A redesign of a Gerudo. Prominently featured in The Legend of Zelda Ocarina of Time and Majora's Mask (subtly in many other Zelda games from then on).
Zelink A Hint of Twilight"Midna..." Link says sitting on a rock, his bare feet dipped in the ice cold water of the small pond. "I wonder what she's doing right now..." He asks himself and closes his blue eyes. Only to open them when he hears light footsteps behind him. "Link?" A quiet voice asks. "Princess?" He turn to see Zelda, her royal gown replaced with a simple brown dress and her hair was let out of it's restraining braid. "I thought you were back in Ordon." She asks stepping behind him.
"Oh, no. I'm just resting, and thinking."
Then the princess is silent, her eyes look to the pond.
"What's the matter, Zelda?" Link asks, confused.
"It's nothing, Link." She smiles and hugs him. "Thank you again for saving Hyrule. I knew you could do it."
Link smiles. "Thanks, Zelda." And stands, taking off his shirt and walks into the water.
"Care to swim, princess?" He asks holding out a hand for her to grasp. She accepts the offer and wades carefully into the shallow part of the pond. "T
The Sun Queen -- Part One~~THE SUN QUEEN~~
The wind howled. It clawed and bit and snarled in her ears, razor-talon wisps attempting to slash apart her cloak. She had been forced from her horse what felt like a forever ago. Not that a horse would find more progress than she through the dunes; the drifts were too deep for all steeds but the most fleet-footed desert mounts. Din, she thought. How could a land of sun and heat and thirst be so cold?
A solitary tear slid down her ivory cheek before she could stop herself. No, she reminded herself. This is a land of parch. Every drop of that is precious. Your canteen is gone, and that is bad enough.
But she could not stop herself. Through the dust hood, she reached and ran a hand through her hair in her customary way, a way that she had tried to train out of herself by nearly five years of diplomatic training. But her hand flinched as it met an absence. Something was not there. Something was missing. A something she had worn from h
Capgras delusionI read about people whose
brains one day
decide a lover's eyes are
too right framed by a voice
and touch like soft fur in
your lap, on your face
and remembered you drinking
before you crawled
in on me, abuses soaking
and matting down around
your lap, above your face.
I remembered that first time
you had me just leave
it for you and I heard you
dunking your head in lukewarm,
filmy stranger. You sat beside
me later, dripping tears maybe to
your lap, from your face
and as the drain was pulled, there was me
still clipping nails, leaving them out
for you with milk and old hairs from
the pillow, your eyes' light straying often
to my lap, but not my face.
Monday Morning (I Know)It was mentioned casually
at the breakfast table:
“A boy from school
committed suicide last night.
Did you know him?”
I know the way
the night sky wrapped itself
around his shoulders
and ripped itself away,
and how to him, light-years
were a measure of time
and not of distance.
I know that darkness
was darker for him,
and that light was
always too bright.
I know that smiling was painful
in all seventeen muscles,
and that it was a relief
I know that he carried
the depression on his shoulders,
and that he spent half the day
hiding it away from everyone,
and the other half
wishing somebody would notice.
I know that he was the best actor,
and that everyone believed
that his eyes sparkled from happiness
and not from tears.
I know that he was so good,
he never had to lie and say
“I’m fine,” because
nobody ever asked.
I also know that today, the halls
will echo with silence
and the occasional small cry,
courtesy of the people
who never really knew hi
Contest! Draw Sophie and get a MH Drawing!What is this contest about?:
Draw my doll Sophie
you can draw her chibi, realistic or in your own style, but her face must be always visible and you must draw her joints. She is a doll, I wouldn't like her to look like she wasn't. This means you MUST draw her joints, but you can draw her with any expression, like if she was alive.
You can draw her with the clothes she has in the photos or even design your own clothes for her, so you have total freedom about it.
how many drawings can I do for this contest?:
As many as you want without limit, as long as they are 100% original and finished (full colored). No work in progress, no drawings in striped paper.
Traditional or digital?:
Both are accepted
Please, be original:
Don't steal other people's drawings, don't use bases, and please, don't just copy a photo T_T
You may use a photo as a reference, but don't traze it.
If you do, you will be kicked out from the co
seven is lucky, eight is infinitysuddenly all the pizza grease songs
are about you. all
of my intrinsic, righteous habits
are a closed off vessel
of God’s deduction of you. seven
eighths of my day
are earned and spent by the
my imagination over your silence.
you have stumbled on to a path not
destined for you to take. you
are turning circular tables, never
changing, do you not
see the irony in that?
i imagine you walking
my unfamiliar, light-devoid
road of the void in my experience
as a human being. you see, i am still
suckling and giggling
half-God at the idiots in weed school
and mediocrity is my forte, i’ve
been told; i know only,
how to walk the earth lightly, how
never to hint at your dismissal
and existential uprooting.
i am a door creak so quiet you don’t even move in your body
high. her sighing wakes you up; in her arms
i imagine you feeling
thinner and so,
so naked, just like me shell-shocking you
with my acute, unbearded
you deserve a poem, you need