#psycupcake

haru sweetie i am SO SORRY

headcanon meme

♒ - cooking/food headcanon

The girl ran over to the other woman, looking a little nervous. She was unsure about this place still. No signs of her townsfolk anywhere, either. She felt ALONE and she hated it.

❛  C-can you help me, please? I don’t know where this sector is..❜

She tried hard to make it sound like her voice cracked, she was trying to remain as calm as she could be in a place like this.

     She was a trapped soul for a long time, waiting for her freedom, which she got in the end. Besides, The Calamity met its end, therefore her mission too. Nonetheless, there she was, and she was no spirit this time. A powerful force made her come back to life, it could be said. However, the place where she was at this very moment wasn’t Hyrule, or at least she couldn’t recognize it. How many years had passed since everything ended? Did the ancient technology come that far? She supposed she could ask someone.

     Person identified, the Gerudo made her way towards them. A girl, she was, maybe older than the actual Gerudo monarch and resembled Hylians a little. It would be a bit easier to talk to about this kingdom, though her lost expression was saying otherwise.

Reserved!

✈ an eye-opening memory.

the girl wakes, heavy lids opening and blinking away the haziness of anesthesia. a steady breath in, a steady breath out. there is no gasp, no wheeze, no full-feeling constriction in her lungs. there is, however, a radiating pain in the center of her back.

❝ father? ❞ the girl asks, voice no higher than a whisper. further awareness returns slowly; she is sitting hunched over in a chair. jarring. hadn’t there just been a procedure? shouldn’t she be in bed?

❝ father, ❞ she tries again, louder, and the man startles behind her - apparently lost in the workings of something. when she tries to turn to him, there is a deep-seated ache and an unfamiliar weight on her spine. it halts her.

❝ orianna, darling, please don’t exert yourself. i’m here. ❞

corin circles around to her front so she can see him. she smiles, weakly, and he rests a hand on her shoulder, hesitant to embrace her. ❝ the surgery went well. your new lungs - you should be able to breathe freely, dear. how are you feeling? ❞

❝ i can breathe - but, father, what is on my back? it hurts. it’s heavy. i can’t see it - ❞

❝ it’s a key, to power your lungs and keep them going. ❞

❝ ah. when will you be showing me how to keep it wound?❞

her father’s expression shifts from worry to something more stern.

❝ i will not. i’m the only one able to turn it. i won’t have you wandering away from home anymore.❞

 the smile vanishes from orianna’s face, and she fights the tears welling up in her eyes.

❝ you would rather have me die? ❞

there is a deep sigh as the inventor returns to his work on the mechanism, unable to look his daughter in the eye.

CATCH KUNI IN THE ACT OF FEELING EMOTIONS™ ! || ACCEPTING.

¥ ∫∫ tomorrow.  tomorrow is the day kunikazu okumura will die on national television––existence erased, legacy stopped cold in its tracks, aspirations turned to dust before they could gasp in surprise.

       needless to say, he isn’t excited for the occasion, even if it is a façade to fool the puppeteers in their high tower.  sitting in his study, he pulls out a small notebook with the instructions he’s given himself and the checklist of all the preparations he’s had to make––everything is accounted for, but that does nothing for his paranoia.