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alkturos · 1 year
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You
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i know who you are
i didn't at first
but then i saw Her eyes
in Yours
when they smiled
i know who you are
but I don't think you
want me to recognize You
behind that disguise
i know who you are
but i see you sometimes grow
weary of being Him
being Him keeps You safe
i know who you are
and i know you're tired
i am too
but at least i know that
around me
you let Him rest
and you allow me
a glimpse of You again
Happy Valentine's Day everyone, and especially to @youwouldntbelievehowigothere who I was matched with for @zelinkcommunity 's Loftwing Letters event! Also a good double post for @zelinktines23 day 5: Secret! I hope you like it 🥹 I also apologise that I'm a little late 😭 Real life almost got in the way of OOT Zelink but I won in the end 😂
I loved how thorough and detailed you were with the description of what you would like for this event, and all your ideas are awesome for fanfic! It would've taken me even longer to actually write a fanfic but I hope you enjoy the little sketches and poem! I did what I could given the little time I had, Happy Valentine's Day again! 🥰
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chimpukampu · 1 year
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Barbarian Link
This is from a switcharound collab art made by these awesome artists!
Sketch - @alkturos
Lineart - @pastelsandpining
Colouring - @bellecream
Shading - @keikbird
Background - me
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zelinktines24 · 1 year
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Zelinktines 2023 — Master post
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A big 'thank you' to everyone who participated in zelinktines 2023! 💕 A fandom event without the people who bring it to life by creating cool things is pretty boring, so Kudos to all the amazing creatives below! Please check out their work and blogs.
Lips - Chicken by @michpat6
Silk - Always her by @zelzenik; Silk&Leather by @aurathian; Silk and Moonlight by @cooking-with-hailstones with art by @bahbahhh
Leather — Silk&Leather - by @aurathian
Secret - The Secret of my Heart by @linktheacehero; You by @alkturos
Oh, no! - Desire Path by @bahbahhh
Stable - Stable by @theclam-beforethestorm
Mask - Art by @sciencelings-arts ; Art, art, and fic by @linktheacehero and @aheavenscorner
Warmth - The Promise, chapter 3 (E-rated) by @zeldaelmo ; did she know? by @greyennui ; we dance when the heart remembers by @anretoga
Dimple - no small thing by @greyennui
Pet - Art by @deiliamedlini
Sugar - Sugar by @silentprincess17 ; Sweet Talk by @ladyhoneydee
Quirk - One little scare ought to do you some good by @louwhose
Magical - Magical by @zeldaelmo ; Magical by @theclam-beforethestorm
Pictures - Art by @linktheacehero; Art by @hazethestrange
Is that a yes? - Is that a yes? (E-rated) by @cooking-with-hailstones
Fruits - forgive me, I love you by @eissibee
It's been a while - coming to her senses by @mistresslrigtar
Nervous - Nervous by @flutefemme
Meet cute - Meet cute by @louwhose
Meet weird - A chance encounter at the blood clinic by @cooking-with-hailstones; I met you in a closet by @the-knightmare; Meet Weird by @theclam-beforethestorm
Matchmaker - Matchmaker by @braidymaidy
Formal Wear - Art by @aquaticpal
Butterfly Kisses — A new Tradition by @mistresslrigtar
Anonymous — Reading between the lines by @louwhose
Getaway — Getaway by @theclam-beforethestorm
Don't forget that you can add your fics and art to the collection on Ao3:
My thanks go also to @aquaticpal, @itcantbe, and @deiliamedlini for fighting stubborn docs and other inconveniences with (and for) me.
If I've forgotten an entry (totally possible, this was a lot), send me a message @zeldaelmo and I'll add you.
I will also add late entries as they come, so don't be shy to tag @zelinktines23 even if it's June or Christmas.
💕💕💕
Psst... Wanna know a prompt for 2024 already? It's... 'the worst pick-up line'!
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obsidiangst · 1 year
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Hestu's Gift Exchange 2022: Wrap-Up Pt. 1
Hestu's Gift Exchange is Zelink Hype Squad's annual gift exchange during the holidays to celebrate our mutual love for blonde elves (or hydromelons in one case). As such, here's a wrap-up of the gifts that have been completed (or partially completed) thus far!
benediction - from @hyperphonic to @samrezi
Cross Stitch - from @keithebrainrot to @alkturos
"go nuts" - from @aquaticpal to @itcantbe
Thunderstruck - from @softpromise to @keithebrainrot
Autum's Spiced Ale; Winter's Morning Frost - from (me) to @bellecream
(untitled) - from @keikbird to @chimpukampu
What Once Rang Hollow - from @linksthoughtbrambles to @hyperphonic
(untitled) - from @between-star to @keikbird
Fragmentation - from @1up-girl to @kokorokai
"secret tryst" - from @chimpukampu to @novantinuum
"A meeting in the afterlife" - from @novantinuum to @linksthoughtbrambles
(untitled) - from @kokorokai to @between-star
There are a handful more people who are still working on their gifts, so I'll have to make an addition to this post later, but if you guys would like to participate in the 2023 go around or just come and hang out with a bunch of awesome folks who love creating the Blonde Bitches content, come and hang out with us in Zelink Hype Squad (+18 only)! (We'll be having a watch party for the Direct tomorrow, so now's a great time to jump in!!)
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pastelsandpining · 1 year
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it’s gonna be (mer)may
little mermaid au with beloved @alkturos 👀👀👀
there’s gonna be more art like this if i ever finish them
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ladyhoneydee · 1 year
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Skin Care
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Link and Zelda spend a loving Valentine's Day night in after a long workday, complete with a lot of tender touching.
This fic is for the wonderful and magnificent Alkturos, as part of the Loftwing Letters event held by the zelinkcommunity discord server!
Read it on AO3, FFN, or under the cut!
“Hold still, alright? This may feel a little funny at first,” Link whispers. 
“I know how this goes, silly. It’s not like this is our first time.” Zelda twines her fingers into her partner’s hair absentmindedly, and closes her eyes. Waits for his touch. 
“Yeah, but it’s our first time doing this to each other, rather than just doing it ourselves in the same space. I just…don’t want to mess up.”
She laughs, endeared, and opens her eyes to give him a comforting smile. “You won’t mess up. Worst case scenario, we’ll just make a mess, and we’ll have to clean it up later.”
Link bites his lip, and Zelda’s eyes are drawn to the crescent moon indent his teeth leave in winter-chapped pink. She’ll do something with that mouth later—if he wants, of course. “Okay, I’m going in, then…!”
She feels him crouch closer over her body, and then: the first tentative touch. Cool and sweet and gentle. Sticky, but that’s to be expected. “That’s good,” she encourages, and feels his movements become more confident.
“How is it?” he asks. She smiles. He’s ever the conscientious lover. 
“Best Valentine’s Day idea ever,” she hums. “ So glad we decided to stay in and—oohh—” 
The place he caresses in that moment brings more blissful relief than any touch prior, and if her eyes weren’t closed she swears they might roll back in her head a little.
“Ahh, and do skincare. Honestly, we do our routines together every night, why haven’t we thought of doing it for each other before?”
Link’s fingers, coated in The Potion Shop’s newest enzyme exfoliator, continue to rub obligingly at the point where her jaw meets her temples. “You’ve got a lot of tension here,” he says disapprovingly. “They’re working you too hard again.”
She can hardly argue. With it being election season, half of the actual work in the mayoral office has been shoved squarely on her shoulders while her boss gets to frolic around campaigning. It’ll be me someday , she swears, not for the first time. Then she unclenches her fist and reminds herself: Link. Here. Now. Be in this moment, Zelda. 
This moment is absolutely stupendous. She’s heard of a ‘lavender haze’ before—a lovey-dovey, honeymoon delirium. Right now, she’s floating in a papaya haze; the scent of the exfoliator perfumes her senses even more with her eyes closed like this. Link’s hands worship her skin intimately, tracing carefully below her lower eyelids, working the gel across the expanses of her cheeks and forehead with loving care. The massage soothes the delicate muscles with just the right amount of pressure. 
After a few minutes, the indulgence of this little facial still hasn’t ceased, and Zelda realizes that Link would just keep touching her this soothingly forever if she—or a hand cramp—doesn’t stop him sooner. She opens her eyes a crack and taps at his wrist.
He stops immediately, hands lingering against her cheekbones. “Something wrong?”
“Yes.” His eyes widen in concern, but narrow into a half-moon smile when she continues. “I haven’t gotten to ease you yet.”
They trade positions. Link lies on their bed against the towel-covered pillows, and she straddles his thighs for better access to his face. He settles back and closes his eyes, but they blink open again after a moment. She cocks her head at his furrowed brow, and then laughs when he holds up his hands—still coated in papaya-enzyme gel—with a pout. One hand towel later, he’s decently clean and nods his readiness. 
“You still want the—” Zelda turns the surprisingly hefty little glass container around in her hand to reread the label. “—Dangoro Charcoal Mask?”
Link nods enthusiastically. “I want to try it out! And my t-zone has been really oily lately.”
“I’m aware,” Zelda teases, and Link makes a face at her. “Okay, going in!” 
She and Link both cleansed their skin with their preferred products—jelly cleanser for her, to remove her office-appropriate makeup, and micellar water for him—prior to this mask stage, so none of the aforementioned oils are present on his skin when she reaches out for a hesitant first touch. It’s odd; she and Link have been intimate many, many times, in both sexual and non-sexual contexts, but it’s still new and almost a little scary to purposefully handle his face. It takes a few more strokes of grey-black goo across his forehead for her to get in a groove, but once she does, she finds herself enjoying herself immensely. 
She paints large swathes of charcoal over his cheeks and forehead, massaging as she goes, and the mask blooms in loose swirls across his skin. She traces wide dark circles around his eyes, which he keeps peeking open to watch her instead of remaining closed. Every flash of steel blue is a thrill, even as she teases that he can’t keep his eyes off of her. The first time she goes around an eyebrow, she accidentally plasters the upper hairs with goo, and they both giggle. The second brow, she messes up on purpose, just to hear him laugh again. 
It’s all the childish joy of fingerpainting, combined with the adult desire to love, serve, and admire. She wants to touch as much of him as she can, for her own selfish sake. She wants to melt away all the worries he carries under his skin, for his. 
Eventually, she surrenders to the demands of the mask; it has to sit still to dry well and perform its purifying duty. With nothing to do now but wait, Zelda suggests that they finish off the chocolate-covered strawberries Link made earlier. They munch happily next to the bouquet she surprised him with after work, and chat about the video game they’ve been playing through together. 
When the alarm goes off, marking twenty minutes since Link finished applying her mask, they trundle back to the bathroom. He perches on the closed toilet lid while she rinses off the half-dried papaya goo, and when she goes to towel off, he rises and gently takes the soft cloth out of her hands. 
“Let me take care of you,” he murmurs, as the towel glides over the planes of her face. 
“I think you do enough of that already.” She can’t keep a smile off her face at his words. 
“You, too. We take care of each other.”
“That we do.” She proves it when his own alarm goes off a couple minutes later, and she dries his face in turn. Little flecks of product Link missed in the rinsing come off on the clean towel, but it should wash out alright. 
“I’m really happy we did this instead of going out,” Link admits, as they scavenge through a drawer for their nightly moisturizers. She finds his tried-and-true—The Potion Shop’s Water of Life—first and passes it over, just as he comes across some of her usuals. “Guardian Retinol Potion, or Heart Quenching Potion?” he asks.
“Mm, Heart Potion.” She snags the frosted red glass bottle and twists open the cap. “It is Valentine’s Day, after all. And also—I had a really good time staying in too, Link. Maybe we should make this an annual tradition,” she jokes. 
“Want me all to yourself, do you?” He throws her a teasing glance in the mirror. 
She finishes patting the moisturizer under her eyes before giving him an over-the-top smarmy smile. “Obviously.” 
“Can I do one more thing?” Link meets her gaze in the mirror again. It’s ironic that he works as a vet tech when he has such effective puppy-dog eyes.
“‘Course you can.”
Link plucks a tin of lip balm from their skincare drawer and untwists the lid. The scent of honey wafts into the air. A swirl of his finger into the product, and then he traces her lips again and again, massaging with a focused, softly desirous look in his eyes that makes her a little weak-kneed. By the time he finishes, her lips are soft, warm from his touch, and rather excessively doused in balm. 
“Can I do one more thing too?” Zelda asks, cupping his chin. She swipes her thumb across his own lips slowly, ardently. After all, she had wanted to do something with them back at the start of all this. Link nods twice, a galaxy in his eyes. 
Her mouth meets his in a deep, loving kiss: a wordless thank-you for the care they show one another, the intimacy of this night they shared, the pleasure she feels just from being around him. He returns it with absolutely spine-melting passion. By the time she pulls away, his lips have been thoroughly coated in lip balm as well.
“Now that’s the proper amount of product to use,” she says breathlessly. “We’ll have to put it on this way every time, just to be sure.”
“Maybe you should show me again,” Link suggests, innocently. Too innocently. “Just to be sure.”
She smirks, and takes him by the hand. “Bedroom.”
“Bedroom!”
The night is still young, after all.
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manxden · 1 year
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I know it's been way, waaaay too long since I released some writing, but BAM, here we go! @alkturos the art wizard and I are on the same discord and we're part of a gift exchange. Alkie was my secret gift guppy this year, so here we go, Modern-Hyrule AU goodness with a healthy dose of Zelink! Grow strong on these nibbles, you sweet Sidon-simp! >U<;!! Summary: Zelda is nearing her wit's end as she prepares for the coronation in modern Hyrule. Her dearest friend and grandmother has sent her for relaxation therapy to help handle the stress, but it's a delicate balance to find someone to work out the knots in her shoulders without adding the stress of being a princess in the conversation. Note: The current rating for the fic is M for mature, and may change rating. FairWarningHmmmmmkay.
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(preview for chap 1)
For the third time in just as many minutes, Link blew the corner of his bangs up out of his face.  His eyes were focused on the curve of her spine and how her flesh was dimpling under his thumbs; the sweat had threaded a line down over his brow, clinging in an increasing droplet that he just couldn’t let fall for professional pride. The sudden shift of his weight pushed a breath of surprise from her when he brushed his forehead against his shoulder - he could feel her sides flex to bear the small heave. 
When he straightened, he began to pull and slide the sides of his thumbs soothingly into the depth of the firm muscles hidden under her softness. The modesty-towel he had draped over the line of her backside had begun to shift under the course of the massage, but for the moment Link ignored the migration, working along the small of her back, towards her strongest vertebrae.
Sometimes in the lighter moments of their increasingly cozy sessions Link would fill the air with light banter, but today the sashay of bossa nova from his radio set the rhythm for his rolling pushes and pulls. Perhaps, if he had taken a different path and followed some of his more realistic ambitions he would have this morning been patting and pressing a fine roll of dough, but Zelda’s svelte form was… certainly much more intriguing than a loaf of bread in the works.
She shifted, thighs tensing and knees squeezing closer together further down on the padded table; Link pulled a deep breath. In another year he could boast of being a masseur for a full decade if one added in the first year of working during his studies. There had certainly been several points at which the squirms and sounds of his clients were hiding notes of arousal. Perhaps for just this one exception, he had begun to have issues steering his mind straight. 
She wore her hair long; after the second session she had chosen to simply let the strands spill over the edge of the head of the white-leather table. On the third visit she had, with several flushed glances, called him in without the troublesome straps of her bra under her shoulder blades. Later he had chosen to tug tufts of hair forwards from his normal ponytail in the mirror before she had arrived. A well-coiffed appearance went miles for building a good clientele of course, but she was quickly becoming the one client he added that little extra for.
The track on the radio shifted to a more up-tempo number, and Link straightened, his hands lifting away for a small break. Zelda looked up from resting her head on the table, turning a gaze over her shoulder in the relaxing warmth of the office. Link was wiping his face and neck with a small towel, so she snuck a drink from her mug at his sidetable. She had suggested turning the radiator up several degrees since the morning’s window panes had been frosted at dawn with fine patterns.
She could not find a way to thank her grandmother nearly enough for suggesting the visits. Her responsibilities in the past few years had begun to ramp up while her father’s mental acuity was waning; life in the public eye had been troubling enough during college, but her graduation had lost some of its vibrancy when dear Impa had drawn her aside to discuss the likelihood of a coronation. The wizened shekiah had birthed her son at a shockingly early age when Hyrule was shedding the nobility-governed monarchy, and Zelda suspected that her grandmother had played a more important role in the transitions of power than she let on.
Of course when Link had asked if perhaps Zelda was referring to the Impa who had visited his office a few weeks before her arrival, she’d hesitated before risking an answer. Her handsome masseuse had proved pleasantly ignorant of her social standing and very public family life, so it caught her by surprise that Impa had not given him a pseudonym. His easy going nature was part of his charm; if she had been forced to give up her secrets early, her massage sessions wouldn’t have gone from half-hour to two-hour slots on the calendar.
----- Read more on AO3 ----
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uncleskyrule · 1 year
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WIP Title Tag Game
Rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! Then tag as many people as you have WIPs.
Thanks for tagging me, @adrift-in-thyme! I don't title my WIPs bc they're all in one document, so I'll give you the prompts they're based on and the pairings (yes I'm still working on the 2022 Linktober prompts lmao)
Boss--LU Legend & Malon
Deity--LU Sky & ??? probably Legend
Dream--LU Sky & Legend
Botanical--Miphvali
Free--BotW Zelink
Music--Child OoT Link & Adult OoT Link
Underground--Four Swords Shadow Link-centric + the colors (This one's based off the Cody Fry song of the same title and I'm currently writing it! Hopefully I'll finish it tomorrow)
Ok idk if y'all have been tagged yet but whether you have or haven't feel free to ignore this tag if you don't want to participate :)
@alkturos, @aheavenscorner, @penpenpencil, @tigers-eyes-26 @cooking-with-hailstones
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linktheacehero · 2 years
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Me and my wonderful artist friends in the Zelink server decided to make a collab of animal blupees! It was a lot of fun to make and I'll be tagging each blupee to their creators down below! Happy Holidays!
Lord of the Mountain, Dragon, and Wolf- me!
Cat- @alkturos
Axotolt- @outcastsketchbook
Capybara and Racoon- @itcantbe
Owl- @zeldaseyebrows
Lobster- @aquaticpal
Cuccoo- @chimpukampu
Newt- @newtsnaturethings
Moth- @pastelsandpining
Frog- @bellecream
Bear and Ferret- @wwwhttps
Dolphin- @science-trash-artwork
Blueback whale and seal- @obsidiangst
Unicorn- @softpromise
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zeldaelmo · 2 years
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Zelinktine’s Month 2022 master post
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A big thanks at everyone who participated! I had the idea to do a zelink theme month for a long time now and I’m so happy that we could put it together!
As always, take care of yourself and mind the tags and the ratings.
Day 1 - prompt: Roses - “Roses” by @alwaysunderwaterocean
Day 2 - prompt: NOT roses (on purpose) - “No two petals are the same” by @softpromise and art for the fic by @linktheacehero 
Day 3 - prompt: Chocolates - art by @binkus-and-smelda
Day 4 - prompt: Valentines - poems by @solicewithinthemidnight with art by @binkus-and-smelda
Day 5 - prompt: Anonymus love letter - “Love me in writing” by @pastelsandpining
Day 6 - prompt: Movies - art by @linktheacehero
Day 7 - prompt: Fancy dinner - “To dine with a princess, To spar with a bee” by @wanderingnightingale
Day 8 - prompt: Staying in - “Don’t wait” by @softpromise with art by @binkus-and-smelda
Day 9 - prompt: First kiss - “Perfect” by @neeneepanini
Day 10 - prompt: Proposal - “I give you this ring” by @embywolf
Day 11 - prompt: Break up - “Wild nights” by @obsidiangst
Day 12 - prompt: Lingerie - Art by @science-trash-artwork and accompanying fic “For your eyes only” by @zeldaelmo; Art by @eissibee
Day 13 - prompt: Pink/red/purple - “Le Prétendant” by @unknownquery; Art by @binkus-and-smelda and @softpromise
Day 14 - prompt: Heart - “The lovers pond” by @dizzy-miss-lizzieeeeee
Day 15 - prompt: Friendship - “The Lizard Lady and the Flower Fellow” by @dawn-the-rithmatist and one piece of art by @linktheacehero and another one by @binkus-and-smelda
Day 16 - prompt: Revenge - “It’s her revenge” by @silentprincess17
Day 17 - prompt: Hug - Art by @zeldaseyebrows
Day 18 - prompt: Galentine’s Day - “there are many things that I would like to say to you (but I don't know how)” by @itcantbe with art by @aquaticpal that’s in the fic on ao3
Day 19 - prompt: Queer - a fic by @pastelsandpining and art by @linktheacehero
Day 20 - prompt: Anti-Valentine’s Day - “Of sappy love letters, poisoned chocolates, and true love” by @zeldaelmo
Day 21 - prompt: Single - “to be loved” by @skys-child with art by @softpromise
Day 22 - prompt: Smut - “Control” by @a03-anxiousandafraid
Day 23 - prompt: Ribbon - Art by @ellensyu
Day 24 - prompt: Date Night - “It’s a date then” by @nooneshome12
Day 25 - prompt: Matchmaker - “Milk and Cherries” by @farore-or-less
Day 26 - prompt: Corny poems - “The Quill and the Sword” by @wanderingnightingale
Day 27 - prompt: Forgot all about it - Art by @alkturos​
Day 28 - prompt: Love song - Art by @aquaticpal ; “LoveSong” by @bellecream
Wow! Look at all these amazing contributions! Make sure to reblog them and follow the artists/writers. 😄 
We have a collection on Ao3, too!
There’re still some pieces to come (real life in the way... you know how it is), I’ll update the list when they’re here!
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alkturos · 1 year
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Linktober Day 31: Free for all
Zonai Link!
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dawn-the-rithmatist · 2 years
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BOTW Discord AU: Caffeine Chaos ☕️ part 1
Summary: Purah and Robbie mentioned an experiment regarding five-hour energy drinks. The Champions decide they want to try. Broken into five parts due to the tumblr image limit. (this is a crack fic. fic? sure, we’ll call it a fic.)
Part 1 (You are here!) | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5
This is an idea that will eventually have more content but for now is just a bunch of creators having fun. Featuring @pastelsandpining as Robbie, @linktheacehero as Daruk, @science-trash-artwork as Mipha, @notsostormblessed as Revali, @a03-anxiousandafraid as Urbosa, @alkturos as Zelda, and myself as Purah. Other cast members are @binkus-and-smelda as Link, @voltfruits as Impa, @itcantbe and @embywolf .
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Part 2
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aquaticpal · 2 years
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Whew, now that I crossed something off my list I can properly answer the WIP tag meme from @jenseits-der-sterne lol.
Rules: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs (or as many peeps as you want, really- ‘tis just for fun!)
My writing WIPs from before haven't really changed at all 😅 But I've accumulated enough art to-dos that I needed to make a spreadsheet for myself. Here you go:
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Most of these I've shown in some way at some point but feel free to ask.
(Oh, and there's also the Dos Oruguitas animatic - I'm sitting on that till summer in hopes that I'll be able to focus on it more easily then. 💀)
(Oh yeah I'm supposed to tag people... I think I haven't seen @alkturos @snidgetwidgeon @michpat6 @ao3-anxiousandafraid @littlemidnightnothings respond to this meme but no pressure!)
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obsidiangst · 2 years
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Discord Shenanigans Part 4/?
Y'all already know what time it is. These are screenshots collected by the members of the Zelink Hype Squad Discord Server (the invite is no longer public, so please DM me here if you're interested in joining). As usual, the contributors to this post's batshittery are as follows: @a03-anxiousandafraid, @newtsnaturethings, @itcantbe, @pastelsandpining, @alwaysunderwaterocean, me, @linktheacehero, @science-trash-artwork, @alkturos, @softpromise, @binkus-and-smelda,
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botwstoriesandsuch · 2 years
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Happy Holidays x2 because I did another secret santa song, thanks to @alkturos for giving me an excuse to make a Zelda lullaby with my slightly out of tune voice <3 [Also here’s the instrumental link because I was too lazy to convert it for a new post]
LYRICS:
Ooo Flower, can you hear the morning rain? Ooo Flower, let it wash away the yesterday The storms pass by And the mountains loom But I promise the sun still has warmth left for you when you bloom... However silently you bloom
Ooo Morning, can you watch o’er what is mine? Ooo Morning, you’ll outshine the care I can provide So if I’m not around When she breaks the ground Can you hold her glow, leave her beauty uncrowned Without a sound Just wait, silently she’ll bloom
Ooo Child, don’t be sorry for the wait Ooo Child, ease your pain with soil’s serenade You can open your eyes And enjoy my sky The broken earth isn’t a reason to cry Cause you bloomed May the silence break for you
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manxden · 1 year
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Hi there, sorry for making you all wait! Here’s the next chapter of my giftfic done for my fellow Zelink-crazy Sidon-fangirlling friend, @alkturos ! We both participated in Hateno Hideout’s (on Discord) Midna’s Merry Mixup Gift Exchange.
So without further ado, here’s more luxuriously self-indulgent Masseur!Link AU ZeLink!
Summary: Zelda shows up to her massage appointment a little worse for wear; public relations is not without its pitfalls, and Link takes pity on his attractive customer.
————— Hold My Hand on AO3 (Chapter 2) ——————
Chapter 2 preview
Zelda’s next appointment brought her to the plush sofa of Link’s waiting area of the office feeling like a pestered mess.
In common Hylian one might say she was bedraggled, with strands of hair escaping her carefully-pinned updo and her suit jacket was fastened with the buttons misaligned. The morning had started well enough with greeting students and speaking for the opening of a new school bearing her sister’s name, but the ‘simple’ brunch appointment planned at midday was simply a disaster.
The small locale has been flooded with well-to-do’s oohing and aahing over quaint, but boring modern art, and their harried waitstaff were quickly embroiled in a defensive battle to preserve a woefully underestimated supply of canapes. Zelda had managed to snatch just three in a crowd of bourgeois who were preoccupied with banal details about the artists on display.
Officially the meeting her secretary had first agreed to was to be a small interview with two of the up-and-coming families of the city, but the situation had evidently escalated out of hand. Zelda had several hard words under her breath while escaping with her guards helping her down the stairwell with a bad stain on her clothes and a broken shoe; she could text the secretary to blacklist those contacts later on.
It wasn’t unheard of for unscrupulous folk to try and use the royal family as an opportunity for social climbing and upwards mobility - the rush to prepare for Karane’s coronation must have given them the perfect opportunity to slip in under the radar.
The mess of the morning had left her feeling the worse for wear with a sore ankle, a growling stomach, and a frown to rival Castletown’s winter skies. Much of the city was enveloped in varying levels of fog since the weeks of snow had been broken for a warm front, but with distressingly few moments of sunshine.
Zelda settled onto Link’s couch in the waiting area with a groan of appreciation. It was a little haven of respite for her after the small labyrinth of hallways and the elevator; she slipped off her broken heels within the first two minutes of blessed uninterrupted sitting on the cushy sofa. If she was going to submit her near-naked form to the masseur’s fingers, then she had a fine excuse for slipping off her shoes in his entryway.
He had recently burned lavender incense, the perfume pleasant in the air to match the soft lilts and falls of piano music and violin strings. Zelda couldn't fault the man for his musical choices, and the floral scent had her subconsciously choosing a jasmine tea when her stomach got her to wander barefoot from the couch as she waited. Someone had already absconded with the last of his luxury chocolates, but she could try and sate her guilty belly on an assortment of pretzels and toffees.
Zelda had solidly refused to reschedule when her driver had suggested the idea; her visit to the masseuse was quickly promising to be her one sane moment in a brutally overscheduled week. She could afford to order something greasy, illegally fattening and immoral after her session under the pleasant attentions of her flirty blonde therapist.
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