#SHHHH they mimir

[mochiobonio]

within the calming ripples of a lake illuminated by the light of the Moon, even a tormented Zora is capable of feeling nothing but serenity, within the arms of a beloved Hylian

[sodaacrush]

A moment to breathe 💗

[hioko-chi-sensei]

Shhhh 🤫 they’re sleeping 💤

A mimir 🛌👁️👁️

[maggyoutthere]

shhhh... he mimir💤

[professionallydeadinside]

Pan-Pan isn't the only child, meet Kity Kat he's deaf. Shhhh they're sleeping.

AWWWWW they’re both so cute,,,,mimir,,,,,,

[queenaccilasblog]

Kiryu and majima going on a camping trip with haruka and they had to do this every night they stayed over there XD

[screechthemighty]

So remember how I mentioned that I blew off my other obligations and spent two hours re-writing Mimir’s first scene, but from Mimir’s POV? And how I felt weird about posting it since I basically just copy-pasted the dialogue right from the game? Well, I fixed that problem, so the fic is now posted to AO3. I’ll put a link in the reblogs, but here’s an excerpt in the meantime!

He was definitely the tall one’s son—same profile, same sharpness in the eyes, but his were blue instead of gold. Beyond those similarities, the boy looked positively normal in comparison. Fair skin, red hair, a few tattoos of his own but nothing out of the ordinary for a young man of his age. Nothing like the rivers of blood red cutting through ashen white on his father’s skin. He spoke the language fluidly, naturally, as if he’d been born speaking it; that, combined with his appearance, made Mimir suspect that he was native to these lands, even if his father wasn’t.

Another interesting detail Mimir picked up: whatever the boy was, whatever powers and domains he might have held sway over, they weren’t immediately obvious. They simmered deep down inside him, like the first sparks of a fire not yet fully lit. Even at his age, those sparks should have solidified into something. Mimir had Magni and Modi figured out within a few years of their being born (and they were just like their father, the both of them: petrichor, heavy mead, and the ringing in your ears after a clap of thunder). But this one…

Ah. He didn’t know.

[kraviolis]

shhhh.... they go mimir.....

(thank you for the ko-fi!!)

[etereainferna]

ola k ase

aki en mi camita esperando q el sueño llegue y me diga shhhh a mimir