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⌘Midna & Zelda Hylia⌘

@ofmvoonlight 

Midna loved spending time with people— always had. Being alone was never quite her thing, not that it was really an option growing up in the castle. Even as an adult, she busied herself with company and spending time with others. 

More often than not her urge to find people to pass the time with led to her going to them. It was typically easier for both parties that way, as Midna didn’t have a job to keep her tied to a schedule like most of her friends did. It was a rarity anyone ever made it back to her own apartment, which was a shame considering how nice it was. Despite her unemployment status, Midna was far from strapped for cash. She had a hefty amount in a savings account which allowed for her to do whatever she pleased in comfort. 

Midna never hesitated in sharing that comfort from her friends when she could and when they would allow. It's why she invited Zelda over for what she heard people around here call a ‘girls night’. She knew her fellow princess had been having a time lately, and figured she could use a bit of cheering up. 

Luckily for Zelda, Midna considered herself a professional at brightening people’s moods. 

When she heard the knock at her front door, she cheerfully bounded over to open it. “Hey Zelds! You made it! Glad you were able to find the place alright.”

endlxssnights​:

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“Kotek,” She repeated. The little cat’s name seemed to break the spell, Ciri bending down to scratch behind his ears. She loved him already, the cat seeming to return the love tenfold. “Hi Kotek, I’m Ciri.”

Yennefer always seemed to know what Ciri needed, and the solution to it, before she had even pinned down the actual problem. She loved her mother, but sometimes it scared her, how in tune she was. Was it a mage thing? Or was it just something uniquely Yennefer?

“Grandmother didn’t let me have animals.” Ciri’s voice was soft, as if speaking too loud would cause Kotek to run. “We’d lose them too easily. Kelpie was my first one.”

And now Kotek.

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Immensely glad that Ciri liked the newest addition to their flat, Yennefer watched the pair interact with a genuine smile on her lips. She idly wondered what a younger version of herself would think about the display before her, but she was quickly brought back to reality when Ciri spoke.

“I’m happy you have a second, then. And I’m glad he’s made you happy. He seems to like the place well enough.” Yennefer held an arm open for a hug, not wanting to impose the affection if Ciri wasn’t in the mood for it. She knew her daughter better than anyone else (bar Geralt of course), and could recognize when she was having a rough time easily enough. Try as she might, Ciri had never been good at hiding things from her. 

“One reason to be happy you haven’t undergone the Mutations– cats can’t stand the presence of Witchers. I can’t speak for those of this sphere’s magickal origin, but back home… the look you’re giving me tells me you already knew that,” she spoke in the gentle and kind tone that was reserved only for Ciri. She should’ve known better than to try and lecture the girl tied for ‘most stubborn witcher in existence’ on something she had already gone over, no matter how long ago that was. A smile was still dancing on her lips. “Nevermind that. You’ve met the events of my day. How was yours, daughter?”

shallowmagics​:

— *•̩̩͙   l. & samwise gamgee  •̩̩͙* —

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Laurie nodded, hoping she wasn’t coming across as too nervous. They had never owned houseplants, or even pets before. They would have been too much of a hassle with how much she and her pack moved. The whole ordeal was exciting, like a right of passage into becoming independent. Get an apartment, buy a plant, among other things. 

“Oh, well if it’s pretty and easy to care for I wouldn’t mind something that flowers. But maybe just something with different colors then? They don’t have to be fancy either,” She added quickly, a new thought of being too demanding suddenly sticking in her head. 

They paused. Hours at the vet had been hard to come by lately, but she still wasn’t home enough to warrant something that needed to be cared for constantly. “I work about four days a week, it’ll probably go up to five in the spring. There’s this big window in my bedroom area so if I could just it in that patch of sunlight all day while I’m working, that would be great.”

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There was something indescribable about the person before him. They reminded him of someone, the someone that danced on the edge of his mind and only showed herself in a mess of golden curls. The feeling was recognizable as the same he felt when speaking to Zelda, but he couldn’t make sense of either. He let the train of thought go for the time being.

“I’m sure I could work out something perfect for you, then … sorry, I don’t think I caught your name.” He was smiling, Sam was always smiling. “Right, I can certainly work with that. Give me a moment to get a few choices out for you.”

A few laps around the shop later, Sam had lined up a few candidates on the register counter. They varied in shape and size: one was a string of pearls plant, beside it a peperomia, an asparagus fern, and African violets. “Anything catch your eye? If not I can keep looking for you.”

OLIVER JACKSON-COHEN in SURFACE (2022)

picturedspells​:

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Catra breathed almost a sigh of relief when Midna said she wasn’t from this world either. For some reason, it made xem feel slightly closer to home.

“Yeah, I’m from a world called Etheria,” xe said. “We’ve got magic there, with princesses ands sorcerers who wield it. I’m neither, but I’ve got plenty of my own skills to make up for it… what world are you from?”

Catra looked up at the sky when Midna mentioned it. Xe hadn’t taken the time to notice any beauty here, having been too focused on escaping. But she was right. It was a lovely night, objectively. Xe nodded. 

“I guess you’re right. And I’ve faced scarier too. Random terrors in the night were my bread and butter growing up.”

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Midna looked Catra over, letting her mind wander about Etheria for a moment. How different was it? What were people like there? Was it as similar to her own world as it sounded on the surface? She dispelled the thoughts quickly, no time to dwell on it. 

“The place I’m from is called The Twilight Realm. We’ve got all of those things, and I am them,” she replied. “It’s a place of perpetual darkness, and it's strange to those who dwell in the light, but it's home and it's beautiful.” And I miss it. She knew better than to say that aloud at a time like this, but she felt it in her heart. 

Midna kept her eyes on xer as xe looked up at the moon, before mirroring the action. “I was missing someone for a very long time. Someone who meant the world to me. He wasn't dead, but, well, we couldn't see each other. We were separated by a barrier much like this one. Him in the light, and I in the dark. I tried not to think about him too much, but… sometimes I’d liked to look at the moon and think that he would be looking at it too. Maybe that can be the same for you and your person, whoever they are.” 

ofmvoonlight​:

Due to everything that had just taken place, Zelda was a little dizzy. And that was understandable. So many different faces, smells and voices. It would overwhelm just about anyone. Especially when you are not prepared. Meeting fans was something she loved but she would much rather have a meet up planned than to be rushed and cornered like this. Their heart was beating fast in their chest but the more they let the stranger guide them away from the crowd, the more safe she started to feel. 

Blinking a couple of times, Zelda looked at him and then cleared her throat. “I am not so sure. I feel a little lightheaded” they admitted and then cleared their throat. “Ah that? Those were my fans. I work as a model”

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There was something strangely familiar, being in their presence. It wasn't that Samwise thought knew her specifically, but looking at her gave that strange sort of tug in his chest— the one which always came about when a blurred memory of someone was dancing at the edge of his mind and wouldn't come into focus. They reminded him of someone he had forgotten. What an odd feeling.

This only caused the concern he had to grow. You could say what you would about Sam, but his heart was much bigger than most. 

“Ah, well you’ll have to forgive me. I don't really keep up with that sort— sorry, that's not important. You’re light headed? Do you need to sit down, or the café’s just up the street, we could get you some water or somethin’.”

[Img: four sketches of rp characters; Zsasz (Gotham tv show), Hara (an OC dressed as royalty and wearing mourning clothes), Sam (LOTR), and Piter (Dune). Zsasz is staring ahead intently, Hara is sitting regally, Sam is happily holding a plant, and Piter is in front of the other sketches & looking back at the other characters uneasily]

who are these people

(@petitsdieu from indie rp, and @wickedpotions & @bombadills from the @sallowhillshq​ rp group)

(please don’t reblog if your muse isn’t here!)

ofmvoonlight​:

“Okay only if you are sure. I am starting to get better when it comes to the whole standing up thing. It took some time after the whole.. incident took place. But I am getting there and I am beyond happy about that. I do not like to just lay around and hope that everything is going to be fine. I need to actually make sure that I am gonna be fine and not just hope and wonder" 

Zelda had always been quite stubborn when it came to these things. They had never been someone who let other people take care of them. Not even the people that worked for her back home in Hyrule. No no they refused. She was her own person which meant that she can take care of herself. And that she could. Zelda had proven that time and time again.

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Sam had always enjoyed cooking, he was a Hobbit after all, and cooking was one of a Hobbit’s favorite activities. So he didn’t mind to offer at all, especially if the cause was to make sure Zelda didn’t start feeling any worse than they already did.

“‘If I'm sure?’ You sound ridiculous,” he said as he shook his head, a fondness in his voice and a glint in his eye. He understood her eagerness to get on with life after such an injury. He had seen it firsthand with his Frodo on multiple occasions. “No, I didn’t think you would like such a thing. You’ve always struck me as a doer, and not a watcher. Every step is one more step back to normal, I think. You’ll be up to your usual antics again in no time.”

wickedpotions​:

✧･ﾟ　  ┊　  ┊　  ┊  DEAN && YENNEFER

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HER EYES WERE RATHER PRETTY.  in the sense that dean would probably end up drawing them, or drawing something inspired by them.  It wasn’t every day that you met someone with purple eyes, though truth be told he was surprised it didn’t happen more often in the Wizarding World.  Magic would make it so easy.  ❝ I mean, you add on that the no-nose guy was also the worst kind of person and started two wars - yeah no ballads written about him.  Stories to scare children and war songs, maybe. ❞

ART DID COME FROM FEAR AS MUCH BEAUTY, but the art that came from fear was so often kept locked away.  Dean knew it too well, from personal experience.  The nightmarish drawings in his sketchpad that he never flipped back to from the months on the run.  From the months after getting back home.  

❝ WANDS DON’T SEEM POPULAR IN THIS TOWN, ❞ dean said, taking his time to feel over each piece that was there.  ❝ Which I get, but it’s kinda a shame.  There’s a lot of beauty in wand work.  I find beauty in all kinds of magic, though.  Suppose that’s why I have this project. ❞

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Yennefer shrugged, because in all honesty she knew very little about the composition of music. She had never paid it too much mind, though there were a few ballads written about her back home. Dean’s attention wasn't the first captured by her vibrant eyes and dark hair, and his wouldn’t be the last. 

“Personally,” the woman said as she adjusted a few items on a nearby shelf, “I’ve never felt wands to be of much use for the form of magic I channel. They limit my capability. But, I have met a few who were aided by it. Many people, and I use that word loosely here, in this town, they don’t just use magic, but they are magic. A concept I, myself, find very interesting.” 

She looked to him, then to the display he was combing through. She had never been fond of wand work, so it was intriguing to glimpse even a small part of the process. “It sounds a quite interesting concept to make a piece on. I applaud it-- or I would, if I was the applauding type.”

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