Also, my problems are apparently completely invalid

Oh, wait, and I’m an attention seeker too

Go me.

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Dress as me, miss Mi? :3

I do like this dress of yours, Miss Malon. I might have to borrow an extra from you one day if you have it~

(( Oh my god, Miyamoto, do you do what I do as well? Pick out some random details so people can pull out their hair when they draw it? eue

…now I wanna draw Lympha in Young Malon/Cremia clothes D: ))

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((I made Fierce go around and give “hug time” to anyone who reblogs this))

the good kind eue

(( So, I am legit freaking out here.

I do not have any diabetes, just a fluctuation in my testosterone level.

Good news all around~ ))

During the Era partly after Hyrule’s creation, long before it even bore the name of Hyrule, lived a young woman named Hesperya. Hesperya was born in the right before the very middle of the Goddess Hylia’s rule over the surface, even before the written language we now know as Hylian today was down on parchment. She was as lovely as a flower, her long, dark hair flew behind her in the wind, her cheeks full of color, yet her body so delicate looking and porcelain-like, and her almond-shaped brown eyes that seemed to just sparkle with life. Hesperya, as a young girl, loved her brush and ink. She would paint beautiful drawings of the different creatures, plants, and humans that she saw. However, the infrequency of humans and even creatures around her home with her mother and father were rare and distant. You see, they lived a great deal away from any of the closer towns and villages. They preferred a secluded location not too far from Faron Woods. So, Hesperya decided that drawing the same creatures, flowers, and humans got boring and she often became lazy and dragged her brush across the page. But, that is another part of the story that we shall get to later.

It was not too far from the temple in the Deep Woods, though. It was within walking distance of her house and her family paid tribute to the goddess every day in the temple spring there. The Skyview Temple was not yet dangerous or decrepit as it was in the Era of the Sky, when Hylia reborn was pulled down to the surface by the Demon Lord and the Chosen Hero came to save her and do battle there. No, in fact it was quite resplendent in all its marbled glory. The temple itself was like a shining light in the deep wood it seemed to be in itself trimmed with gold and jewels that shone in the light.

Of course, this was Hesperya favorite place to paint, for not many a person’s visited as deep as she did into the lovely temple. Sometimes she would bring her canvas, ink, and brush with her, almost seeming to draw inspiration from the statue of the goddess. Other times she would bring an offering for the goddess statue and then pack her own lunch almost like an odd picnic. She’d sit and chat with the statue as if life had been breathed into it. Of course, she would never ask “How was your day?” and in turn expected an answer. She just assumed that it would always be good and fruitful and that it would stay that way.

Her parents had their own little reason why they were in such a secluded area and why they barely had human contact. Magic users were not well accepted back then nor are they accepted today. In those times, magic users were seen as black and white: you were either on the side of the goddess, in which case they worshipped you enough to throw flowers in your pathway, or you had the intentions of bringing the Surface to ruin, the flowers being replaced by stones and the trajectory path they lead was completely changed. Hesperya’s parents were talented magic users and had only begun teaching Mahel a little of her own magic; unfortunately, they had not worked up an excellent reputation with their last human settlement and they feared that if others found out about their daughter, she would surely be patronized for being a “child of foul magic” and punished severely.

She was punished, alright.

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