#Managed to land PRECISELY on the time I defeated calamity for the first time in botw...

[phoenixcatch7]

Just finished age of calamity after nearly a year...

Can't believe it but I'm openly sobbing over the EGG 😭😭😭

[punishandenslavesuckers]

In which Zelda is the warrior daughter of queens and refuses a body guard unless they can defeat her in single combat. Link didn’t come all this way with a magical sword strapped to his ass just to be turned away at the gate. AKA: Link and Zelda throw down.  based on THIS POST

“This is entirely your fault,” says the Queen.

Urbosa maintains her regal stoicism, staring straight forward, one hand resting at her hip, settled familiar on the hilt of her saber. The Chieftain of the Gerudo strikes an imposing figure – statuesque and dark, draped in deep reds and golds, her hair elaborately braided into a segmented crown of gold and amber. Amber, not diamonds, because they carry the protection of Din, so they say. Not that Urbosa ever needed more protecting, but it’s the thought.

She very purposely continues to ignore the woman standing beside her on the balcony. The thrones of Hyrule were set purposefully far back so a ruler would be forced to stand to speak with their people, lest they ever become complacent. Urbosa likes that. The Queen, personally, thinks someone carved the stone too far back and then didn’t want to admit it. She leans over slightly, speaking between her teeth as she smiles, incandescent and lovely.

“I told you not to encourage her and look where we are.”

She waves to the small assembled court, glittering and fine, royal guard and council, the summer sun laying golden lines across the central sanctum. An officiate is speaking to the crowd, blessing the proceedings.

Below the throne, on the ground level, Princess Zelda stands much like Urbosa. Fitted in lightly plated Sheikah armor, set with amber, a curved saber like-wise at her hip. Her long golden hair is bound up, braided against her scalp and looped up at the back of her head. The Queen cannot see it, but she knows the Princess is smiling that sweet summer smile she does right before it becomes a jackal grin.

Across from her: a stone-faced young man in a blue tunic stand square to her, boots set apart. His hands rest on the pommel of a naked blade, set point down on the floor, shining an eerie blue even in the sunlight. His dirty blond hair catches the sun more easily than the metal of his weapon. He’s both beautiful and expressionless as the ceremony proceeds.

Still under her breath, through her teeth, still smiling, the Queen says, “Our daughter is literally going to fight him.”

Urbosa clears her throat. “Dear –”

“She’s fighting him, Urbosa.”

“My love –”

“She’s sword fighting the Goddess’s Chosen Hero like it’s a bar brawl.”

“Honey, I think –”

“Gods above, it might be blasphemy for all I know. It’s not as though these voices from the spirit realm are especially clear on these matters, despite what I keep telling Zelda. No wonder she thinks she’ll never get the hang of it.”

“You’re hyperventilating, dear.”

“Hylia is going to strike me dead,” says the Queen of Hyrule.

Urbosa sighs.

“And then all of Hyrule will be plunged into eternal darkness, because our daughter is pig-headed and she punched the Hero of the realm.”

“If our daughter can punch out the Hero of the realm, he doesn’t deserve the title anyway.”

“That’s true, but I’m still mad at you.”

Urbosa jerks her chin toward the far side of the sanctum floor. “He looks mad.”

The Queen squints before remembering is un-queenly to squint at her subjects and straightening up. “How can you tell? I don’t think I’ve seen his face change since the day I met him. I think he has the same face when beset by moblins.”

“He also doesn’t talk, apparently, unless pressed.”

“Zelda will hate that.”

“Indeed, but I think he’s upset.”

“Well, he should be,” the Queen says, drawing her golden head up a little. “He’s got the blade that seals the darkness strapped to his back, the one destined to destroy the great Calamity, the one he’s used for years now to protect this kingdom… and we’re making him tussle with our daughter to prove he’s worthy of bodyguard duty.”

Urbosa is grinning.

“Oh, you bloody love it, don’t you?”

She laughs. “Yes. It’s very Gerudo.” She folds her arms, expression sobering a little. “And, frankly, Zelda’s resentment toward this boy is childish. I’m hoping they can work it out here with a bit of violence and get on with what they need to – Oh, damn, they’re coming to the end of it. You’re up, love.”

The officiate is gesturing toward the throne dais.

The Queen moves forward, raising on lily-white hand, her palm glowing in a single beam of sunlight through the high glass windows. The room falls into complete silence.

“We go to first blood… or yield. Understood?”

Link and Zelda nod.

“Link of Lanayru, knight of this realm, do you accept this challenge?”

He places one hand over his heart and kneels, head bowed, rather than answer aloud. She waits until he again rises to his feet.  

“Zelda Bosphoramus Hyrule, princess of this realm, do you accept this challenge?”

“I do,” she says, voice ringing through the hall.

The Queen drops her hand. “Then begin!”

Zelda draws her sword.

Link takes his own into his hand.

Then closes his eyes for a moment, as if to get one last breath and… he vanishes. The room heaves simultaneously in surprise but – no! He’s there. He’s rushing his opponent. He’s cut across half the distance and in the instant between one blink of the eye and the next, he’s lunged into a vicious spinning swing. Zelda, startled, darts back, the clear ringing of metal signaling a first blow. Zelda leaps back and land, cat-like, her saber held in both hands. The weapon vibrates in her hand, singing with the impact, the sound holding strangely in the air.

Link raises the blade, one-handed, and circles to the right.

Zelda mirrors him.

Urbosa smiles, fingers laid against her lips, almost wondrous. “He’s not going to hold back,” she murmurs. “He’s going to really fight her.”

“Serves her right,” the Queen mutters, wringing her hands discretely in her gown.

They engage again.

Zelda attacks this time, darting right, coming in fast, feinting a cross-swing then reversing hard, suddenly, like a dancer’s spin on a precise queue, and cut’s a vicious line from shoulder to hip… that Link deftly blocks, parries and drives that strange blue blade directly through Zelda’s guard and just barely short of her heart before she twists, pivoting out of the stab, deflecting, and breaking away. She circles away. She keeps her blade up, wary now of the knight’s inhuman agility.

She cocks a brow… then brings two hands up across her chest, fingers forming a signal.

Then… she too vanishes, but in a puff of smoke. She shadow-steps like a Sheikah, a charm even she can manage (no divine intervention needed) and she rips back into space directly at Link’s back-left shoulders and swings. Linke ducks, pivots, the edge of her saber catching him across the bicep just barely… splitting open the fabric of his fine blue tunic and scraping scale-mail beneath.

Zelda immediately presses her advantage, shouting into every swing she rushes him – feint, stab, block, parry, step, parry, move, move, move never lose track of the footwork and again they are circling each other. Zelda lunges in again, engages him. Ten maneuvers later, they break apart. Again, she attacks. Again, they break apart and there are new hair-line tears in Link’s blue tunic. A shame – it’s supposed to signify his place as champion of the realm.

Link’s expression hasn’t changed an iota.

Cold blue eyes track Zelda’s gaze, seeking to divine her next move even as she does the same. Zelda feels a bile of heat rise in her chest, hot and suffusing her bones with temper and the desire – powerful and certain as the dawn – to see his composure bloodied. She feels the amber in her armor like the warmth of the sun, a thin skin of protection laced over the light leather in her gear. Link shadows her movement, mirrors them.

“You’re shorter than I thought you’d be,” Zelda says just softly enough onlookers might not hear.

Link doesn’t immediately react.

Then, startling her with a shockingly deep Lanayrian accent, Link says, “Likewise.”

And attacks her. He flash-steps again, but Zelda has some… sense of it. Some notion of his moving through some parallel but present part of the universe, some forth dimension of existence and like the eddy of water reveals it’s submerged riverbed… she knows it when he moves. She blocks, left, two-handed, the amber in the pommel of her blade humming hot as the sacred blade again makes violent contact with her saber. They locked out momentarily, blade to blade, and for an instant stand face-to-face.

Dangerously near, edged metal crossed between them.

Zelda thinks, through the ache in her arms, through the hum of her protections, that Link seems… angry. A flash of deep blue, like folded steel, eerie as the blade in his hand and he –

He fucking lets go of the sword with one hand, wrenching the blades so the cross-guards lock, torque right… and he punches Princess Zelda of Hyrule right in the nose. She yelps, stars erupting white then black in her skull and copper bursts hot and wet, pouring over her lips onto her tongue, dripping from her chin and soaking her palm. She immediately smashes the pommel of her sword into Link’s unguarded jaw, knocking him staggering back. She’s vindicated when he turns his head aside and spits blood on the sanctum floor.

It’s brief, however.

“First blood,” Chief Urbosa says, her deep voice booming through the hall. She points to Link. “The champion claims victory in this bout.”

Zelda, still bleeding profusely from the nose, lets it run freely down her face, dripping on her armor and the floor. She sheathes her blade with her bloody hand and stands, shoulders squared, glaring at the knight across from her. Still bleeding, she crosses the space between them, lifting her head and ignoring the throbbing, mind-numbing ache of what might be a broken nose. Link, to her very infinitesimal satisfaction, glances at her mouth as she speak, her teeth a carnage of blood, her tongue slick with red.

“Hero of Hyrule,” she says, “chosen by the sword that seal the darkness. You have shown unflinching bravery and skill in the face of darkness and adversity and have proven yourself worthy of the blessings of the Goddess Hylia.” She raises her chin just a little and raises her voice to match. “Whether skyward bound, adrift in time, or steeped in the glowing embers of twilight…”

She can hear the silence now, ringing in the hall, that the eyes of court are on her.

She lowers her voice and offers Link her bloody hand.

“The sacred blade ,” she says, “is forever bound to the soul of the Hero.”

Link glances at her hand, then looks her in the eye. He sheathes the sacred blade at his back. Then he kneels before her. Zelda, raising one hand, places her wet fingers at the back of his head. A kind of knighting. His hair feels soft against her fingertips, sticking to her blood-tacky skin. In seconds, the back of his head is blood-matted. She blinks.

“We pray for your protection and that… that the two of you will grow stronger as one.”

There is more to the speech, but in that moment, staring at the back of Link’s bloody head… something violent clenches in her chest, a dull knife-wound of horror and sorrow and her throat closes. She swallows. Her fingers flinch up slightly from Link’s hair and he must sense something is wrong because he looks up at her. Through his bangs, his eyes are overwhelmingly blue and clear. His expression: neutral tinged with a question.

The blood is her blood.

It’s not his blood. It’s not his blood. It’s not. Zelda tells herself, reminds herself, and the fear that comes next is dull and baffled because she does not know why she needs reminding of that. Needs comfort in that. She lowers her hand.

“Rise, Link,” she says finally. “Champion of Hyrule.”

He does. His lip is bloody.

Up on the throne dais, Urbosa shakes her head while applause breaks out slowly among the gathered few.

“That could have gone better,” she says.

But the Queen is smiling, her eyes shining, her hand pressed to the notch at the base of her breastbone.

“No,” she says, “I think that went well.”

[dharmastudent-blog1]

Using hatred and desire on the path

Using hatred and desire on the path

a. How to use objects of hatred on the path

If one does not conquer one's own hatred, The more one fights outer enemies, the more they will increase. Therefore, with the armies ofloving-kindness and compassion, To tame one's own mind is the practice of a bodhisattva.

Once you overcome the hatred within your own mind, you will discover that in the world outside there is no longer any such thing as even a single enemy. But if you keep giving free reign to your feelings of hatred and try to overcome your outer adversaries, you will find that however many of them you manage to defeat there will always be more to take their place.

Even if you could subjugate all the beings in the universe, your anger would only grow stronger. You will never be able to deal with it properly by indulging it. Hatred itself is the true enemy, and cannot be allowed to exist. The way to master hatred is to meditate one-pointedly on patience and love. Once love and compassion take root in your being, there can be no outer adversaries.

As the Hundred Verses says,

If you kill out of anger Your enemies will be never-ending; If you kill anger That will kill your enemies once and for all.

In one of his past rebirths, the Buddha was a giant ocean turtle. One day, while he was far from any land, he saw that a ship carrying some merchants had been wrecked and was sinking. The merchants were about to drown, but the turtle rescued them by carrying them the long way to the nearest shore on his back.

After carrying them to safety, he was so exhausted that he fell asleep on the beach. But while he slept, eighty thousand flies began to eat their way into his body. The turtle awoke in great pain, and realized what had happened. He saw that there was no way to be rid of all the flies; if he plunged into the sea, all of them would die. So, being a bodhisattva, he stayed where he was and let the flies eat away his body.

Filled with love, he made the prayer, "Whenever I attain enlightenment may I, in turn, consume all these insects' negative emotions and actions, and their belief in true existence, and thus lead them to buddhahood."

As a result of this prayer, when the Buddha turned the wheel of Dharma for the first time in Varanasi the former flies had been reborn as the assembly of eighty thousand fortunate celestial beings who were present.

Had the turtle killed the insects in anger by diving into the sea, however, there would have been no end to his sufferings. The result of killing a single being out of anger is to be reborn in the hell realms for the duration of five hundred human lives, or a great kalpa.

Never get angry, even with someone who has deliberately and maliciously harmed you. As we have already seen, you should be grateful to such a person for helping you to purify past negative actions, to increase your determination to be free from samsara, and to develop love and compassion.

These days, famines, conflicts, wars and other upheavals are increasing all over the world. This is because people allow their emotions to run wild, and act under their power.

Were hatred, pride, jealously, desire and stupidity to decrease, not only conflicts bur also epidemics, and natural calamities in the world would decrease as well, like the smoke disappearing when a fire is extinguished. People would naturally turn their minds towards the Dharma.

It is a crucial point of the teachings to become conscious that attachment, aversion and ignorance are your oldest enemies, and that once you have overcome them there are no further enemies in the world outside. The time will come when you see very clearly and precisely how this is so.

If you do not understand this point, and act carelessly, your emotions can get completely out of control. In anger, you could be prepared to sacrifice your life in war, and you could go so far as to kill everyone on the face of the earth in one blinding instant without any regret. Such things can happen when anger is allowed to take over the mind and gather its full force.

Examine anger itself, and you will find that it is nothing but a thought. If that angry thought disappears, it will not lead to an action done in anger, with its negative karmic results. Trample on anger with realization, and it dissolves like a cloud in the sky; and as it dissolves, the notion of 'enemy' will vanish with it.

Anger and the other emotions will keep coming up in the mind of an ordinary person, yet they can all be neutralized with the right antidotes, for they are completely empty in essence. It is important to realize that all outer torments come from harboring these poisons within your mindstream.

As Geshe Putowa said,

If you see anyone as an enemy and think of others in terms of dose and distant, you will not attain buddhahood. So generate love and compassion impartially for all sentient beings, as infinite in number as space is vast.

Turn your mind inwards and apply the right antidotes, with pure motivation. You will be able to transform yourself in accordance with the Dharma, and to act in the way of the bodhisattvas.

- Dilgo Khyentse Rinpoche - The Heart of Compassion - Shambhala Publications

[royalnovels-blog]

MGA Chapter 1985

Chapter 1985 – Emergence Of The Moon Demon As for Chu Feng, he specifically targeted the Ancient Era’s ferocious beasts. The reason for that was because he knew that the people from the Dark Hall were only able to suppress the Ancient Era’s Elves because of the Ancient Era’s ferocious beasts. As for those Ancient Era’s ferocious beasts, they were very powerful. Especially those rank six Martial Emperor Ancient Era’s ferocious beasts, ordinary rank six Martial Emperors were no match for them. However, Chu Feng possessed confidence in being able to kill them. “Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom~~~” At that moment, Chu Feng collided against that bunch of fierce Ancient Era’s ferocious beasts. Furthermore, he was fighting against many by himself. “Little friend Chu Feng, be careful. Those Ancient Era’s ferocious beasts are exceptionally fierce,” Seeing that Chu Feng had challenged that many Ancient Era’s ferocious beasts by himself, the Ancient Era’s Elves started to worry about Chu Feng’s safety. The reason for that was because they had suffered numerous casualties from those Ancient Era’s ferocious beasts. The Ancient Era’s ferocious beasts were different from the ferocious beasts in the Holy Land of Martialism. Although they did not possess any intelligence, they were equipped with fighting techniques and special powers. They were simply akin to natural born wild fighting demons and were extremely difficult to take care of. “Roar~~~~” However, right after Chu Feng began fighting against the Ancient Era’s ferocious beasts, several Ancient Era’s ferocious beasts began to emit miserable cries as they were killed by Chu Feng. Suddenly, not to mention the people from the Dark Hall, even the Ancient Era’s Elves who were worried for Chu Feng were struck dumb. It was one thing for Chu Feng to easily kill rank four and rank five Martial Emperor-level Ancient Era’s ferocious beasts. However, of the Ancient Era’s ferocious beasts that he had just killed, one was a rank six Martial Emperor. At that moment, Chu Feng did not hold back his strength, and had instead gone all-out. Thus, everyone managed to sense Chu Feng’s actual cultivation and his heaven-defying battle power. Furthermore, the weapon in Chu Feng’s hand was an Imperial Armament. However, that Imperial Armament was exceptionally powerful. Furthermore, why was its shape so familiar? “Furious Coiling Dragon Beheader. That Imperial Armament little friend Chu Feng holds in his hand, could it be that legendary Furious Coiling Dragon Beheader?” After observing Chu Feng’s weapon, the Weaponry Refinement Immortal cried out in shock. “Weaponry Refinement Immortal, you are correct. What little friend Chu Feng holds in his hand is indeed the Furious Coiling Dragon Beheader used by the Beast Emperor,” The Snow Blade Mad Demon said with a loud voice. “Heavens!” After hearing what the Snow Blade Mad Demon said, many people sucked in a mouthful of cold air uncontrollably. They did not expect that Chu Feng would actually possess a legendary Imperial Armament. Suddenly, no one was worried for Chu Feng’s safety anymore. The reason for that was because Chu Feng’s strength had increased. He was currently a rank two Martial Emperor. Using his special lightning power, he had increased his cultivation to rank four Martial Emperor. Adding on his heaven-defying battle power capable of surmounting five levels of cultivation, Chu Feng was extremely frightening. Furthermore, he actually possessed a legendary Imperial Armament, the Furious Coiling Dragon Beheader. With that, Chu Feng’s strength was simply overwhelmingly heaven-defying. Likely, there would not be anyone underneath rank seven Martial Emperor who could defeat Chu Feng. Not to mention bringing over a thousand Martial Emperors with him, it was likely that Chu Feng himself would be able to turn the battle around. “Tsk, tsk, tsk. That little bastard Chu Feng is quite interesting,” At that moment, the World Devastator Immortal’s son was also focused on Chu Feng. A cold smile appeared on his face. “Kill Chu Feng!” Seeing that Chu Feng was wantonly killing the Ancient Era’s ferocious beasts, the people from the Dark Hall grew anxious. Those rank seven Martial Emperors and rank six Martial Emperors among them all began to think of ways to escape their own battles to kill Chu Feng. Unfortunately, the Ancient Era’s Elves’ peak experts refused to give them a chance to break free. Earlier, it was them who had been curbing the Ancient Era’s Elves’ peak experts the entire time. This was what led to the others from the Dark Hall being able to massacre the rest of the Ancient Era’s Elves with the Ancient Era’s ferocious beasts. And now, it was finally their turn to massacre the crowd from the Dark Hall. Yet, these Dark Hall’s experts actually wanted to rescue the others? Naturally, the Ancient Era’s Elves’ experts would not give them the chance to do so. Suddenly, Luan Jie shouted excitedly, “All of you, stand down. That Chu Feng is mine. I’ll take care of him myself.” Then, he turned into a ray of light and flew toward Chu Feng. “Where are you escaping to?!” Seeing that, the Weaponry Refinement Immortal and that Elf Protector hurriedly charged forth to stop Luan Jie with their Imperial Armaments. The two of them knew very well how strong Luan Jie was. Even though Chu Feng had become extremely powerful, he was still definitely not a match for Luan Jie. They could not allow Luan Jie to approach Chu Feng. “Two persistent fellows. Did the two of you really think that you could stop me? I’ll kill you two first,” Luan Jie revealed a ferocious gaze. He shouted, and then purple light began to emit from his body. In an instant, violent wind began to surge with lightning striking about. Soon, a purple spear appeared in the sky. That spear came striking down from above the moment it appeared and brought an enormous amount of pressure to the Weaponry Refinement Immortal and that Elf Protector. It turned out that Luan Jie was actually a Divine Body. Furthermore, his Divine Power was extremely frightening. It could be said that his Divine Power was the most frightening one that Chu Feng had seen so far. “Ahhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” However, right at that moment, from the sky, from all around and even from deep underground, an ear-piercing snarl was heard. Once that voice was heard, everyone’s bodies started to shiver. They felt as if their hair was standing on end. It was truly too frightening. That voice was truly too frightening. It sounded like the snarl of a malicious spirit, and brought a great sense of intimidation to the crowd. “Moon Demon, the Moon Demon is awake!” Suddenly, the World Devastator Immortal cried out in alarm and revealed an overjoyed expression. “Moon Demon? Why would the Moon Demon be awake? The killing formation was clearly broken through and destroyed.” “No, even if the people that entered the killing formation escaped, a lot of Ancient Era’s Elves and people from the Dark Hall have died. The aura of blood from those people was sufficient to draw out the Moon Demon.” “Crap! The Moon Demon has emerged. This is bad!” At that moment, Lord Luokong began to frown deeply. Even Chu Feng revealed an expression of unease. The reason for that was because that snarl sounded like a ferocious spirit’s snarl, and was filled with killing intent. That was the most frightening sound that Chu Feng had ever heard. Chu Feng felt a premonition that the appearance of the Moon Demon likely signified that all of them would have to suffer a calamity, for that Moon Demon was a very frightening existence. “Luan Jie, what are you standing there for? Quickly, go,” Right at that moment, the World Devastation Immortal spoke to his son with a stern voice. “Rest assured father, when have I ever disappointed you?” Luan Jie smiled complacently. At that moment, he was feeling extremely excited. As purple light flickered in his eyes, that enormous purple spear turned into two spears that swept respectively at the Weaponry Refinement Immortal and that Elf Protector. The Weaponry Refinement Immortal and that Elf Protector did not dare to be careless. They both clenched tightly onto the Imperial Armaments which they held and unleashed devastating Heaven Taboo Martial Skills to receive Luan Jie’s attack. It was not that the two of them were making a big fuss over a minor issue. Rather, Luan Jie was truly not someone to be looked down upon. If they were to be careless, they would be the ones killed by the spears formed by Luan Jie’s Divine Power. “Rumble, rumble~~~” The two Heaven Taboo Martial Skills used with Imperial Armaments collided with the two spears formed with Divine Power. Violet energy ripples surged violently from their collision. Many people that were very far away from them were also implicated. “Crap!” At that moment, the Weaponry Refinement Immortal’s expression took a huge change. He was shocked to discover that Luan Jie had disappeared after they blocked his attacks. It turned out that Luan Jie’s attack from earlier was only bait. His intention was precisely to cast them off of him. After discovering that Luan Jie had disappeared, the first thing that the Weaponry Refinement Immortal and that Elf Protector did was rush to Chu Feng. They were most afraid of Luan Jie attacking Chu Feng. However, after they arrived beside Chu Feng, they were surprised to discover that Luan Jie had not attacked Chu Feng. Instead, he had disappeared just like that. Previous          Main menu           Next Click to Post