Legend Of Zelda Starters / Accepting

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PROMPTS FOR ORDINARY THINGS THAT FEEL INTIMATE / Accepting

HE CAN'T HELP THE SHORT LAUGH THAT ESCAPES HIS LIPS WHEN THE HORSE PLAYFULLY NUDGES HIS CHEST WITH HER VELVETY NOSE. Epona had been by his side since she was just a filly, and that had created a connection that makes them more than just rider and mount. THEY ARE COMPANIONS. Ones who know each other perfectly and help the other when needed ❝ See? They have their own language, just like us ❞ he begins with a smile, glancing at Kenneth while he pats her forehead.

❝ They pin their ears back when they are angry, they whinny when they are happy, they drop their heads when they are tired... ❞ he explains. They were simple signs that spoke volumes if you were willing to pay attention to them and that now are telling Link that, despite the joy of seeing him, what Epona is really interested in is the smell of carrots coming from him. So he takes one from his pocket and gives it to her, stepping back once she takes it so that the horse can enjoy it in peace.

❝ You just have to learn it, ❞ something easier said than done, even if it came naturally for the hero, since it was indeed a challenge that required both patience and consistency. THERE WERE NO SHORTCUTS, NO EASY PATHS. Their trust had to be earned slowly, one step at a time ❝ and they will not only listen to you but also like you and see you as a friend ❞ which, in the end, was the reward that made every bit of effort worthwhile. For they no longer stayed with you because you commanded them, but because they had decided to follow you.

THE  KNIGHT  MOVED  SILENTLY  THROUGH  THE  MOONLIT  ANCIENT  RUINS.  The  air  was  cool  and  crisp,  the  stillness  of  the  night  broken  only  by  the  distant  hoot  of  an  owl.  As  he  navigated  the  labyrinth  of  pathways,  he  eventually  noticed  a  large  open  courtyard  where  vines  twisted  around  old  pillars,  and  the  remnants  of  what  might  once  have  been  a  grand  fountain  lay  at  the  center,  now  dry  and  cracked.  They  had  told  him  that  he  may  be  able  to  find  clues  that  helped  him understand  what  had  happened  to  her  there.  But  where ?

He  began  examining  the  area  though suddenly  a  chill  ran  down  his  spine.  As  if  there  was  a  palpabable  energy  there,  an  undercurrent  of  magic  that  made  the  hairs  of  the  back  of  his  neck  stand  on  end.  He  had  company.  His  hand  instinctively  moved  to  the  hilt  of  his  sword,  drawing  it  out  of  its  sheath  and  readying  himself  for  anything  that  might  come  ❝  whoever  you  are  I  suggest  you  come  out  ❞  Link's  voice  broke  the  silence  that  had  reigned  up  to  that  instant.  And,  despite  his  calm  demeanor,  there  was  an  unmistakable  edge  to  his  words  —  a  subtle  warning.

@lenfaer liked for a small thing!

HE  LISTENS  INTENTLY,  THE  WEIGHT  OF  THEIR  WORDS  SINKING  IN  AS  DEEPLY  AS  THE  EXHAUSTION  IN  HIS  BONES.  He  walks  quietly  behind  the  sheikah,  the  distant  sounds  of  the  battle  still  ringing  in  his  ears,  like  echoes  from  another  life.  Yet,  there  was  a  new  softness  in  his  eyes,  a  mixture  of  weariness  and  relief  that  he  does  not  think  he  has  felt  until  that  moment.  For  the  first  time  since  he  had  picked  it  up,  THE  SWORD  FELT  LIGHTER,  as  though  the  immense  burden  of  duty  it  carried  (  and  which  had  driven  him  forward  for  so  long  )  finally  began  to  ease.  He  could  feel  it  in  the  way  his  shoulders  began  to  relax,  in  how  his  breath  came  slightly  easier  and  his  mind  began  to  quiet.  He  had  served  his  purpose.  Every  battle  had  been fought,  every  trial  overcome.  The  realization  washed  over  him  like  a  warm  blanket,  comforting  and  profound:  he  had  done  enough.

He  sits  down  slowly  on  the  grass,  allowing  the  coolness  to  embrace  his  weary  limbs  if  only  for  a  second.  The  soothing  touch  offering  a  rare  moment  of  comfort  as, with  a  subtle  nod,  he  acknowledges  both  the  wisdom  and  the  carefulness  in  what they say  ❝  that  is  enough  for  me,  ❞  he  murmurs,  his  voice  low  but  full,  carrying  a  sense  of  completion.  He  does  not  need  many  words,  for  he  has  never  been  one  for  them  himself.  His  silence  spoke  volumes,  a  language  of  its  own  that  conveys  more  than  any  speech  ever  could.  And  when  it  would  not  suffice,  he let  his  actions  show  his  message  and  intentions,  as  proven  by  the  scars,  both  seen  and  unseen,  that  he  bears  ❝  knowing  everyone  will  be  fine  is  all  I  need  ❞  he  adds,  and  there  was  the  true  essence  of  his  journey.  HE  DID  NOT  FIGHT  FOR  THE  GLORY,  NOR  FOR  THE  PRAISE  OR  ADMIRATION  OF  OTHERS.  He  fought  simply  to  ensure  that  their  land  and  those  he  cared  for  would  have  a  chance  to  heal  and  grow.

Though  perhaps  that  was  why  his  mind  could  not  help  but  move  foward,  contemplating  the  next  step  he  had  to  take  in  this  new  chapter  of  his  life  ❝  but...what  now  ?  ❞  he  wonders  aloud,  the  question  lingering  in  the  air  as  he  leans  forward,  elbows  resting  on  his  knees  and  fingers  interlaced,  and  stares  at  them  ❝  what  will  be  needed  of  me  now  ?  ❞  The  princess'  role  was  as  clear  as  it  was  crucial.  She  would  be  the  beacon  of  hope  guiding  people  in  the  new  era  that  was  about  to  begin.  The  one  to  restore  their  faith  after  all  the  suffering  they  have  faced.  BUT  WHAT  OF  HIM  ?  He  longed  to  help,  to  stand  by  her  side  and  contribute  to  the rebuilding of Hyrule.  Yet,  WHAT  USE  DOES  A  WEAPON  HAVE  IN  A  TIME  OF  PEACE  ?  He  had  to  find  out  before  seeing  her  again. He  could  not  face  her  with  doubts,  if  only  to  avoid  making  her  carry  all  the  weight  of  their  future  alone.

the dust cloud settling is a momentary event. nothing sticks around in this land but the evergreen fact that everything returns some day, maybe later rather than sooner, but return it will. they have seen the rise and fall of this kingdom several times over, a land growing back from its own ashes, in the vice of ganon's darkness only until the hero and the princess would rise to defeat it once again. this is how the story has been made, even if they were the one to write it down they had no hand in crafting it, and there is nothing to it besides the rare sense of contentment that is meddling within their usually calm veins to remind them that a period of peace is about to descend once more. all for the hero and his valiant effort, this sword that never rests when darkness roars, and his undeniable sacrifice to go the entire distance even when he knows the least about the mechanism at play, even when he rises up with no prior awareness, when all he knows is what is happening at hand. his hand has led them, all of them, with only the princess being the one to lead him - a light on this bravery, on the rarity of his person.

hyrule never wants to take the easier route, it always needs a trial by blood. he looks the part - too young for his wounds and for this torch he is carrying but all the more vivid in his victory, tragedy of his years having been stolen only meeting a small remedy in this but there is now an entire life ahead of him that is not cast in the burning hatred that has infected this land from deep within the demon's king greed. " anything you have experienced is over now, yes, " they tell him to his exhausted face, their own well-hidden with half of it in cloth and mostly their gaze expressing their own keen awareness of what happened to him, of what he has done for all of them. they are the last to coddle him, always the first to push instead, but they are keeping away from it now as they can see how much the past hours have taken a toll on his especially.

they are never one to heap sugar-coated kindness onto anyone, least of all him, so they are quick to continue as they walk with him away from the battlefield he left behind ( the princess couldn't be far away ) and into a quieter part of the fields in front of the castle, where walls may have fallen and the grass has been razed not too many metres from here but there is a patch of surviving green that would give link the opportunity to sit or lie down, put his sword away if he wished or needed to, and to just listen if he'd really want to indulge them into philosophical visions about this land that means so much to them. he'd probably fall asleep hearing them talk, but he might see this as an advantage to engaging them. " i can't tell you how long it will last. you have done well, everything that was needed of you is what you did. know that it may take more than a lifetime before this darkness returns. "

↪     𝑺𝑬𝑻𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺 , HISTORICAL 〳 FANTASY edition !   (  a  collection  of  25  settings  based upon the period 〳 fantasy genres ; meant  to  inspire  drabbles  or  be  used  as  prompts . WILL be updated .   )

001. the interior of an elegant carriage .

002. seated at a large dining table set with an elaborate meal .

003. the shadowy corner of a lively tavern .

004. the top of a light house during a raging storm .

005. along the dimly lit corridor of a large manor .

006. the damp , dark brig of a pirate ship .

007. the ruins of an ancient structure lost to time .

008. a theater hall brimming with attendees .

009. the bustling streets of a market town .

010. a sun - drenched vineyard .

011. along a boardwalk overlooking the sea .

012. a moonlit cemetery full of weathered graves .

013. on horseback , deep in the woods .

014. a luxurious drawing room smelling of tea .

015. a sprawling dragon roost , hidden atop craggy mountain peaks .

016. a war - torn battlefield .

017. a beautiful cathedral bustling with churchgoers .

018. within a crammed opera box during a performance .

019. an elegant tearoom serving afternoon refreshments .

020. a lakeside pavilion on an especially hot day .

021. a sprawling network of underground catacombs .

022. a hidden glade in the middle of the woods .

023. the deep , dark dungeon of a castle .

024. a market square full of fruit and fineries .

025. a baker's shop smelling of wonderful pastries .

026. the quiet stables of a large estate .

027. on the outskirts of a magnificent water fountain .

028. in a dimly lit library , hidden amongst the books .

029. among the high walls of a hedge maze .

030. at the front desk of a warm , homey inn .

031. under the protection of a gazebo as it rains .

032. on the landing of a busy train station .

033. a gambling hall alight with raucous laughter and drink .

034. a pristine infirmary , mostly empty .

035. on board a huge ship making a long voyage .

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036. in a sunlit garden adorned with blooming flowers .

037. at the edge of a serene forest lake under a starry sky.

038. within a quiet corridor of a castle during a lavish ball .

039. in a bustling blacksmith's forge , sparks flying .

040. on a rocky cliffside overlooking a vast ocean .

041. in a quaint village square during a festival .

042. within a secret chamber hidden behind a bookshelf .

043. in the grand atrium of a luxurious hotel .

044. along a narrow brick alleyway in a crowded town .

045. within a busy marketplace in a desert town .

046. on a tranquil beach at sunrise .

047. in a cozy cottage with a crackling fireplace .

048. at the helm of a majestic airship soaring through the clouds .

049. in a grand library filled with ancient tomes .

050. on a bustling harbor dock as ships come and go .

051. within a magical forest where the trees glow softly .

052. in an apothecary's shop filled with herbs and potion .

053. at a secluded cabin by a dangerously quick river .

054. within the opulent throne room of a powerful ruler .

055. in an enchanted glade where fairies dance in the moonlight .

❝ i have a dragon’s temper, that’s all. you must not let it frighten you. ❞

Asoiaf: sword of storms starters / Accepting

TARGARYENS  HAD  ALWAYS  HAD  FIRE  RUNNING  THROUGH  THEIR  VEINS,  AND  HIS  QUEEN  WAS  NO  DIFFERENT.  It  had  passed  down  through  generations  and  to  extinguish  it  would  be  to  rid  her  of  the  very  essence  that  made  her  who  she  was.  A  leader  who  inspired  love  and  loyalty  in  anyone  around  her.  But  fire  could  be  as  dangerous  as  it  was  magnificent  if  allowed  to  blaze  without  control.  As  her  servant,  the  knight  felt  it  was  his  responsibility  to  shield  her  from  that  double-edged  sword.

❝  If  I  may  speak  freely,  your  grace  ❞  Link  began,  with  the  respect  she  was  due  ❝  it  is  not  your  temper  that  frightens  me  ❞  After  all,  without  the  strength  she  seemed  to  draw  from  it,  he  was  sure  it  would  have  been  impossible  for  anyone,  let  alone  someone  so  young,  to  accomplish  what  Daenerys  had.  She  was  the  girl  who  saw  solutions  no  one  else  was  capable  of  —  the  girl  who  had  walked  into  the  flames  with  three  stones  and  walked  out  with  three  dragons.  How  could  she  not  believe  she  was  destined  for  great  things  ?

❝  but  rather  it  leading  you  to  danger  ❞  her  growing  conviction  in  her  own  infallibility  had  made  her  ignore  her  advisors' arguments  more  than  once.  It  had  blurred  the  fine  line  between  bravery  and  recklessness  and  caused  her  to  step  into  many  risky  situations  because  she  believed  her  fate  was  to  sit  the  Iron  Throne  and  nothing  would  stop  her  before  that.  Yet  fate  was  a  fickle  thing,  as  changing  as  the  wind.  And  it  wouldn't  be  the  first  time  the  world  had  witnessed  the  fall  of  a  dragon.

I know I have few mutuals here as I'm keeping this dash very small but... plotting call maybe?

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Spotify wrapped / Accepting

You  got  People  you  know  by  Selena  Gomez  !

AND  WHAT  HURTS  THE  MOST  IS  PEOPLE  CAN  GO  FROM  PEOPLE  YOU  KNOW  TO  PEOPLE  YOU  DON'T…He  may  have  regained  a  few  of  his  memories.  Something  that  should  bring  him  joy,  but  instead,  it  comes  with  a  bitter  ache  ❝  They  were  my  friends,  ❞  he  murmurs,  the  companions  meant  to  stand  by  his  side,  fighting  together  to  vanquish  the  Calamity  once  and  for  all.  But  that  wasn't  how  it  ended,  was  it  ?  They  are  dead,  and  that  is  a  weight  that  makes  him  falter.  His  next  words  catch  in  his  throat.

His  gaze  falls,  lingering  on  the  ground  ❝  and  the  only  thing  I  have  of  them  are  a  few  scattered  moments  ❞  Their  laughter,  their  faces,  the  sound  of  their  voices  —  ALL  OF  IT  FEELS  SO  DISTANT.  And  it  is  a  cruel  twist,  isn't  it  ?  To  remember  them  again,  as  if  meeting  them  for  the  first  time,  only  for  those  memories  to  become  a  painful  reminder  of  what  had  been  ripped  away  and  could  never  return.  Yet  the  loss  doesn't  stop  with  them.  It  spreads  further  to  the  other  soldiers  of  the  royal  guard  in  which  he  had  served  and  every  other  person  who  had  slipped  entirely  from  his  mind,  lost  to  the  depths  of  his  forgotten  past.

Welcome to my new but beautiful mistake

HE  REMAINED  SILENT  AS  HIS  BROWS  FURROWED  IN  THOUGHT,  doubt  filling  his  mind  as  he  contemplated  the  two  options  at  hand.  Though  perhaps  the  fact  that  he  walked  over  to  her  in  order  to  kneel  beside  her  was  answer enough of what he had decided.  An  hour  wouldn't  make  much  of  a  difference  if  she  did  discover  something  important,  and  he  would  always  be  at  her  side  to  make  sure  no  harm  ever  came  to  her  ❝  Can  I  help?  ❞  his  eyes  examined  the  stone  first  before  travelling  to  meet  hers  at  the  question.

“   oh  ...   ”      disappointment  stains  her  tone ,      a  longing  hand  lingering  upon  carved  stone ,      as  intricate  as  it  is  mysterious  .         it  seems  to  hum  beneath  her  palm  with  some  ancient  hymn ,      attempting  to  communicate  a  message  that  she  cannot  glean  .        she  can  almost  understand ,      like  a  word  caught  upon  the  tip  of  her  tongue  .      “   couldn't  we  stay  just  an  hour  longer  ?         i'm  sure  that  i'm  close  to  ...         something  .         if  i  just  had  a  little  more  time  ...   ”

“Smile! Everyone is waiting for you….“

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