The mark at the beginning of the MV (山崎) it’s “Yamazaki”. Yamazaki is a Japanese whiskey (price for 0.7l is over 92 £) or a samurai clan of Kawagoe (Kanto region). The Yamazaki line dates back to the 18th century. Their lands were granted by Tokugawa Ieyasu, the first shogun during the Edo period.
In 0:12 you can see Ko-omote (小面 ) masks. These masks come from the Nō Theater. Ko-omote depicts teen, a beautiful, noble-born virgin. Among the masks of young women is considered the most beautiful Mask Nō. Name means small (ko) and mask (omote). The word “little "in this case should be understood as youth, charm and charm.
The mask appears in 0:46 it’s Hannya (般若) - mask of the Nō Theater representing the jealous female demon (snake). It is also a word of significant wisdom and knowledge, but knowledge gained experience. Shows a woman who has become a demon through jealousy or obsession. The mask is demonic and dangerous, but also sad and tortured. Different shades represent status - white - woman came from aristocracy - red - the woman came from a poor family - dark red - real demon
Ghost masks have a very long Japanese tradition of devil masks, with which various beliefs and legends are associated. We can recognize them with round pupils (eyes of masks representing people are square), golden eyeballs, horns and protruding tusks. Sometimes they also have ears.
appears in a 0:49 Kokushikijo (黒 色 尉) - present the mask of the Noh
Theater and Kyogen (farce), the black mask, an elderly man
In 0:50 the instrument that you can see it’s Shamisen (三味 線).Tthis is a traditional Japanese instrument (its literal name in Japanese is "string of three flavors). You can see it again in 2:32
The Yongguk’s tattoo appearing at 1:05 is Oni (鬼) belonging to the Yōkai (妖怪) (demons). There are two kinds of them, some are terrifying monsters that feed on human flesh and threaten the world. Second kind of completely harmless, little devils, creatures. People believe that the Oni often are unconquerable and that they bring all sorts of catastrophes, but thanks to the help of Buddhist prayers they can be pardoned. It is also possible to get enlightenment.
In 1:41 you can see the mask of Jō-men / Okina (翁). This is the mask of the old man. Such masks occupy a special place among the masks of Theatre Nō. They have a solemn character. It is based on the conviction of the Japanese that old people, due to their imminent death, have the possibility of direct contact with the gods and spirits of the deceased. Such masks are long and have ears, sunken eyes, protruding cheekbones, pointed beard, mostly visible only upper teeth. The most characteristic is the implanted stubble and long white hair, which is in the middle of the head.
In 1:147 you can see the word ありがとう. This word means Arigatō (Thank you).
In 1:49 you can see 3 masks, Kokushikijo, Ko-omote and Okame mask (おかめ)- the figure of a smiling, fat woman, the goddess of "multiple happiness”. One of the many guardian deities, she is the caretaker of pregnant women andyoung couples. It also helps other people in many different life situations. He is to protect and bring happiness, hence the term “goddess of multiple happiness”. This goddess has a rather distinctive appearance, easily recognizable on different images. He has a white face with narrowed forehead. Her probably most characteristic feature is the very chubby cheeks. It also has small, small lips, often depicted as red-painted and narrow black eyes.
In 2:16 you can see another Hannya mask, the same mask appears again at 2:47
In 2:26 you can see that the girl in the background plays on koto. Koto (箏 or 琴) is a traditional Japanese string instrument, originated in China, and was brought to Japan from around the 7th to the 8th century. Initially, people played on Koto only at the imperial court. However, over the years, the instrument has become very popular.
In 3:03 you can see Sleepy from Untouchable, his face disappears for a moment behind Hannya’s mask.
In 3:05 you can
see the inscription 獨
立 (dokuritsu), this word means independence, where the sign 獨
(doku /toku) means loneliness, and 立 (ritsu) - stay
Hey all! Today I’m sharing a little bit of lore with the first entry into the Beast Codex. This will be a compendium of all lore relating to the obtainable Beasts in the game. Entries into the codex will be expanded upon over the life of the game, either through events or player involvement as Mythaura evolves.
For now, you can expect to see these entries on tumblr for the announced Beasts over the next few weeks. Here is the early codex entry for the Dragons, plus a little preview of the young base. Griffins will be next. Enjoy!
Description Dragons are large winged lizard-like beasts originating from the northern alpine region known as the Spine of Ere. Family groups of these Beasts prefer higher altitudes of the mountainous terrain where they can make their roosts in vast snowy glaciers or rocky cliff sides. They spend a great deal of time soaring above the earth, as such, a Dragon’s territory can cover great distances. They are well known for their storytelling and insightful nature, most Dragons find themselves as mentors, teachers or advisers in Abodes.
I tried to reblog your question @officious-seeing-eye-bitch with this answer and couldn’t, and I also can’t tag you! But I hope this is a little helpful.
tel abelas = “nothing sorry” or “not sorry” or “not sorrow” or maybe even “empty sorrow” - or “I’m not” when used as a response to “I’m sorry.”
banal abelas = “To the Void with your sorrow” or “Your sorrow is nothingness” or “Dark sorrow” or “(You were/are/I was) Never sorry” or “Blighted sorrow”
ROUGH AND UNCERTAIN. Yes. The difference between tel and banal:
The translation of tel as “nothing” comes from Ameridan in Jaws of Hakkon, the quest “Where Once We Walked.” Ameridan translates the name “Telanadas” as “nothing is inevitable.”*
*Note that this is is exactly the fan translation of Solas’ response to the nightmare demon in the Fade. “Banal nadas” was untranslated in the subtitles, and popularized in fandom before Hakkon came out as “nothing is inevitable.” The unconfirmed theory is that this new ancient Elvhen wording for “nothing is inevitable,” telanadas, was provided by the writers to course-correct the fan translation of Solas’ words in the Fade.
tel also appears as “nothing,” or as a confused concept of nothing, in the old bedtime song about Mythal which starts “Ir sa tel‘nal,” roughly translated by our in-game source as “I am empty, filled with nothing(?),” (sic) (ref DA:I Codex entry Torn Notebook in the Deep Roads, Section 3)
The translation of tel as “not” comes from Wisdom in the quest All New, Faded for Her. “Tel'abelas,” the spirit says to Solas, and the subtitles directly translate these words to “I’m not.” So clearly, you can see from just that that all of the translation of Wisdom’s words done in the subtitles should not be used to cipher the language. Notably Wisdom’s words are only translated in subtitles for an Elven Inquisitor, so we can assume her words are filtered through the Inquisitor’s broken understanding of the language.
What is displayed as Wisdom’s dialogue in translation is clearly an interpretation of Wisdom’s meaning, and not a direct representation of how each word she speaks translates into English. Her full subtitled dialogue is “I’m not. I’m happy. I’m me again.” from her spoken Elvhen “Tel’abelas. Enasal. Ir tel'him.”
Solas says: “Lethallin. Ir abelas.” ( “I’m sorry.” is what’s translated in an Elven Inquisitor’s subtitles.)
A one-to-one translation of Wisdom’s response would be: “Nothing’sorrow. Joyful relief/joy in triumph over loss. I become not/I become nothing.”
When a sad romanced Inquisitor responds to Solas saying “Ir abelas, vhenan” ( “I am sorrowful/sorry.) by saying “Tel abelas. If you care, give me the truth.” they could be saying so many things! Possible translations include:
“I’m not,” a standard conversational answer to ir abelas meaning you don’t feel the same as the person who feels sorrow.
“Not sorry” as in, I’m not sorry (sameish as above)
“Not sorry” as in, you’re not sorry, an accusation
“Not sorrow” as in, I reject that sorrow - I don’t want sorrow in our story
Or even, in this case, the meaning of “Tel abelas” in-context could be “Don’t apologize.”
“Nothing’sorrow,” sorrow is nothing (maybe meaning useless)
“Nothing’sorrow,” nothing to be sorry for (I doubt it’s this one lol)
:) Elvhen is a mess.
(Tel also appears a bunch of times in the song Where Willows Wail, but that is a discussion for another time.)
The Inquisitor flings “banal” at Solas a couple times if they’re angry. If they’re like, “Ma harel lasa,” and he’s like “Only by omission,” they’re like, “Ma lasa banal’ghilana!” to which he replies “What would you have had me say?” etc.
@slayerofkillabee made a great post about the banal’abelas banal’vhenan breakup option (since deactivated) here (link!).
I will now expand on this, keeping in mind that Elvhen is a not-language. :)
The word banal is translated three times in Dragon Age materials. It appears in other untranslated sentences, but we have three sort of solid-ish refs for what it might mean.
In the name of the Vir Banal’ras armor: “Most Dalish hunters follow the Vir Tanadhal, the “Way of Three Trees” that consists of three codes of wisdom to which they adhere. Seldom spoken of, however, is a fourth way: the Vir Banal'ras, the “Way of Shadow.” Assuming it when a debt of blood must be repaid, such hunters dedicate themselves to vengeance and nothing else. Thus were born the legends of Dalish assassins.” (emphasis mine)
Banalhan: A name for the Blight or its place of origin; the place of nothing. (World of Thedas Vol 1, presented as a vocabulary word)
(*deep heavy breathing* Okay so I have a lot of HCs about the place where the Blight comes from, what it’s name is (I think we have already been given this name in the game) and what its defining feature is, but I’m selfishly and foolishly withholding this HC to write it in as a reveal for a fic I’m writing. Doubtless someone else is going to come up with what I’ve worked out before me and post it and I’m going to just try and enjoy it when the devs confirm it lol and not be petty.)
But basically, banal is taken to mean “nothing” because of “banalh an” meaning “place of nothing,” but potentially this is a false equivalence of this phrase.
Banal could mean shadow/nothing/Void/Blight.
And banal means never, from that same old bedtime song about Mythal which says “Banal malas elgara,” translated by our in-game source as “Never yours the sun.” (sic) (ref DA:I Codex entry Torn Notebook in the Deep Roads, Section 3) (Let’s also note that ‘not having the sun’ and ‘being in shadow’ are pretty similar concepts, for fun.)
The context of banal in the Crestwood scene is:
“And I am sorry. I distracted you from your duty. It will never happen again.” “Wait. What? You bring me here, take the vallaslin from my face, and now you just end it?” “I’m sorry. I never wanted to hurt you.” amazing dialogue wheel option “YOUR LOSS, ASSHOLE.” = “Banal’abelas! Banal’vhenan!”
When an angry broken up Inquisitor responds to Solas saying “I never wanted to hurt you” by saying “Banal’abelas! Banal’vhenan!” with the intent of “your loss, asshole,” they could be saying wayyy too many things. Possible translations include:
“Nothingness sorrow! Nothingness heart!” (Either I or you feel no sorrow, either I or you have no heart.)
“Your sorrow is nothingness! Your heart is nothingness!”
“To the Void with your sorrow! To the Void with your heart!”
“Shadow sorrow! Shadow heart!”
“Dark sorrow! Dark heart!”
“(You were/I was) Never sorry! (I was) Never your heart!/We were never hearts!”
“The Blight is sorrow! You were never my home!”
“You were never sorrowful! The Blight is your home!”
“Blighted sorrow! Blighted heart!”
All with the overarching sentiment of “YOUR LOSS ASSHOLE” which honestly bless Lavellans who choose this option, I love you.
Of course translations of these phrases are not limited to just what I’ve posted here. But maybe this gets a little closer to clarifying how these two words could be diverging in general sentiment.
A/N: Don’t tell me your favourite characters, I will use them against you. Both @mercer-safehouse and @blueevileye made this mistake, however, as I was feeling merciful, I wrote fluff versus angst. Have at it.
“I swear to Hylia if you don’t keep breathing down my neck, I’ll pluck off all your feathers while you sleep.”
The target is across the river, a camp of Bokoblins and Moblins turning in for the night. The path between the Dueling Peaks isn’t especially dangerous but reaching Fort Hateno before the end of the week is paramount. Large numbers of enemies are marching upon it, and between Zelda’s quest to awaken her power, these kinds of distractions are not needed. Urbosa has already taken Zelda south through Faron, while Daruk and Link plan on crossing over Mable Ridge. In all this, you are saddled with Revali, as the two of you are nearly equals in aerial combat and his ability to create updrafts makes your archery skills even more of a boon. However, of all the regal birds in Hyrule, Revali is something of a parrot singing his own praises, disparaging others with his rapid fire tongue.
“You may be quick with threats, but I’ve yet to see you actually go through with them.” Revali sneers, the tips of his feathers tickling your arms. “It’s an easy shot, what’s got you so concerned?”
“Nothing. Now, quit bothering me and scout ahead, birdbrain.”
“Rude little Hylian.”
Revali takes a step back and you hear the wind whistle around him, carrying him high into the night sky and out of sight. The moonlight provides ample light, you pull back your arm and aim for the heads of the Bokoblins, they’ll go down the easiest. The first shot hits its mark, a burst of purple and black miasma singles the death of the vermin along with a high-pitch whine. The following three shots sink into skulls, but the fourth glides over a Moblin and strikes the rock of the mountain. At least you weren’t using Bomb Arrows, but close combat has never been a strong suit; the Moblins stir the rest of their allies and a trio of Lizalfos slither out from behind a line of crates. You clumsily notch an arrow as they take to the water, running backwards onto the path. The arrows spears one through the chest, but it clamours on after you, flicking out its tongue and knocking the bow from your hands.
You yank the broadsword from your belt, reaching awkwardly for your shield before the tongue wraps around your legs. Instinct forces your sword up, blocking the Lizal Boomerangs as they crash down over you. A Moblin arrow meant for you instead takes out one of your attackers, setting a Lizalfos on fire and driving it towards the river. It doesn’t make, exploding in a puff of empurpling darkness. It’s enough of a distraction, you throw yourself up and knock a Lizalfos back, slashing once – twice – three times before it falls over. A Fire Arrows burns over your shoulder, eating through your tunic with a hiss. The last Lizalfos jumps from side to side, you finally grab your shield and meets its awkward gaze. Its mouth opens, you dodge the flick of its tongue and drive it back, jamming the broadsword deep into its abdomen, using it as a shield. The Fire Arrow sears its flesh, its claws scotch your arms like tempered blades; you fight the wave of nausea that rolls over you long enough to pull out and duck behind the other mountain. You can’t go back for the Falcon Bow, not with the threat of Fire Arrows – the Lizal Bow will have to do. You’ve still got a bundle of Bomb Arrows from Beedle, hopefully the Moblins go down fast and you can regroup with Revali. Speaking of which –
“Having trouble, Hylian?”
You don’t even see the arrows fly, just the simultaneous thuds of the Moblins dropping onto the ground. Revali glides down with a self-satisfied grin.
“Shall I collect the materials or would you like the honour?”
You chuck a Lizalfos Tail at his head, growling when he dodges and chuckles.
“I suppose I’ll have to do it. The way towards the stable is clear, by the way. You’re welcome.”
“Go suck an egg.”
Not many people have seen Rito apparently, so the staff crowd Revali as he perches on the bed fixing his precious bow. He’s regaling them with some tale of his amazing feats, drinking in the attention a preening like a songbird. You’re sitting on the floor a few feet away against the mattress of your bed, trying to avoid everyone’s eyes as you apply aloe to your burns.
You should’ve gone with Daruk. Link has so much more patience with Revali, won’t give in to the Rito’s quips and infuriatingly engaging tone. Revali has the voice of someone begging for backtalk, he seemingly always has something to say and it’s always the final word. At least Daruk would keep second guessing your abilities, the playful rivalry is fine but the nagging…
“Are you alright? You’ve been awfully quiet over there.”
“Just fine, thanks.”
“You’re sure? I was just about to tell them how we took down that Lynel in the North Tabantha Snowfield –”
“We didn’t. You did. Don’t feign modesty on my account.”
The stable goes silent, a mattress creaks and then Revali pushes through the assembly of eager listeners, leaning over to look at you.
“You’re injured? Sorry, dears, but my companion needs me.” Revali raises an eyebrow as the listeners look awkwardly between them. “Go on, shoo.”
“I don’t need you.” You protest as everyone turns away, flinching when Revali lifts your leg up and examines a burn curled around your ankle.
“You do realize a Lizalfos’s tongue is coated in a highly active acid, right?”
“…have at it, clearly you know best.” You slid the canister of burn gel over and fold your arms over your chest, refusing to meet his emerald gaze. He pulls up your pant leg with a soft sigh, dipping his feathers into the gel and gently applying it against your skin. You hiss at the initial contact, chewing your bottom lip as the burn stings. Revali pulls a roll of bandages from his pack and takes his time wrapping your ankle, tying the first knot tightly.
“Not that I mind your vitriol,” Revali says. “It’s charming, in its own strange way, but you seem…off.”
He ties the second knot tighter, leaning forward with a frown.
“Don’t lie to me, (Y/N).”
“I’m not, you’re just reading into things. Stop being so nosy, damnit.”
Revali stands up, wiping his feathers on a nearby blanket, and then digs into his pack for section of coiled rope. He grabs the cuff of your shift and hauls you onto your feet, tying the rope around your waist and proceeding to drag you outside.
“What are you doing? Quit pulling me, I’m not a dog.”
“Of course you aren’t,” Revali rolls his eyes. “Just frustratingly stubborn. Please don’t squirm, I’d rather avoid dropping you.” He ties the other end of the rope around his waist, creates and updraft, and suddenly you are far above the ground. The stable staff runs out to watch, cupping their hands around their eyes as if to see you better, but Revali keeps going higher and higher until the thin grey mist of clouds obscures you both. The moon, big and bright and far too close, seems to leer at you.
“What is your problem?!”
“I’ve been nothing but charitable.” Revali sniffs. “You’re the one being difficult.”
“Says the asshole whose flown hundreds of feet in the air with only a flimsy length of rope to keep the flightless one from falling to their death.”
“This is Sheikah-brand rope. It won’t snap and you won’t fall.”
“Then what in Hylia’s name is this supposed to be?”
Revali looks down at you, the moonlight does weird things with his face, making it seem infinitely more handsome than usual. His navy-blue feather shimmer like dark sapphires while the white edges glow like pearls.
“This is getting your full attention.”
“I’m being serious, (Y/N). You’ve been distracted and I’d like to know why.”
You look down at the surroundings forests, smaller mountain ranges, as if hoping to see any of the others close by. Revali waits, the updraft swirling strongly, breezing between your clothes and skin.
“Can we continue this on the ground, it’s cold up here.”
“I’m serious, I’m not dressed for this and I really don’t need them gawking at us.”
A fire’s been lit, the stable staff are carrying torches and walking around for a better look. Revali relents with another roll of his eyes, gliding away from the updraft and carefully bringing both of you back onto the ground. The two of you ignore the questioning gazes and return inside, reclaiming your belongings and choosing beds beside each other. Revali bends and returns your bow with a quiet nod, though before you can grab it, he pulls away and begins examining the wood. Frowning, you watch his feathers fall into the scratches and grooves, he clicks his tongue and pulls out a small container of lacquer.
“You talk.” He instructs, turning the bow over. “Honestly, this is a mess.”
“We can’t all be perfectionists, Revali.”
“It has nothing to do with being a perfectionist, but it has everything to do with being a professional. Stop deflecting.”
He shoots a glare your way before lacquering up your bow, switching his gaze between your face and his work.
“I don’t know where to start.”
“Try the beginning.” He replies dryly.
“Well, my mother loved my father an awful lot, so one night they decided –”
“Too far back. Try again.” He sighs. “Cheeky brat.”
You lean against the wall, the pillow cushioning you from behind, and sigh. Part of the worry originates with Zelda. The kingdom whispers of the princess of failure, no matter how the King ensures his people that everything is being done to stop Calamity Ganon. She’s visited the Springs of Power and Courage with no results, and as her seventeenth birthday looms, the Spring of Wisdom will finally be open to her but…
Link has the Master Sword. He is the Hero of Legend whether he likes it or not. The Divine Beasts have been mastered by their respective Champions. The Guardians have been deployed and are controllable but…
“I have my doubts about this whole thing. If it’s worth it.”
“We all do.” Revali admits. “Some of us are better at hiding it.” He looks up, a strange sense of sincerely floods his expression.
“The great Rito warrior has doubts? Will wonders ever cease…”
“I’m not well-liked at home, I’ll have you know.”
Revali nods, adjusting his position so he’s more on the bed. The smell of lacquer fills your nostrils, but it’s different from what you’re used to. The Rito are master archers but wind will carry any scent, so the lacquer they produced to keep their bows strong is scentless, for the most part; you can’t help but think of freshly fallen snow.
“Though I am their best, I suppose my bravado is, at times –”
“Overbearing? Frustrating? Annoying?”
“Excuse me but I was talking.” Revali scolds, reaching out and ruffling your hair. “I am bit much, aren’t I? Their loss. Anyway, being the best and not appreciated does bother me. But what bothers me more is failure, that this whole ordeal will prove fruitless…that I will be nothing more than a memory.”
He scoffs, placing the bow on the ground with a yawn.
“Or worse yet, that my people will forget me entirely. Could you imagine? Nothing more than a name the elders would remember in passing.”
“I don’t think anyone could forget you, Revali.”
“I’m touched.” He moves one wing against his chest. “Now you.”
“Am I…good enough?”
Revali’s eyes widen, he opens his mouth for a retort or maybe a gentle barb, but can’t muster up the strength to speak. This would be opportunity enough for you to make jabs at him, call him out for all his bullshit bravado and ego. But you can’t.
“Link and the princess already represent the Hylian people, Princess Zelda has also great knowledge of the Sheikah technology so…is there even a point to my being here? You’re the master archer, I don’t… I shouldn’t.”
“You are absolutely worth it.”
You look up, not realizing your gaze had fallen to the ground, and Revali leans in earnestly.
“You absolutely have a purpose here. Who else can stomach Daruk’s cooking? I certainly can’t, and you have consistently talked him out of using rocks.”
“Need I remind you that Mipha is an unabashedly adorable introvert? Beyond Link and the princess, you got her talking to the rest of us.”
“Well, I –”
“And another thing.” Revali says coyly. “You have sparred with Urbosa, a trained Gerudo warrior, and have not died.”
“She’s never going to want to kill me, you goof.”
“You never know.” Revali shrugs. “Furthermore, you’ve put up with me pretty well despite my…”
“Overwhelming ego? Annoying and frustrating sense of pride? Your unabashed need to critique everyone?”
“My, my. I’d say that bothered you some, songbird.” Revali freezes, you can practically hear the realization hit him square in the face. “Have I…contributed to your doubt?”
The flat look on your face serves as an ample enough answer.
“…you could have mentioned this sooner.” Revali mumbles.
“I thought I was being pretty damn obvious. I’m always in a bad mood after I talk to you.”
“I thought I’d tired you out.”
“Oh.” The Rito casts a look around the stable, anyone staring immediately turns away.
“Look. I’m not mad at you, not really. Our personalities clash, that’s fine, but if you could just tone it down a bit, you can continue teasing me. But nicely!”
Revali swings his head around with an unreadable expression, he folds his arms over his chest and sighs deeply through his nose. After a moment, he stands up and comes to sit on your bed, eyeing the bandage he tied around your ankle.
“I still need to apologize. If I’m going to be remembered at all, I want to be remembered well.” “OK…?”
“So, I’m sorry.” He bows his head. “You hairless wrinkly monkey.”
i basically screamed to doodleladle in the dead of the night about this but ok ive been thinking abt the concept where link was born the centennial gerudo male and i just went on a tangent there so Here is the Full Spiel
everyone’s pretty accustomed to the legend by now– there will be an unfortunate interval where darkness will seize Hyrule and a Hero will rise to aid the Princess and her people to combat the evil plaguing their world. ofc everyone’s anticipating their Chosen Hero to be Hylian like the old legends/incarnations, and everyone is patient in waiting for him to show
little did they know the century’s Gerudo boy would be the Link of their era and this sparks controversy throughout Hyrule bc there lingers the stigma of Ganon being born the Gerudo male in some of the legends (OOT, TP, etc) so everyone’s skeptical.
ofc with being born the Gerudo male, Link has to balance his destiny as being the Gerudos’ king or being the Hero of Courage on top of people’s confusion and disbelief.
ppl also start to be skeptical of the Legend like hey wtf the fuck’s going on anymore, if Ganon’s not going to be reincarnated as the Gerudo male than what else Is There.
as for the Princess in this era, she lowkey feels a little betrayed by the Legend but as the holder of Wisdom she knows better to be patient and provide insight to the Hylian people abt the situation, telling them to not jump the gun and assign assumption like that and give Link the chance
but the Princess is guilty for feeling like the legend betrayed them, and it’s like. it’s not like this Link chose to be born the Gerudo King as he was born a simple Hylian boy all the times before
Zelda ends up getting fed up w/ her own kingdom being fussy and outraged over the twist of fate. she visits him and tells Link her own words of Wisdom of “hey man. don’t let others dictate your ambitions. it doesn’t matter what side u choose to fight for, that i wont stop you. if u wanna fight for Hyrule, I’ll support you. if u want to fight for ur sisters, i’ll do the same. if u wanna fight for urself, the same goes but whatever it is, don’t let ur status as either the Hero or as the selected Gerudo male define you. “i’ve lived in subordination for most of my life because of this, groomed to be the ideal Princess, holder of Wisdom. the legend has defined most of my life but I don’t want it to define yours. live how you want. not how others want you to. find liberty in the opportunities presented to you.” and Zelda just scurries off bc its Really Late and ppl are gonna shit bricks if they find the princess is missing from her quarters
as for Ganon, the mindfuck would be that the Demon King was actually assuming the form of a Hylian in disguise or smth to just. keep fucking with everyone’s conceptions abt the legend
angelcandices No words needed to explain what a legend you are jerome! I’m So lucky to call you my friend, you have been there for many of my ups and downs and always kept me smiling. Looking through my photos at the many epic journeys and fun times we’ve had and laughing 😌What speaks louder than words is how many people adore you, what would we do without your energy, positivity, simplicity and wisdom 🤷🏼♀️ thank you for freely sharing it😉I know sometimes it looks like I’m not listening but I am mushroom man. Lol. happy birthday to you my friend. @jeromeduran
This brief exchange between Aang and Yangchen twists a little knife in my heart every single time I watch it, so I thought I would give a brief rundown why (it also solidified a couple of my headcanons, so I’ve included that stuff, as well).
A/N: I’m on a roll! This weekend has been super productive :3 I’m also reblogging the previous chapter, who fell victim to the tag crash of a few weeks ago and never showed up on the Zelink one :P
Second day of waxing crescent of the first month. Winter.
Today I announced my betrothal.
And, to my surprise, there was barely any objection. Quite the opposite, actually.
There was a roar of thunderous applause once I mentioned Link’s name.
The affair, in the end, was quite simple: I spoke to the public to inform the event, introduced my betrothed - a very unfamiliar face to the whole of Hyrule - to the people, and informed the wedding date would comply with Hyrule’s royal wedding traditions.
That is, I have to be married within three moons - a strange measure designed, in my opinion, to avoid having any doubts on the legitimacy of the firstborn - which seems very far in numbers, but soon in actual time.
And considering we have little time, and a royal wedding is an expensive affair, I have decided to be as austere as possible: a fancy dress I shall only wear once is useless, so I will repurpose the one I wore at my crowning - maybe add some embroidery or something similar.
Naima and Amina were shocked to hear that. They explained that Gerudo brides wear beautiful, ornate dresses, with jewelry that is handed down from mothers to daughters. Both convinced me to take the dress and bring it to the seamstress that made their wedding gowns.
‘If you are reusing your dress, at least make it fabulous!’, were Naima’s words.
I know they will come up with something truly stunning - the Gerudo always wear very elegant clothes for what I have seen in the Stone Oasis and from the ones traveling here.
Which reminds me it is about time I go oversee the progress on the route between the desert and the rest of the regions. I might schedule it to be in a couple of weeks, or sooner, depending on the weather.
The one leaving next week is Link. He is to go to Snowpeak to supervise the finishing works. I hope I shall not miss him as intensely as before - he leaves for five days only, not six weeks.
Someone is knocking at the door. I shall keep on writing later.
P.S.: I just got back from quite an escapade.
The ones at the door were none other than Ashei and Naima. The former looked actually upset, and nervous.
‘Ashei, you tell her’, Naima started.
‘No, you tell her’, Ashei elbowed her.
A very mature kind of dialogue indeed.
I took them inside, and asked about the subject matter - it should be something relevant enough to come in the evening, right before I go to bed.
And it was: ‘I think I could be pregnant. I haven’t got my monthlies in a fortnight’.
My face should have been of such surprise, Naima started laughing.
‘Oh, no’, Ashei gasped, ‘Naima made the same face before, what am I gonna do?’
‘But why do you come to me?’, I asked.
‘You are the smart one!’, both said in unison.
The smart one! Can you believe it? As if the Triforce of Wisdom was any guarantee - If they read this diary, and/or knew of some things I have done (specially involving a certain someone), they might have a slightly different opinion of me.
‘Actually’, Ashei added, 'I can trust you with this. Link would probably panic, then run to you. We’re not besties, but I really appreciate you’.
I was moved by her words - Ashei is a “tough cookie”, like Link says. So, her opening to me is no small deal. So I was compelled to help her as much as possible.
We discarded Dr. Borville and Shaman Renado on first thought, the former for being mistrusted in general, the latter for being part of our inner circle, although is absolutely trustworthy.
'Renado has a daughter, doesn’t he?’, Naima asked.
'Luda’, Ashei answered, 'but I don’t know if she has enough skills yet’.
'Ilia!’, her name came to me fast as lightning, 'She is Renado’s apprentice, and Link told me she helped deliver babies in Ordon before that!’
'That tiny girl?!’, Naima was shocked, 'I feel so much more respect for her now’.
'Her mother was a midwife, as far as I know’.
I told them to meet me in half an hour at Telma’s. I put on simple clothes and cloak, left a note through the mirror door for Link, and sneaked out to meet them.
I found Telma talking to Ilia at the bar, both really merry. When they saw us, Telma just winked and pointed to the private room, both joining me on the way.
‘Ashei told Telma and I the situation’, Ilia whispered. ‘We were waiting for you’.
Once in the private room, completely closed for obvious reasons, Ilia asked Ashei some questions and examined her: she palpated her belly, and used a stethoscope to check for another heartbeat.
‘If you are actually with child, you should be over two moons’, she explained. ‘I should be able to listen to the heartbeat, but there is none, and your lower belly isn’t hard to the touch… you also have none of the general symptoms, besides missing your period’.
‘What the heck do you mean?’, Ashei asked nervous.
‘You’re not preggers, girl’. Ilia was unequivocally conclusive. ‘Your blood didn’t come because of physical exertion, stress, or other worries’.
She handed Ashei a small bottle with a translucent, lilac color liquid. ‘This is will help you be regular again. It’s just a herbal extract made with artemisia, sage and lavender. Drink a sip every morning for a week’.
‘What if it doesn’t work?’, she asked again, less worried.
‘It will’, Ilia assured her, ‘it’s made with the best of Ordon’s herbs’.
‘If it’s as good as your moonshine, then it will’, Ashei chuckled, going back to her usual self.
I enquired Ilia about the extract, for I have been always irregular, and feel sick or tired during those days. But my words, accidentally, gave something away.
‘Not every woman has perfectly regular cycles, and that’s alright. You just have to observe the changes on your body, and you’ll have a clearer idea on how long your cycles are’, she commented, ‘But…why are you worried on being… Oh, Goddesses’, and her eyes widened. ‘You did the do!’
My face was probably redder than Telma and Naima’s hair combined. All their eyes turned to me.
‘You pretty scamp!’, Ashei yelled, eyes full of laugh. 'look what you were hiding!’
'That is none of your business’, Telma scolded her, and held my shoulders, 'just Zelda's’.
'I know, I know’, she admitted, 'but it means you made really good use of the mirror door’.
Now, that was a surprise. I turned ever redder.
’I discovered it’, Ashei cleared out, ‘Auru considered it would be useful for your safety; I thought otherwise - it would be better for a little mischief. Your secret is safe with me, anyway. You are our ruler, but we all know some people will use anything to discredit you’.
'In our lands, people don’t criticize others so easily’, Naima commented, patting my head. 'We don’t forget our leaders are beings with flaws’ .
'My lips are sealed’, Ilia added, with a wink, 'We all know you both are sensible people - nothing is wrong if you love each other’.
After they saw me more calmed, we had a complicit pint and left for the castle.
'We are a good team, for sure!’, Naima bragged, 'like a sisterhood of sorts’.
As strange as it seemed, she was right. I feel like we banded together, either to support Ashei or cover up my sexcapades (Ashei’s word, not mine) through the mirror door. I wish my father’s goddaughter would know them. She is the sweetest girl, she loves insects and her knowledge about them is vast. I haven’t seen her in a while - I am the most ungrateful friend in the land!
Despite the merry conversation, a doubt buzzed in my head.
‘Ashei, were you telling Shad about this?’, I asked worried.
‘Yup, but after seeing a medic’, She answered, really serene. ‘It was not about having kiddos, actually, but more of the things involved’.
‘What do you mean with that, sister?’, Naima was quizzed.
‘Shad would have probably proposed to me immediately’, she affirmed, ‘But I’m not ready for that… I pretty much don’t believe in marriage - no offense, Zelda, Naima’.
Who would get offended? Her point is completely valid.
'We’re happy just as we are, we don’t need rings or other things to prove we love each other’ - she blushed - 'Goddesses know how much I love that nerd’.
Her words rang true, and I feel them deeply. Maybe I would do the same if I did not have a title; if I were just Zelda, free from all - the crown, the Triforce of Wisdom, you name it.
Considering all the events of this evening, perhaps I shall dream of being an Ordonian wildflower tonight, in love with a handsome wrangler.
I better get some sleep - I am already rambling nonsense. I peeped through the mirror door, and my darling is sleeping all bundled up. I did not had the heart to get closer, or wake him up.
K is for Kitsune: Kitsune (狐?, IPA: [kitsɯne]) is the Japanese word for fox. Foxes are a common subject of Japanese folklore; in English, kitsune refers to them in this context. Stories depict them as intelligent beings and as possessing magical abilities that increase with their age and wisdom. According to Yōkai folklore, all foxes have the ability to shape shift into women. While some folktales speak of kitsune employing this ability to trick others—as foxes in folklore often do—other stories portray them as faithful guardians, friends, lovers, and wives.Foxes and human beings lived close together in ancient Japan; this companionship gave rise to legends about the creatures. Kitsune have become closely associated with Inari, a Shinto kami or spirit, and serve as its messengers. This role has reinforced the fox’s supernatural significance. The more tails a kitsune has—they may have as many as nine—the older, wiser, and more powerful it is. Because of their potential power and influence, some people make offerings to them as to a deity.Conversely foxes were often seen as “witch animals”, especially during the superstitious Edo period (1603–1867), and were goblins who could not be trusted (similar to some badgers and cats).