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Morfydd Clark as GALADRIEL The Rings of Power (2022 - ) — 1.01 "A Shadow of the Past"

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the idea of oraiya helping put the shade to rest and letting him rest finally

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"I found you."

After decades of regret and longing, Adult timeline Zelda broke the Ocarina of Time against the Master Sword to open a fissure in time and space and sneak in-between realities.

She found who she was looking for and they are stuck between realities, suspended in time. Forever. Together.

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Note: I got no credit for the shots. It's another shameless Final Fantasy VIII redraw, i still had last week's vibe. My post OoT/TP happen to legit have Time Compression sequence imagery and I couldnt resist.

I also needed a break from my comic. Cleaning it takes way more time than anticipating. It will be done when it will be done i guess.

Have a great day, fellow Angst fans!

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concept

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One cannot exist without the other.

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mine

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She is cosmic, almost, to look at.

Looking at her you could almost mistake this radiant being as a deity as much as you would a queen. The power of the goddesses radiating through her, solidifying her status as the first in so long amid a just as long dynasty of royals to not shirk her duty as protector. Wielder of such grand enlightened wisdom. To act as that bright light to drive back to darkness.

Always is she clean, unmarred, beaming in the darkness. She is resplendent and unshakable.

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i didn't do anything today on my blogs

i just wrote short stories

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"Princess Zelda..from all of the other versions of you..your the strongest among them.."

[Ty for the follow back :D]

Once stoic features, a harsh stony mask put on amidst her people and detractors, contorts into a visage of hatred. A warriors scowl, beaming with unearthly hatred as lithe fingers, hidden away but scarred still by self preservation, wrap tight around her gilded weapon. Eyes like cyan daggers to match the well honed edge of her trusted weapon.

Her thoughts cascading to those who had come before, line after line of suffering women, all because of this indulgent pig of a man and his desire for not but power. If hers was to be the last royal breaths brought to suffer because of a Dragmire then all would go according to plan.

"There are no other versions of me." Spitting like venom from those beautiful lips, blade raised to level itself with his throat, even with all the distance put between them. "I am Queen Oraiya Zelda Hyrule VII, my own woman. I am no product of ages of reincarnation. Nor am I servant to the Goddesses, though with pride I shall act as their weapon, if yours is the throat to be cut."

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"cj, you owe replies, what's going on?"

so anyway

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"cj, you owe replies, what's going on?"

so anyway

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Zelda no longer 'employs' the Sheikah, once dutiful servants of the royal family, an entire race of people relegated to living in the shadows, being subservient. It wasn't until her mother and grandmother that the royals of the family started to consider the connotations. With the death of her father, and her ascendance to the crown, even before the coronation and official placing of queendom upon her, she made the controversial stance of sitting down with leaders of the Sheikah. She asked what they would want as reward for their dutiful service to her people and her family for millennium after millennium. They asked for a domain of their own, a place to be sovereign without the dominion of the royal family leading them with every word.

It was granted.

So the Sheikah bid farewell to the people of Hyrule proper. Some chose to remain, those who could not bare the thought of leaving ancestral grounds. But the majority left, climbing mountain, and braving valley, to set roost in West Necluda. Raising the rooves of a third Kakariko Village. A home all their own, to become their own people. Relationship with the royal family would be rocky for years, but they would always view Oraiya as their liberator in some ways. Freeing them from the burden of obligation. It is one of the many ways that, given time, she warms and heals the cold fractured edges of her kingdom to bring unity.

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oraiya deified her mother, in such a way that along with her other emotional hang ups and trauma, would find it so hard to find love and intimacy fully comfortable at first seeing her mother suffer in an abusive loveless marriage with a power hungry asshole

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I'm concussed, and anxious as all hello so gotta take a break

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Strange was it to think about the passage of time as it had been. Her dynasty, her legacy, bold as it had been to stand against those who had come before her-- Faded and weathered to be nothing more but stories in a book, no being left alive to have experienced-- Let alone remembered, the unity she had brought to this kingdom. That mattered so much less than seeing the after effects now, a united kingdom, enduring even through horrors none from her time could have possibly foreseen.

"Serana." Softly does the name find itself repeated off her tongue, a matronly smile breaking itself onto her features as she so delicately took her seat upon the end of the bench. Knees pressed carefully together, hands politely moving to set upon her lap. Looking upon the young woman, even so many generations removed from each other, was like seeing her mother again. Though they did not find themselves bonded by the chains of reincarnation, they were still bound.

Family.

"As we are both royals, sages, and at the end of it all family, I have no qualms with using our Hylian names, rather than those that wear our royalty, Serana." Oraiya, with a gentle motion, offers the spot beside her on the bench.

"I know you have many questions, but do not feel rushed. Enjoy the moment here, as I am."

she was different than the portrait that she remembers. queen oriaya zelda was no shortage of beautiful, but she had hardly let a smile grace her features is what the old tales of her say. she was still just as beautiful with a smile that accompanied, and that made zelda's shoulders slouch out of relief. she steps closer, holding the books she's gathered tightly to her chest. link was not too far off, slaying some of the lingering monsters after the calamity's defeat.

she points to the bench, empty beside queen oraiya, a silent gesture of 'may we sit?'. she waits for an answer, politely as she can muster. a full name, she had the grace of hearing it. for some peculiar reason, this made her feel special, though they were family. the twilight wars... she remembers vague retellings of it from her stories. she thinks, for a brief second, that she has one in her arms at this very moment.

"o-oh, i agree! i have so many questions." she returns, almost caught off guard by the stoic facade. the line continues to run strong, it appeared. it took her many years, and her mothers life, to successfully withstand the crown. but, even with hyrule in tatters, she endures. "i am serana zelda, of hyrule. currently it's princess, sage of time."

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Random Galadriel moments: 23/?