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" ah-- you're bleeding... you're bleeding bad... "

Hurt rp Starters - crescxre - accepting

he KNEW, and he could barely keep his eyes open. just a few more steps and they could HOPEFULLY find a fairy, reach out and grasp the little creature and ask it for AID. Link had become used to receiving cuts and bruises, perhaps the odd gash ot two from an opponent that wielded a sword. Both of his ears twitched to life to get a better GRASP on the boy’s words, hearing fading in and out with each step he took. it was like going through a bad tunnel where the wind rushed passed him, his body racked with stinging PAIN before going numb. that couldn’t have been a good sign.

at least now i can’t really feel it.

❝ don’t worry about it. i’m sure your friends are just around the corner.
we have to keep moving. this place… is dangerous.❞

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#crescxre

crescxre:

the tone of warning does not fail to strike him, but declines to knock him down. if these landscapes truly did hold such terrors, then marta and tenebrae were as much at risk as he; perhaps more so. with the core of the world’s protector embedded to her form, emil could not imagine he would be the one to drawn out whatever enemies might lurk within unfamiliar lands.
“ i’m sorry… but i can’t leave ! not until i know for sure ! if i just ran away, without even looking for her, and something happened… i’d never be able to forgive myself ! ”

gods, this kid was incredibly STUBBORN, wasn’t he? he guessed that if he really wanted to go on ahead, he wasn’t fit to stop him, but he could at least WARN him of what was up ahead. but he doubted the kid could even make it up the hill without a hookshot.
…ah, i’m starting to sound like THEM.

Link clambored up the hillface with no touch of grace, cartilage twitching feverishly at the odd AURA he emitted. His clothing was pretty cool, though, not all too different from some of the more lavish garb one could buy in Termina, if they could provide rupees by the handful.

❝ You’re really going in there, aren’t you? ❞ there was a subtle raise of his brow, CONFUSION writ within his eyes. he didn’t think that his friends could have gotten up there, especially not with the enemies left protecting Stone Tower. if they DID, though, they were probably… ❝ If you just go charging up there, you’re gonana die. ❞

(Source: tunicisms-blog)

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#crescxre #[ v: oғ мαѕĸed мeɴ ] #[ god emil you're gonna get eaten ] #[ by undead things ]

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       he starts at the word, fear to begin a quiet trickle through viridian waters; though it never sees the shallows, brushed away where determination crashes down & frightened features steel against its onslaught. there’s a shake of sand fringe.
     “ i-i can’t leave. i think my friends might be lost out here too. ”
       emil would not leave without them.

gods, why did everyone in Termina have to be so damned STUBBORN? he’d been up and out of this valley a HUNDRED times and knew who would be coming by.sure, he might have missed this o n e guy, but what were the odds of him missing a bunch of other stragglers?

❝ there’s no one else here! I’m warning you.
the longer you stay here, the more you’ll
attract them. ❞

He spoke, of course, of the Garo.

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#crescxre #[ v: oғ мαѕĸed мeɴ ] #( oooh lets freak out the blond kid )

crescxre:

       a fistful of navy remains bunched within closed fingertips, coiled tightly about the familiar fabric ( about the only familiarity he could conjure in such strange surroundings ). lips pressed into a seal, having already exhausted light chords with calls for those he seems to have found himself separated from. marta remained nowhere to be found, and there existed within him no trace of the centurion which had for so long been their companion; nor anyone else for that matter.
       so focused on fearful thoughts ( where was he, how was he to get home, would he ever find his friends again– ) that the stranger’s sudden call brings a jolt to a frame shocked still.
     “ ah– ! ”
       ( a boy? )
     “ oh… well, you see– i’m lost. ”

▲ – COURAGE:

A lost soul? That was never something good to hear in Ikana, the valley of death. The dead roamed the lands below the tower, some trying to continue living out their lives in the shadow of a once-great palace. Link shifted his stance to be sure not to fall, hands helping to pull him back up to the grass and away from the octorocks that had been lying frozen at his feet.

❛ You shouldn’t be here. Town is the other direction.
If you are out here after dark, – you’ll die. ❜

…But this kid, he had a sword.
Could he have been trying to help someone, too?

(Source: tunicisms-blog)

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#crescxre #emil no dont be scared

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▲ – COURAGE:

Another stranger that wandered into Clocktown would have been a little interesting, but to see someone walk into Ikana without so much as a blink of an eye? He looked a little older than he was, maybe stronger, too. But his clothes were odd– how did he expect to fight off the spirits when the sun went down?

❛ Hey! ❜ Link called from his spot at the pier, a nearby sheikah stone whispering the time. ❛ What are you doing down here? ❜ As if he had room to talk.

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#crescxre #[ v: oғ мαѕĸed мeɴ ] #drops all of the tales people into the death-based verse yes

A BOY NAMED LINK

Link is a ten year old Hylian boy cast out into the world. Given a sword and called a savior, he was made to undergo dangerous trials and defeat several gigantic monsters and dragons of all sizes. Orphaned at infancy by his dying mother, Link was raised in the Kokiri Forest and was frequently abused by the child-leader of the Kokiri for being a Hylian. He was forced to grow up without knowing the consequences of his actions; He chose to heed the Great Deku Tree’s words and bring the Emerald to Zelda at Hyrule Castle. Believing Zelda’s words and trusting her judgement, Link gathered the Ruby and Sapphire from two remaining temples, returning to town just in time to see Zelda retreating on horseback with Ganondorf in pursuit. Obtaining the Ocarina, he was told via telepathy to enter the door of time– but not what was going to happen next.

Upon waking up, Link’s shock is clearly written on his face. He is told to look at his growth, and he stands as a seventeen year old young man, able to wield the power of the master sword. While he is able to return to his age at the end of the game in the Child Era, Link ultimately loses his entire childhood and continues to see this pattern throughout the Zelda series.

Link is always born with the mark of the Goddess Farore on the back of his hand. It is a golden symbol, the Triforce, with the right-hand side lit up. It represents the piece of her existence that she granted to him, a fragment of power that enables him to dismiss fear and enter the realm of reckless indulgence to save the people of Hyrule from any evil or tyrannical being.

He's known to be childish at times and loves all kinds of food-- especially if its free. As a growing and healthy boy, he can often be found chowing down at the Ranch or somewhere in town, well-known by the town's occupants as nothing more than the fiary boy. Princess Zelda and those who matter within the castle, however, are not ignorant to what he had done for them upon saving their world.

Link does have an incredible angry streak, though. If anyone appears condescending, he does his best to put up with it, but he is unable to stand by if one of his friends is insulted or threatened with danger or harm. He's extremely protective of all those he bonds with, which is an incredibly hard thing to do. Almost all of his friends and companions leave about their business and have left Link to his own devices. It is assumed that he dies alone when he becomes the Hero's shade. If you do befriend him, handle with care.

This RPer took the Roleplay Anti-Hate Pledge

First things first, the Mun is known as Pepsi; please use whatever pronoun you feel with with me. I don't mind it in the least! He/She is fine. Or they. Whichever you feel fits me best.

Shipping: I am a multi-verse blog/multi-ship blog. However, he’s very picky and it most likely won’t happen without years of angsty development. Why? …Well, he doesn’t care! Empathy/Sympathy won’t be found with this muse. However, he greatly admires beauty. What he finds beautiful varies.

I am also extremely selective of OCs and will not roleplay with those made purposely for shipping. i won't roleplay with ocs that are related to canon characters, or 'personified object' ocs. I also expect you to have something for me to read so that I may know about your character. ‘Rp to find out’ does not roll with me.

I do offer MUTUAL EXCLUSIVITY, but this is not a requirement. if you would like me to only interact with the muse you play on your blog, then I will expect the same in return. we must have been threading for at least a week before i will offer this feature.

If I am following you, that means that I want to thread with you. It means I’ve seen something promising on your page and that I do want to interact with you. Please note that I won’t rp with multi-muse blogs or gender-bent muses.

Lastly, if you decide that you feel the need to call me elitist or pretentious for my choices to role-play, i suggest you go and find one of the other thousands of Zelda blogs to meet your needs, as i refuse to respond to any anon hate messages without the use of know-anon, meaning that your url will be shown and i just won't care about the repercussions that brings you. Don't dish it out if you can't take it.

VERSES LIST

Main verse: MAJORAS MASK. Game Setting.

Link, transported by means of mysterious magic to a world, Link embarks on a journey to save the topsy-turvy land of Termina from being crushed by the moon in just three days. To defeat the Skull Kid, Link has to live the same three days over and over again, but not without the help of a few transformative masks. His journey takes him from a poisonous swamp, a snowy mountain, a misty ocean and the valley of death itself.

Link has become Jaded in this world, keeping to himself and always weary of losing new friends. With Tatl floating at his side, Link does his best to rid the world of an extreme evil that not even he understands-- a terrifying mask of possession on the face of a child his own age.

This blog will allow plotting for the popular theory that child link is, in fact, dead. Termina is just a figment of purgatory while Link comes to terms with the five stages of grief. This means that any interaction outside of the Zelda fandom will have Link as a corporeal spirit, unaware of the truth.

[ THE BOUNTY HUNTER ] Post-Majora's Mask

Rather than going on at the end of Majoras Mask, Link stays in the lands of Termina and becomes a teen bounty hunter. Accompanied by no one down the roads that lead him any and everywhere, he carries with him the faceless masks of those who've passed on and is always cautious of strangers.

[ Main 2 ] Ocarina of Time ( all timelines )

In the vast, deep forest of Hyrule, the Great Deku Tree served as the guardian spirit. The children of the forest, the Kokiri, lived with the Great Deku Tree. Each Kokiri had his or her own guardian fairy, except one. His name was Link.

Upon gaining access to the Temple of Time and the Master Sword, Link travels seven years into the future. You learn that the time travel happens because, although Link is the chosen one to remove the Master Sword from its stone sealed sheath, you must be of a certain age to wield it. Therefore Link is trapped in a sort of “hibernation” until he is old enough to fulfil his destiny. When Link awakens he finds that in his absence, Ganondorf has used the Triforce of Power to take control of Hyrule and turn it into a post apocalyptic world.

[ SM4SH VERSE. Melee. YOUNG LINK. ]

Chosen to fight amongst the best champions, the competition gets rough when Link faces off against familiar rivals and strong foes he's never met before. This universe is used for a friendlier atmosphere for other view game characters. The tournament starts soon-- is your muse in? POST-ALL

Link has returned from Termina as an adult, fully prepared to take his father's place as a Knight of Hyrule. However, things don't appear to be going his way... he finds himself entranced by the sudden dark clouds that cover the sky. In armor, sword in hand, has war come upon them once more?