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that one meme with kyubey/madoka but it’s majora and link

It exists alongside several others spawned unconsciously from its being in place of developing emotions or feelings. Each representing a different facet of oblivion while still serving the greater abyss.

There stands eight Drutuludi to date that I have bothered to name. And each one betrayed Majora in the creating of Hyrule. Turning their powers against it or abstaining from action so that the goddesses could seal it away. Had they not, reality very well may never have been formed as we know it.

Please note, most Druthuludi names are unpronounceable to human tongues, and are only really approximated here. If they were to be really spoken aloud, they would drive anyone within earshot into madness.

The eight as of this moment, and their names in Hyrule vs their true names:

Majora - Hazsid-sth - The Hollow God

"Fierce Deity" @nihlkahn (mwah) - A'tlahae-ol

Odolwa - Odogga-Ilwath - Fiddler of the Song of Madness

Goht - Sh'ingohter-na @shingohter-na - Shapeless Wanderer of the Void

Gyorg - Ag Ny'org - Serpent of the Sea of Entropy

Twinmold - Shuz Gitturok and Yob Sittof - Scourges of Timeless Sands

Gomess - Bikkmortokg - Bringer of Purposeless End

would have been so fucked up

especially since the whole point of the masks is putting them on and feeling all in a sudden moment their suffering and anguish (that's why link is screaming when he puts them on)

so like would he have been experiencing the suffering and anguish of his other timeline self???

Oh, how nostalgic it was- that shape and form... It felt like it's been forever too long, agonizing years (were they?) that the wyrm has last seen the body of 'beloved'. A mere puppet that was simply made to toy with her, something that wasn't real — something fake that laughed at her naivety. But she could feel genuine love coming through the cracks of those masked actions, the melancholy and loneliness so intense she couldn't help but reach over to bring it close and hold it tight within her loving arms.

What had it gone through? She wondered — for it to be so on edge and simply believed itself to be above attachments; whatever kind it may have with her. Curiosity killed the cat, but she hasn't found herself running out of her nine lives just yet - so she proceeded. Continued reaching out, in hopes that Majora would return to her. Alas, here they are: face to face, heart to heart.

It surmises she could never truly understand the scope of the journey, should it never let her take the first steps. Am's fingers lift to gently caress along the jawline of her wonderful snout. Eyes were significantly more corrupt than those of Am's as she knew them, though they were no less soft for her, no less full of admiration for all she was, all she could be.

Even after it lied and toyed with her, she would be so embroiled in her love for it?

“oh— Hello, my love” said oh so softly the wyrm; she was delighted that Majora finally sank back to a size she was more familiar with, continuing their dance without a care in the world. A smile far too fond for any mortal to really give to the despair given form, but as always — there was no deceit anywhere to be found, even if Majora were to try and pick apart her soul. Once the dance comes to an end, she gently pulled it close, curling her tail around it's legs. A grounding touch for herself, really - making sure that it wouldn't stray away far.

Even further still, in this moment, it could only look at her with such a loving gaze. Though to her it surely didn't look any different than before, the fact that the shape broke from the black monstrous one slowly into that of Am, with a foggy outline still separating it from being quite so distinctly mortal.

Bussaba didn't pull away. There was no reason to, not at all— not in her eyes at least. It was a bit awkward, but she gently and is somehow able to coax the being into a dancing stance. After all, she hadn't properly reached it how to dance to her homeland traditional Rām, after all; so naturally, she opted for something more common she knew anyone would know- a hyrulean court dance. Something she had to learn, never thought it'd be used ever unless absolutely necessary to make face.

But now? She simply wanted to hold her beloved's hand, keep its mind from wandering too far, from getting away from her. Hoping it'd help soothe whatever ache it may have— and well, she's known to be unable to stand still for long period of time. Especially in such tense moments. Bussaba looked right back into the abyss' eyes, hers bright and gleaming as always, smiling softly.

“No, I don't truly understand what you are” she replied, honest, another step taken, “you've never let me. But it's okay. I know in my heart I'd love you no matter what I've come to learn about ” she could feel that fact in her soul. Knowing that no matter how despicable, how horrendous or evil- it deserved someone to cradle it with love and care.

But could it blame her? For all of the darkness it had shown the world, the villains it had made of others as Am, it had never shown her that evil on the surface. Only ever playing games that had only ever mattered to it-- Games that had so fallen apart.

"You would do so, even before learning fully of who I am?" It felt like a trap, but within her it could see no fear or deceit. The only fear it could pull apart was that of losing its presence from her existence. A lamentation that, to the entity, made no sense. To be preyed upon by darkness, but still crave it-- Those long spindly fingers furl around hers, as it lowers its shape. Sinking back into the proportions of Am, without taking his form again.

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