Legend of Zelda OC Template -Detailed-Name:Legend of Zelda OC Template -Detailed-4 years ago in Scraps More Like This
~Legend of Zelda Stuff~
Relationships with Characters (These go by game, so delete all but the game(s) your character resides in. I really tried to include the "bigger" games, so feel free to add anything else. I also only listed characters I thought were "big" or somewhat so in the games. Again, feel free to add more.)
.carina of Time:.
.:Wind Waker/Phantom Hourglass:.
Red Lion King:
King Daphnes Nohansen Hyrule:
He Understands, My Latvia DoesI heard a saying once, that the best gifts come in small packaging, or something along those lines. I never gave it much thought; I was always so certain that bigger was automatically better. Bigger meant wider, longer, fuller, thicker, anything along those lines, and anything along those lines was better for whichever country was obtaining it; Wider and longer space for land, fuller populations and trade, thicker income, all for the betterment of a nation.He Understands, My Latvia Does6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Yes, in my eyes, bigger ways always better. However, that was before I'd obtained my little Latvia.
His body is small, both short and thin, and though he's often the color of the snow I despise so much, somehow he makes it beautiful. Alluring. And of course, he isn't white all over. His lips and his nipples are pink, especially after I've gotten my mouth on them. He tastes just as sweet as he looks, like a mix of pure sugar and powder.
People often reprimand me for how I feel for my Latvia. Lithuania and Estonia especially; they alw
50 Themes1: Slit50 Themes5 years ago in Scraps More Like This
I Look At Your Body And...Sometimes I look at your body and it makes me want to kiss you.I Look At Your Body And...6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You look like an angel, a true and pure angel. Every color about you is soft, comforting almost, like your hair; blonde in a shade that could've been lightened by the sun, where a halo wouldn't look out of place, or your eyes; blue in a shimmering way that reminds me of rare jewels and even the sky itself. Your skin could blend into the clouds, if they were lit only slightly with sunshine, is that strange mix of pale and peach you exhibit. I wouldn't be surprised if one day I found you with translucent white wings sprouting out of your back. I wouldn't be surprised, but I would be terrified. With wings like that you could lift right out of my arms and fly away, leaving me alone. You know then I'd have to do something about them, clip them maybe, or even cut them off altogether.
Sometimes I look at your body and it makes me want to cry.
You're riddled with spots and bruises and cuts half the time I look at you, and every on
As If Nothing HurtIt had been just another Saturday afternoon in the peaceful state of Virginia, site of Alfred's oldest and most historical of all his houses. The sun shone brightly in a cloudless sky as the trees and flowers waved in a slight breeze. Birds sang from branches above and squirrels chattered busily, and the grass in a nearby field danced elegantly in a surprise gust, sending butterflies free-flying into the air.As If Nothing Hurt6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Nothing about that day could have yielded a warning about the horror Arthur was going to find when he finally reached Alfred's colonial home.
Outside the house, the birds still sang and the frogs in the pond still croaked happily, going about their daily business. The sun still shone. There wasn't an ominous darkness about the place, and it wasn't locked up or shut in either. All the windows were uncovered and open, filling the house with the fresh air and natural chorus. The world was utterly peaceful.
That is, until a gunshot rang out.
The sound sent Arthur at least two feet int
Are You Afraid?His eyes shine like two newly-washed tanzanite gems, hidden and partially-shadowed by his snowy hair. His grin, maniacally cheerful as always, just barely reaches them as his teeth gleam just as brightly. A spot of scarlet appears at the corner of his mouth as the skin is stretched past its limit.Are You Afraid?5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The spatters of a darker hue make sickening sounds against the folds of his clothes. The vigorous crunching of metal against bone and the squelching of destroyed tissue and matter arise a symphony of annihilation within the tiny room. His smile never falters as heart after heart ceases to beat, as his clothing and skin are soiled by the essence of murder.
At last, only two forms remain breathing, the man and a boy huddled in the corner, sopping in the blood of his fallen comrades. His brothers, his only friends he sobs, curling tighter and holding himself as the man starts towards him, his grin growing ever-so-slightly.
Such a sickly-sweet, petrifying voice.
"Are you afrai