those were two different things.

Slowly she gives an accepting nod, though she isn’t sure she can muster the courage to ask which of the two his signs imply. Instead, she settles for a somewhat ambiguous answer, “I want that too. I am happy that you are here…even if that may sound selfish of me.”

Link's heart lifts at the sight of her nod, the slight twinkle in her eyes. He's been careful to watch the princess for a long time, trying to catalogue her movements and expressions so he might better understand what she's thinking without needing to ask. It's gotten more challenging over time to read her, especially as she's taken more care to hide certain emotions away, but he recognizes the nod and the twinkle as something hopeful and his mouth pulls wide in a smile.

Only for the expression to crash away as she begins speaking again-- the worry and fear of a few moments before returning with a rushing to his ears. Does she not feel the same way about him? What if he misunderstood those expressions before and she indeed hates him, or maybe worse, perhaps she sees this marriage as simply a duty to complete while viewing him with apathy. Lips pinch together slightly as he braces himself.

And the pinch drops away just as soon as it forms, mouth hanging open in surprise as he considers. What is he supposed to do now that the evil is gone? What does a Hero do at the end of the story? He points firmly at Zelda before his hand forms an 'O', resolutely releasing the sign a moment later. A fisted hand circles in front of his chest. << You have nothing to be sorry for. >> He says, although his signs feel detached, fingers moving of their own accord. What he says is true, but it's not nearly all there is to say.

Before this all started, he was a child of the forest, hardly able to imagine anything behind the shaded canopy, let alone a world that contained princesses and monsters. Beyond that though, his world changed even further as he was launched through time. The place he called his childhood was gone along with the familiar faces. In a way, he'd been wrenched away twice from himself, both at the beginning and the ending.

He takes a steadying breath, fingers moving more confidently this time. Reaching forward with both hands, he pulls them back towards himself. Both hands then curl into fists before he brings them together, ending with another pointing finger at Zelda. << I want to be with you. >>

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MISCELLANEOUS SENTENCE PROMPTS *  collection #9

i just wanted to take another look at you.

next time, you can clean up your own mess.

come on, let's go dance.

i will make you so sorry for what you've done to my family.

it might be done now, but it was beautiful, and it was real.

you felt it. i felt it. don't lie.

maybe we're both gross inside.

it's the same story told over and over, forever.

everyone in this bar is talented at one thing or another.

that's just the truth.

are you fucking kidding?

i felt like we had a secret, just the two of us.

i hate the fact that you wore a football jersey to dinner.

you're afraid to be alive. you're afraid to live.

i do this! time after time after time! i do all this shit for other people, and then i wake up and i'm empty! i have nothing!

just look at me while you do it.

we took down some very big guys.

i would never say anything bad about your father in front of you, but your father is a sick son-of-a-bitch.

thank you, by the way.

i saw the way you were looking at me.

this place never felt like home before.

you can fuck me if you turn the lights off, okay?

i was trying to be romantic.

the art of survival is a story that never ends.

you're a conformist.

you know what? forget i offered to help you.

can we stop at the library?

i have a ring on my finger. we have a child together.

don't repeat that... but yes.

don't you understand what i'm trying to tell you?

i'm not supposed to be talking like this.

i'm gonna stay here a few days.

i'm sorry that i ever met you.

keep your voice down.

the car's a little dinged up.

you got any other questions?

i opened up to you, and you judged me.

you forgot where you were going in the first place.

could i ask you a personal question?

we have a very unconventional chemistry.

why did you order tea?

did you ever have to find a way to survive and you knew your choices were bad, but you had to survive?

you have poor social skills. you have a problem.

i don't sing my own songs.

i get anxiety when i have to meet people.

do you feel that? that's emotion.

we're not exactly friends here.

have some respect for what i do.

what you have right now goes way beyond just this.

i just don't feel comfortable.

i could get used to this shit.

you don't have to show it to me. i've been looking at it all night.

you're full of shit.

i'm telling you the truth.

if i really wanted to fucking bother you, this is what i would do.

you might not have experienced the shit that i did, but you loved hearing about it, didn't you?

you wanna go back to baltimore?

humanity is just nasty and there's no silver lining.

what's wrong with my hair?

who's that? who are you with?

it's really amazing what you're doing.

let me just touch it for a second.

don't make such a big deal.

you're a hypocrite.

can i tell you a secret?

i can't begin to explain that.

i love you. i knew it the minute i met you.

i think you might be a songwriter.

just get the hell out of here.

it's not bullshit! i read it in an article.

maybe that could work.

you say more inappropriate things than appropriate things.

nobody ever asks about you, huh.

did you just write that now?

there will always be a part of me that is sloppy and dirty, but i like that, just like all the other parts of myself.

maybe its time to let the old ways die.

you didn't do anything. it's not your fault.

if i don't say this then i'll never forgive myself.

all you got to do is trust me.

how am i being rude?

i haven't dated since before my marriage so i don't really remember how this works.

you want to get a drink sometime?

i'm not flirting with you.

you gotta pay attention this time.

you had nothing to fucking say.

why don't you have another drink?

let me walk you down to your car.

you're just fucking ugly.

i won't do this again. i won't come and find you.

you know, what i'd like is for my boyfriend to love me.

we have to change the color of your hair.

have a good one.

i think it's pretty fucking good.

the world will break your heart ten ways to sunday.

what do you want me to play?

you gotta be careful.

what are you trying to say?

can you forgive? are you capable of that?

i thought you were doing it.

i used to think that you were the best thing that ever happened to me, but now i think that you're the worst thing.

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Though her brows arch in curiosity, she looks unamused. “Is that assumption based on what you believe my responsibilities are as a princess? Or because you believe my title implies that I am wealthy?”

♚ — @sapientiiae (diced rolled on your end) ɴᴜᴍʙᴇʀ 3 ᴛᴘ (diced rolled on my end) ɴᴜᴍʙᴇʀ 5 ᴡʏᴀᴛᴛ

"You're a Princess so you're paying right?"

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@gloryseized asked: [ TILT ]:     the sender gently tilts the receiver’s chin up so that they can check to see if they’re okay. settling dust prompts

The silence that now lingered over the Forest Meadow was preferred to the cries of the Wolfos and Moblins that had attacked. 

Well, it wasn’t quite silent.

There was one sound that could still be heard: exhaustion. Try as she might to hide her fatigue, the princess couldn’t help but to pant as she knelt outside the maze, the grass soft beneath her knees. Link had been preoccupied with the much larger Moblin, leaving his back exposed to the second Wolfos that seemed to manifest from nowhere. Link was courageous and skilled with a sword amongst other tools, and he likely could hold his own.

But the Wolfos had come too close for Zelda’s liking. In the midst of her panic, she might have over-exerted herself with the use of her abilities, but that was fine. She could rest.

So long as Link was okay, she could rest.

Only faintly does she register the rustling of grass, the sound getting closer. And it is only seconds later that she feels the calloused fingers press beneath and against her chin, the touch surprisingly gentle for how rough his skin feels.

It is without resistance that Zelda allows Link to lift her chin, though she keeps her gaze averted. But he doesn’t pull away. Five…ten…fifteen seconds pass and she can STILL feel his touch — firm enough to signal he is there and not going away, yet tender enough to communicate his concern and cause her no harm. It is his eyes, however, that she feels the most. She can feel the way they bore into her, analyzing, silently assessing her current state. 

And it is this stare that finally gets the Hylian princess to lift her gaze, two sets of sapphire orbs meeting before she forces a weak (though she hopes it is reassuring) smile. 

“I am okay, Link. I just….need a moment…”

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Wishlist!:

Someone give me Hy!Zelda threads! We know that Zelda already has powers/abilities because she is the mortal reincarnation of Hylia, but let her be a conduit! I want threads where Hylia, as a goddess, is manifesting through Zelda!

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*:･⁀➴ BREATH OF THE WILD

another batch of starters from legend of zelda: breath of the wild.

“how’d everything go up there on the mountain?”

“so you didn’t feel anything? no power at all?”

“you’ve done all you could. feeling sorry for yourself won’t be any help.”

“well, i’m not sure how to put this into words…”

“was…was that…? the power…?”

“you’re going to be just fine…”

“so he can…so he can still be saved?”

“i’d nearly given up hope on seeing you again.”

“even my patience has limits, you know.”

“i must warn you to take extreme caution.”

“i cannot say whether you are worthy or not…”

“you would surely use your life where you stand.”

“until then, you shall rest safely here.”

“it seems that my role is unfinished. there is still something i must do.”

“i sense there is great strength in your dedication.”

“now, then…words intended for him would sound much better in the tones of your voice, don’t you think?”

“her heart cascades with faith that you will return.”

“she has a smile like the sun. i would do much to feel its warmth upon me once again.”

“i hope you know…that i will always protect you.”

“may the goddess smile upon you.”

“courage need not be remembered, for it is never forgotten.”

“i mean…it’s just asinine.”

“good luck sealing the darkness!”

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"Glory cannot be given, it must be seized"

iconless, low activity, multimuse. follows back from stygicniron.

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Mun Speaks!:

I just watched the new trailer, and I have so much muse!! And thoughts??

Did....the trailer just show us Hylia?

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Mun Speaks!:

Been pretty MIA cause life and I just needed a break mentally. Hopefully I can be around a little bit this evening to work on some drafts.

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Appreciation sketch for @zeldaelmo based from Stolen Kisses fanfiction. Thank you, legend, for allowing me to illustrate my fave scene 🙇‍♀️💕✨