#aherosreflection

Confession time :D I’d genuinely like to thank anybody that has ever really rp’d with me and has accepted my Dark Link- he’s different to the others and I genuinely thought that nobody would like him due to his differences. I’d received nothing but positivity on this blog and though most of the people who I rp’d with aren’t around any more, it was still lovely of them to accept me <3 So yes thank you all <33

"What’s…. An… Anaconda?"

a curl of the lips, more predatory than it is out of kindness. there is a matter to be spoken only one single thought in this otherwise oppressive man. & his golden hues steadied a gaze that is filled with both hatred & some type of affection though it's only because the copy had succeeded in where the tyrant's other servants had not. truly a remarkable child but also a liability if they ever were to ever be free from his grasp.

                               ❝  d a r k , come here. ❞

aherosreflection ; starter

It might have been the constant worry that he'd drown or the nagging, skeletal fish that threatened to eat him alive, but Link absolutely hated this temple with a passion. His memories sank back into a Temple of Water in his homeland, a place that he thought could never be matched or topped for its obnoxious features. But this? This definitely took the cake. All the cakes-- every stinkin' last cake the bakery even had.

Through half-lidded eyes he surveyed the parameter, odd, purple tongue darting out to re-moisten his drying lips. It was a treat to be able to breathe underwater without the use of his adult-sized tunic, but the fins were something he wasn't yet used to. In fact, he wasn't quite used to anything with this body just yet. The most he had to be thankful for was that he wasn't a giant, rolling Goron anymore.

He sat on an isolated block in the water, lower eyelids clicking together with those on top to keep his eyes hydrated. He had better hearing, a better sense of feeling when it came to knowing what was in front of him. He especially appreciated the way he could use his own bodyparts as a sort of weapon or shield. Most of all, he appreciated the height he had again. The feeling of being older. ...Maybe it meant that things wouldn't be as he feared, after-all.

His eyes shifted to their corners, dark globes taking in the sight of a shadow int he next room. His heart near stopped, pointed teeth biting at the skin of his lower lip. What he saw had to be his own reflection off of the shimmering walls of the temple, yet he wasn't so sure...

Standing from his place, the Mikau-shade he'd become steadily walked to the edge of the platform, peering into the distance. In a slightly warbly voice, he called out.

don’t forget the ear scratching ;D

DEMONS WERE ONCE ANGELS //SHOT

ANGELIC CHOIRS IN THE DISTANE

no stop ur aesthetically pleasing towards the human irises :’c //shot numerous times.