#forcedlinkofdestiny

I’m glad I’m strong enough now to come back and face my demons and put this chapter of my life to rest.  It was great while it lasted.  Thank you, all of you, for being there for me and RPing with me and just... being awesome.  And teaching me more about the world.

I won’t be here, I won’t be coming back to this website.  I have to focus on my real life responsibilities and what I’m doing going forward.

I loved my muses while they lasted and sometimes still think about them.  Heh.  Weird how they stuck around for years.

[ Already answered here, but I’ll still copy it here! :>]

☁: How they feel about cold weather

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Nightmares!

Pele has nightmares all of the time, and she rarely sleeps because of it. Sure, she gets tired but she’s a Goddess so it doesnt affect her greatly. She usually has dreams about those she kills, with every eruption if there are deaths involved it traumatizes her every time. You can say she never gets used to that part.  She dreams of their faces, the pure agony and fear that is shone onto them. Even the silent killings from suffocation regarding ash and natural toxic gases, how peaceful that they look scare her, even though they look as if the are sleeping.She dreams of Pompeii, how disastrous that was and how it haunts her again and again. Although it was an accident, she blames herself for it all. Every death, every emotional scar, everything. Once the damage has been done, it’s hard to stop. You can’t even mention the word Pompeii to her or else she’ll burst into tears, it’s extremely triggering for her.

Link raised an eyebrow, “Why would you have to?” True, he wasn’t really afraid of her. She wasn’t the nightmares that haunted him when he slept, or the monster he was wary of coming across during his travels. But he was a little confused as to why that should bother her at all. "Surely other heroes quake in their boots at the sight of you." He could only assume, anyway. "What does it matter if one hero doesn’t care either way?" He knew this would have bothered his own shadow, but Dusk was an attention seeker, and she didn’t really seem like the type to him.

      "I'd have to because you DON'T fear me already." The dark woman quickly replied.

      'Miss' Dark was kind of just... Staring at the other, menacing eyes widened just a bit. This REALLY bugged the dark woman. Far more than it should. 

      Sure; there were other Link's running about that seemed to be afraid of her. She had installed such a fear into them with so many encounters and whatnot. Heck there was even one who was her killtoy now. Could it get ANY better than that? "...I don't. I don't like it when one doesn't fear me. Once glance at me elicits a scream of sheer terror from some beings. Towns people scurry for a clever hiding place when I step foot into town." Her brows slowly furrowed down into a glare. A snarl pulled at the edge of her lips, revealing a razor-sharp canine.

Give my muse a dessert to show how your muse feels about mine.Licorice:Indifference 

      The dark woman rose an eyebrow. "In... Different?" In some strange way, that had hurt.Quickly did she move behind him placing a hand on his shoulder; peering over to look at his face.

      "So you don't dislike me, nor like me? But you also... Don't fear me?" Perhaps she had grown too used to OTHER Link's fearing her. Which was such a delicious thing, mind you. 

((thankyousomuch))

The Headcanon Game: Send me an object and I have to make a head canon out of it.

Growing up, Hamlet always saw his father in the crown. He saw the man he looked up to rule a beautiful world. (In the Prince's eyes, that is.) He sees the crown as a symbol of dignity and justness.