Jeanette Winterson, Written On The Body

legend of zelda starters

❝ courage need not be remembered, for it is never forgotten. ❞ ❝ you’ve met with a terrible fate, haven’t you? ❞  ❝ am i so beautiful that you’ve got no words left? ❞  ❝ forgive me. i’m a coward at heart. ❞  ❝ you and i aren’t as different as we thought. ❞  ❝ this time, we fight together. ❞  ❝ if all else fails, use fire. ❞  ❝ the history of light and shadow will be written in blood. ❞ ❝ what makes you happy… does it make others happy, too? ❞  ❝ it’s a secret to everybody. ❞  ❝ do you ever feel a strange sadness as dusk falls? ❞  ❝ tell them the war has ended. ❞  ❝ many years ago, i felt so free… ❞  ❝ we all deserve a happy ending, don’t we? ❞  ❝ they were all good people…my people. ❞  ❝ be careful about going around judging people by their appearance. ❞  ❝ may the winds of fortune be at your back. ❞  ❝ you have great eyes. they’re proud and wild…like a feral beast. ❞ ❝ no matter what, a fake is a fake, and no matter how much you try to dress it up, the real thing always wins . ❞  ❝ guess what? you got it for free. are you proud of yourself? ❞  ❝ your true face… what kind of face is it? i wonder… the face under the mask… is that your true face? ❞  ❝ you’re the bad guy. and when you’re bad, you just run. ❞  ❝ you’ll come with me, won’t you? ❞ ❝ this is your fate. don’t feel discouraged, even in the darkest of times. ❞  ❝ may we meet again in another life. ❞ ❝ you don’t have to look so sad. ❞ ❝ everything. everything i’ve done up until now…it was all for nothing.. ❞  ❝ i wonder, if you do the right thing, does it really make everyone happy? ❞  ❝ whenever there is a meeting, a parting is sure to follow. ❞  ❝ those who do not know the danger of wielding power will, before long, be ruled by it. ❞ ❝ your friends… what kind of people are they? do these people think of you as a friend? ❞ ❝ the flow of time is always cruel. ❞ ❝ my bloodline endures the ravages of all the years. it survives. ❞  ❝ the sight of your appalling hair makes my gorge rise. ❞  ❝ we are fine here. we will greet the morning together. ❞  ❝ i really am just a failure. ❞  ❝ it’s dangerous to go alone. take me. ❞  ❝ conquer yourself. ❞  ❝ even though it was only a short time, i feel like i’ve known you forever. ❞ ❝ it’s time for me to make up for my mistakes. ❞  ❝ people are disgusting. my own father and mother are disgusting. you must be disgusting too. ❞  ❝ there are some things in life you can’t change no matter how hard you try. ❞ ❝ thought i chose the thief’s life, but it really chose me. ❞  ❝ i’m not doing anything suspicious. really! ❞ ❝ forgive your friend. ❞  ❝ a man is an animal, too. ❞ ❝ oceans…oceans…oceans as far as the eye can see. ❞ ❝ heroes fade eventually but legends never die. ❞ ❝ please…heal my sorrows. ❞ ❝ i grant my eternal love to you. ❞ ❝ he who wields such power would make a suitable king for this world, don’t you think? ❞ ❝ i always believed you would come…because i know you. ❞ ❝ it is destiny that you and i can’t live in the same world. ❞ ❝ shadow and light are two sides of the same coin. one cannot exist without the other. ❞ ❝ your slumber these past moons must have been restless and full of nightmares. ❞ ❝ your gods have destroyed you. ❞ ❝ your words are kind and your heart is true. ❞ ❝ i believe this is what you call…happiness. ❞  ❝ the mortal blow puts your life on the line. ❞  ❝ your ears will bleed from the sounds of your own screams. ❞ ❝ i consider the time spent with you some of the most special memories i have. ❞ ❝ a sword wields no strength unless the hand that holds it has courage. ❞ ❝ you fight like no man or demon i have ever known. ❞ ❝ the thousand years of raindrops are my tears. ❞ ❝ time passes, people move…like a river’s flow, it never ends. ❞  ❝ it seems shadow has been moved by light. ❞ ❝ the thunder that strikes the earth is my anger. ❞ ❝ to tell you the truth, I’m feeling a bit frustrated, and right now I just need someone to vent to. ❞ ❝ isn’t it petty? little battles like this? ❞  ❝ wait! do not be so hasty. ❞  ❝ a thing that does not change with time is a memory of younger days. ❞ ❝ don’t ever forget me. if you do, i’ll never forgive you. ❞ ❝ if it is something that can be stopped, then just try to stop it. ❞ ❝ my hate never perishes. it is born anew in a cycle with no end . ❞  ❝ we’ll be friends forever, won’t we? ❞ ❝ do you have any idea how that made me feel inside? Furious. Outraged. ❞ ❝ i’ve taken all that you had to give… though I did not want it . ❞ ❝ i follow the strongest side. that is all i have ever known. ❞ ❝ he wasn’t talking about strength, like lifting stuff. he was talking about being brave. ❞  ❝ believe in your strengths. ❞

Reverse meme call!! Like this and I will send you some memes.

I don’t know why, but I suddenly feel like diving deeper into Link’s connections with my mutual’s muses. I already mostly follow one portrayal, but I want to make things more specific and personal. Something that goes beyond just the basics of each other’s universes.

Also, I’m always up for talking about becoming mains, but only if we’ve interacted a bit first (both ooc and ic) to make sure we’re both comfortable.

So, if you are interested, like this post and I'll message you to basically talk about our muses and see where it goes, or just feel free to do it yourselves.

100 INDULGENT TROPES

A collection of one hundred tropes of varying nature. Spiritual successor to my previous An Extremely Self-Indulgent Meme. Some of these pair well together and can easily be sent in various combinations. Some are also highly suggestive in nature. Engage appropriately.

one muse steps protectively in front of the other

one muse tends to the other’s injury

one muse is not acting like themselves and the other has to snap them out of it

one muse kisses the other during an argument

one muse pins the other to a wall

one muse kisses the other on their hand or wrist

one muse kisses the other on their neck or shoulder

one muse helps the other put on a necklace or tie

our muses aren’t supposed to be together but keep meeting anyway (on purpose or by accident)

our muses have a secret relationship

one muse takes a blow meant for the the other

one muse fights away enemies attacking the the other

one muse asks the other for their favor / a token before battle or a tourney

our muses share a night together believing it might be their last

our muses are in an arranged marriage / betrothal

our muses willingly marry for political reasons

our muses get married for love

our muses get married in a spur-of-the-moment decision

one muse has taken the other captive

our muses are in love but one thinks they aren’t good enough for the other

our muses are forced to ally for a common goal

our muses are enemies or former enemies but have started to fall for each other

our muses claim to hate each other but there is palpable tension between the two

our muses are trying to manipulate each other

one muse is trying to manipulate the other

our muses have feelings for each other but have conflicting loyalties

our muses are friends but have started to fall for each other

our muses are childhood friends that have been slowly falling for each other over the years

one muse has been in love with the other for a long time but is afraid their feelings are not reciprocated

one muse is in love with the other but they are in a relationship with or engaged to another person

our muses engage in a courtly romance

one muse is a knight in service to the the other’s family

one muse seeks comfort from a loveless marriage with the other, their lover

one muse traces the other’s scars

one muse kisses the other in a moment of heightened emotion

one muse confides in the other in a vulnerable moment

our muses are in love but circumstances prevent them from being together

our muses are exes who discover lingering feelings after reuniting

one muse confesses love to another after that person is injured

one muse confesses love to another because they believe they may die soon

our muses must share a bed

one muse lifts the other’s chin to look them in the eye

one muse places a hand at the back of the other’s neck to pull them extremely close

our muses have been hooking up, no strings attached

our muses have been hooking up, but one or both has developed deeper feelings

our muses are exes that hook up against their better judgement

one muse presumes the other is dead but is shocked when they show up alive again

one muse betrays their long held loyalties in order to save the other’s life from their own allies

our muses fake a relationship but have no actual interest in each other

our muses fake a relationship but start to genuinely fall for each other

one muse is known for their hard exterior and softens only in the other’s presence

one muse is the other’s weakness, something an enemy is trying to exploit

our muses are stuck somewhere together and must occupy their time

one muse has feelings for the other but has not acted on them due to their association with another character (a sibling / relative / ex / etc. ) or an organization

one muse is scared to act on feelings for the other due to poor experiences with love in the past

one muse is oblivious to the other’s feelings for them

one muse acts oblivious to the other’s feelings for them but really they are aware

one muse has unrequited feelings for the other

our muses are co-workers engaging in a hidden romance

one muse reveals one of their darkest secrets to the other

one muse comforts the other during an emotional breakdown

one muse calms the other from an intense rage

one muse’s family forbids them from seeing the other

our muses are in love but their friends / family do not support their relationship

one muse seeks redemption for past actions and comes to the other to atone

our muses regularly exchange letters

our muses move in together

our muses adopt a pet together

our muses have a child together

our muses adopt a child together

one muse discovers they are pregnant by accident

our muses have been set up by mutual friends

our muses have been set up by a matchmaker

our muses are in love with each other but are in denial

one muse is the other’s bodyguard / protector

one muse is royalty while the other is a commoner / rogue / societal outcast

one muse kisses the other for a bet

one muse relentlessly flirts with the other

our muses kiss for the first time ever

one muse wins a date with the other at an event

our muses dance together for the first time

one muse brushes their fingers through the other’s hair

one muse drunkenly confesses something to the other

our muses drunkenly hook up and wake up next to each other

our muses are roommates

our muses are partners in crime

one muse is a supernatural creature who falls for the other, who is a mortal

our muses are supernatural creatures from opposite clans or species that are historically hostile to each other

one muses is under a spell / in the middle of a monstrous transformation but somehow recognizes the other and refrains from harming them

our muses cuddle for warmth

our muses run away together

one muse wears piece of clothing or jewelry that belongs to the other

our muses bathe together

our muses cook together

our muses cuddle in bed

one muse serenades the other

one muse holds a weapon to the other as a threat

one muse physically lifts the other up

one muse protectively wraps an arm around the other

meet cute !

THE  MORNING  SUN  ROSE  HIGH  OVER  THE  ARID  LANDSCAPE  OF  DORNE,  its  heat  already  palpable  even  in  the  early  hours  as  he  guided  Epona  towards  the  towering  walls  of  Sunspear.  Days  earlier  Link  had  thwarted  a  band  of  outlaws  he  heard  was  terrorizing  local  villages.  And,  even  if  to  him  it  didn't  seem  too  important,  the  fact  that  a  complete  stranger  had  decided  to  help  had  earned  him  the  gratitude  of  the  Dornish  —  and  even  an  invitation  from  Arianne  Martell  herself  to  visit  her  family's  ancestral  seat  in  recognition  of  his  bravery  and  skill.

When  he  finally  reached  his  destination,  he  was  greeted  by  a  pair  of  guards  who  he  followed  through  the  corridors.  Though,  his  attention  was  more  in  the  exotic  mosaic  of  colors,  sounds,  and  smells  the  Dornish  court  seemed  to  be,  than  in  the  small  conversation  they  tried  to  have  with  him  until  they  got  to  the  great  hall.  To  his  surprise,  there  weren't  many  people  there,  the  quiet  room  contrasting  with  the  bustling  corridors  outside.  In  all  honesty  it  offered  a  brief  and  welcomed  break, as  the  doors  behind  him  soon opened.  The  soft  noise  making  him  turn  ❝  Princess  Arianne,  ❞  the  knight  began,  bowing  his  head  slightly  ❝  it  is  an  honor  to  be  here.  ❞

@sunscess liked for a small thing!

Not me having a theme for boys who are absolutely more mature than they should be for their age because of the tragic events they have had the bad luck of living.

GENTLE PSA;   the best way to interact with me is through memes.  you could send that thing @ me even though i’ve posted it five months ago and i’d still answer and appreciate it.  it’s hard to think up starters out of the blue unless they’re plotted,  but memes are just good and gives you a general idea of what’s happening.  so please,  if you see a meme on my blog,  SEND THE MEME.

“Kill the boy and let the man be born.”

— A Dance with Dragons by George R. R. Martin

HIS  HAND  CURLS  INTO  A  FIST  OUT  OF  IMPOTENCE.  He  already  knew  it  wouldn't  be  an  easy  task  to  convince  them.  That  he  would  most  likely  be  refused,  as  his  words  would  fall  on  ears  too  resolute  to  waver.  And  yet,  knowing  did  nothing  to  lessen  the  sting  of  it.  FOR  IT  WASN'T  AS  IF  HE  HADN'T  PROVEN  HIMSELF.  He  had  grown;  he  had  fought  and  overcome  many  challenges;  he  bore  the  blade  of  legend  meant  to  vanquish  evil.  .  .So  why  ?  Why  do  they  still  have  to  treat  him  as  though  he  were  a  clueless,  defenseless  boy  ?  It  makes  his  blood  boil  beneath  his  skin  and  he  has  to  tighten  his  jaw,  breath  hissing  beneath  his  teeth,  in  an  attempt  to  keep  his  emotions  in  check.  But  standing  there,  while  they  make  the  decision  for  him,  he  finds  the  silence  unbearable  ❝  Still.  .  .  !  ❞  the  words  burst  from  him  in  a  short-lived  protests  because,  before  he  can  utter  another  word,  the  sheikah's  voice  cuts  through  the  air  once  more.

For  a  moment  it's  able  to  shut  him.  It  has  been  a  long  time  since  he  learned  to  see  beyond  their  harsh  tone,  to  recognize  the  worry  hidden  beneath  their  bluntness.  If  all  of  it  was  because  of  the  person  or  the  hero,  it  didn't  matter  to  him.  However,  he  cannot  recall  a  moment  where  they  had  ever  spoken  it  so  plainly.  And  that,  more  than  anything,  is  what  only  encourages  him  to  continue  with  his  tantrum.  Despite  their  intentions  likely  being  the  opposite  ❝  That's  precisely  why  I  want  to  go  with  you  !  ❞  he  says,  refusing  to  let  what  may  very  well  be  the  last  opportunity  he  has  before  they  turn  away  slip  through  his  fingers  ❝  You've  always  been  the  one  caring  for  me,  the  one  to  be  there  when  I  needed  it  ❞  the  quiet  figure  in  the  shadows,  a  steady  presence  at  his  side  that  doesn't  leave  him  alone.  Not  truly,  even  if  there  were  things  he  had  to  face  by  himself  ❝  let  me  be  the  one  to  help  you,  if  only  this  once  ❞  and  there,  all  the  frustration,  the  stubbornness,  the  determination  he  has  felt  softens,  turning  into  something  fragile.  A  plea.

❝  Fate  always  finds  its  way  no  matter  what,  right  ?  ❞  like  an  immovable  force,  unshaken  by  the  desires  of  those  caught  in  its  tide.  It  would  not  shift,  not  if  they  cursed  it,  not  if  they  clung  futilely  to  the  hope  that  things  can  be  different.  Fate  offers  no  escape,  no  other  path  but  the  one  that  had  already  been  carved  long  before  he  had  taken  his  first  breath.  Creating  a  story  where  every  role  must  be  played  and  where  he  was  no  exception  ❝  Then,  if  mine  is  to  defeat  that  man  and  restore  peace,  it  will  happen  eventually  ❞  be  it  that  very  same  day,  the  next  one  or  in  a  hundred  years.  If  it  is  meant  to  be,  it  would  be.  Inevitability  being  a  constant  looming  over  those  chosen  to  walk  this  circle  like  a  curse.  The  weight  of  that  certainty  keeps  his  voice  steady  as  he  holds  their  gaze,  searching  for  the  smallest  crack  in  their  resolve  ❝  So,  do  you  really  think  the  gods  will  mind  that  I  accompany  a  friend  along  the  way  ?  ❞

❛ why is it safe for you & not for me ? ❜

the eternal balance can only be tipped so far before it gets upset. if the hero is to walk a path of his own choosing, all possible roads need to have been walked at least once by someone else. it is either the shadow themselves or someone else, even one of the kokiri would suffice, but the path needs to be trodden and it needs to be known to the land of hyrule as a possible line from one point to another - a journey can only become one when it has been noted as such, the archivist in them knows it too well. then there is the part of them that has been made to know sorrow intimately, not only experiencing it but also inflicting it upon the malice of this world if only with the fringes of the dark as their witness. there would be no danger in this land they don't know about, which is not something they'd ever say to link directly, so they accept his sulking and swallow it like they swallow everything else he'd throw at them. they'd suffice with his blood too, though they do their most valiant not to; he is just as danger-prone as a fern in a heavy thunder storm.

a katana and smaller knives, foregoing the paper sigils they know impa enjoys to employ when facing possible enemies - there is nothing their hands couldn't do at the end of the day. link may beat them when it came to swordsmanship, as they made sure of early on and his spirit took care of the rest of the day as he would for times to come, but there is no one to rival the sheikah warrior when it came to close range combat, without any weapons, or to simply shroud the world in a dark veil to dispose of whoever may cause harm to the kingdom or the hero. another thing they would not say. instead they turn to link once he finally vocalised what caused his face to suffer such terrible furrowing, and they clasp his shoulder with a sure hand. " because i am older, and i am more experienced, and because you have other tasks to do. not everything can be safe, but one can gamble how ready they are to step out of their own front door, " they do tell him, a round-about way to signal they are aware of his desire to be useful but more aware of caution to not let him be thrown into a potential blunder all because they couldn't keep watchful eyes. that would never happen.

a thin smile, barely there but kind, is etched onto their face. " do you think i'd let you just charge at anything because you think you can? i'd never invite the chance for you to get hurt into my vicinity just to amuse your idleness. " then they pull the black haori from where it is secured over the back of a low chair and put it over their armour, making sure to appear as inconspicuous as they could be. stopping by link's side again, their gaze softens. " next time. this is nothing you should deal with. it is an matter for the sheikah. "

Link is a person who doesn't really like physical touch and doesn't express his feelings often (either because he feels they're his own burden to bear or because he finds it difficult to put them into words) so if he ever open ups to your muse or has any type of gesture, whatever small it may be like, for example, holding their hand, know it's because they mean a lot to him and he trust them completely.