#linkresfeber

what is ONE THING you like about the way i play my character?

Majoras Mask Headcanon Meme - Twinmold's Remains: tell us about a time your muse had to accept the death of someone close to them. did it hit them really hard or were they able to make it out okay?

👋 - about a friend

“Tael and Tatl are my best friends. They’re the best. ‘Cept when Tatl chases me down and forces flowers in my hair.” Shit talk them and he’s comin’ for blood.

“Vice is too.” Unsure whether said friend knows that but. “Tael and Tatl don’t seem to like him much. Say he’s a bad influence but he hasn’t killed anyone since I’ve known him. Probably. ‘e’s a bit weird eheheh!.”

Exhaustion was beginning to take its toll on Sheik’s body and it was a grave realisation that they would not last much longer at this rate.  By no mean were they weak, but even the strongest of warriors faltered in the face of what seemed to be endless monsters.  It was a small village within Woodfall that had called for help and the Sheikah was never one to shy away from outstretching their hand to those in need.

Perhaps it had been wrong to underestimate the threat of the beasts within the swamp which seemed to be taking a newfound enjoyment in injuring those who wandered outside of their home.  It was even more unfortunate that such beasts included skulltula, which Sheik was certainly not enthused for.

Weariness settled deep into the warrior’s bones as their blade bit sharply into the skulltula that had dared to lunge at them.  The sheer force of the creature’s weight slamming into their worn body nearly had the Sheikah stumbling back but it was with sheer stubbornness that they remained steadfast on their feet.  Yanking their steel blade from its body, Sheik was quick on their feet to give a firm and swift kick to the outer skull shaped shell if only to give distance.

Gleaming red eyes were watching their every movement from the darkness shrouding the brush and trees.  The numbers of these creatures refused to dwindle it seemed, even with the bodies strewn along the ground by their feet.

How many have they killed?        (Ten? Twenty?)

    How many more was there to go through?                (Five?  Dozens?)

         They couldn’t possibly kill all of these, right?                     (Or could they?)

Wrapped fingers desperately clutched at the open wound beneath their dark cloak, body shaking as dark blood smeared over their hand.  The pain flared and they could only grit their teeth behind their cowl as their head felt light.

They were losing too much blood.  Goddesses...  There was simply too many of them and though they could attempt to run, they would not get far with this injury.