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Thank you for letting me ramble incoherently for an entire episode! 💕

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This is what I wrote for Fated: A Zelink Zine! My first time participating in anything like this and it was a neat experience. :)

TP Zelink needs more representation.

Shout out to the folks at @zelink-fanzine!

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How to be a Queen

Chapter 28: Low Tide

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has anyone tried asking Ganon what his problem was? like just go back to bed, man.

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How to be a Queen

Chapter 28: Low Tide

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honestly, your lips would never lie to me I can taste your love approaching me this feeling’s too good lovely, I can’t believe you love me on a warm spring night you stunned me this feeling’s too good

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minecraft is like the scariest game nowadays. I remember playing it ten years ago and I was scared of night just because of skeletons but now kids these days can’t even build a house with an oceanfront view because of water zombies who sound like drowning men.

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2022 Podcast Guests:

@webcomixwastaken with No Regrets

@ashleyswrittenwords with How To Be A Queen

@pastelsandpining, @aurathian, and @fatefulfaerie with In Calamity’s Grasp

@snidgetwidgeon with Son of Hylia, Daughter of Farore

@fatefulfaerie with A Moment Beyond

And then we start organizing season 2 which will be a different franchise!! More info on that coming in March!!

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shout out to ao3 comments because i’m feeling all warm and fuzzy reading over comments left over the last couple years

i’m still trying to get over the fact that people read my fics

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Chapters: 3/? Fandom: The Legend of Zelda & Related Fandoms, Stardew Valley (Video Game) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Link/Zelda (Legend of Zelda) Summary:

There's life after death and it comes from in a yellow manila envelope.

What happens when you don't talk to your dad for ten years and then all of a sudden he's dead? Zelda doubts that there's a right answer. Now she's running around a 5-acre farm that hadn't grown anything in over a decade. The townspeople are odd (that hadn't change), there's a cowboy down the road that doesn't know when to leave her alone, and an itch to do better and be better. The only thing that's stopping her is a shallow watering can and vengeful crows.

One of these days Zelda will figure out if she made the right choice.

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This is my muse for everything now. I’m still so so so excited about this commission <<33 

A modern Queen Zelda for the brillant @ashleyswrittenwords !

Thank you so much for your donation!

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me, posting an update over a year later:

Chapters: 4/? Fandom: The Legend of Zelda & Related Fandoms, The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild Rating: Explicit

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Chapters: 4/? Fandom: The Legend of Zelda & Related Fandoms, The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild Rating: Explicit

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girl it took you 6 months what do you mean “a couple months”

I just....... gotta think about this for a couple months......

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3!!!!!!!

Yes, I'm still writing! Though disclaimer: I feel super rusty like I don't remember how to write. It's been too long.

3. A breathy demand: “Kiss me” - and what the other person does to respond.

Set during BotW 2 based on the scraps we've received thus far, with the take that the Link we see in the trailers is actually not our Link at all. 😉

—Vulnerable—

Zelda startles at the eyes watching her.

It takes her a moment to adjust to the darkness. The moon had begun descending from the sky but the stars were still bright out. The chilled air bites at her cheek but her back is warm. Behind her, the fire sparks and crackles loudly despite what should have been dying light.

Jolting up to peer through the flames, she meets the piercing blue gaze of Link. Except he isn’t her Link—not with the way his hair unruly tussles and his arm glows an eerie green. The garb he sports mirrors that within a tapestry once adorned in the castle, and the look he gives her is weathered and old.

“What are you—”

The words choke in her throat uncharacteristically; the hairs on her arm betraying her nerves. He claims to be the Hero from 10,000 years ago, here to help seal Calamity Ganon once and for all, and yet—

“The more he tries to suppress me during the day, the more exhausted he is at night. It makes him truly vulnerable.”

Toneless and blunt. Seemingly disinterested if she hadn’t known better. If Link hadn’t warned her.

He wants something from you.

Her eyes narrow, fingers curling around her bedroll. “You could just leave him alone. That would solve the problem.”

“It would not. I would not be here if I was not needed.”

Zelda grunts in agreement. She can’t deny that he’s been a huge help—from decrypting the ancient Zonai scriptures below the castle to utilizing his right arm against monsters that roam the plains. His actions have been good, friendly even, and yet—

She clutches instinctively at the Master Sword, entrusted in her hand since its original owner cannot wield it. Because while the Sword that Seals the Darkness has always been held by Hylia’s Chosen, it burns this Hero of the Past.

He sighs in a way that’s not so much exasperated as it is tired. “You can lower your guard, Princess. If he truly did not trust me, he would not allow me within your vicinity. He does not fear that I will harm you.”

He’s not wrong. “Then…?”

“You remind me of her.” A scoff. “Well, of course you do.”

“Your princess,” she says without a doubt. A glint flickers in his eyes. “What does she have to do with all this?”

He stands slowly like he’s not trying to scare her, but the tension in his stance reminds her of a predator approaching prey. Just like that, he turns from weary spirit to marksman, as if he’s been waiting for her to utter those very words. His eyes, sharp like a cat’s, zeroes in on her as his silent step draws him nearer. Maybe she should run, but the shiver down her spine tells her he would enjoy the chase.

He crouches low, kneeling in front of her as his left hand grazes her cheek. The warmth she’s accustomed to is nearly nonexistent in his touch.

“Are you curious? Of what transpired 10,000 years ago?”

Her ears involuntarily twitch and she grinds her teeth together to temper any further reaction. She wonders if he has access to Link’s memories of her, of the knowledge of her traits and therefore her inquisitive nature, with his attempt to lure her interest just so. Or perhaps she and her predecessor had more in common than she dared to believe.

Zelda swallows, grip tightening on the hilt. She swears it pulses within her palm. “We know what happened. It’s recorded in the texts—”

He tsks, interrupting her in a way her knight never would have. “The stories are always told from an outsider’s perspective. Always stop after Ganon is defeated.” He tucks a stray strand of hair behind her ear. “Do you want to see it through our eyes?”

He says this gently, tone low and soothing, a stark contrast to how intently he stares at her. He harnesses her gaze as if he’s trying to peer into her soul, reaching deep to find remnants of something familiar. She doesn’t know what he sees, only that it causes his eyes to shine brighter and her own lids to grow heavier.

Her body sways forward and he catches her effortlessly, craning her neck up so as to not lose sight of her gaze. The gesture is intimate, the embrace natural like he’s held her like this before, but the books never spoke of such a relationship between the last Hero and Princess.

“I can show you what never gets recorded. What we hid for the sake of duty. What so many of us had to ignore in order to succeed, and how we are fallible regardless.”

His offer suddenly sounds much more enticing. The prospect of knowing a truth no one else knew. Of witnessing the success her kingdom failed to replicate a hundred years ago. Of deciphering why such tragedy had to befall them in the first place.

She knows better than to become a still target, and yet—

“How?”

He smiles, leaning in closer when she doesn’t fight him, a semblance of triumph etched on his lips. His breath fans across her face like a whisper, a promise carried into the wind. It’s then she hears it—a voice not unlike her own.

Gaze too long at the ocean and you’ll drown.

And in his—

Then let me drown in you.

“Kiss me, dearest Zelda, and I will show you.”

She really shouldn’t.

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Tell me more about 'flowers in your hair' 🌸

Yess!! It's based off a song by the Lumineers.

I read a book as a kid and I don't even remember the name, but it was a novel set in South Carolina and it was just a really feel-good coming of age book. I wanted to do something with southern-ish vibes (because I'm a little yeehaw, I'm sorry). It would be a small town setting of Zelink growing up.

I think I'm halfway done.

Zelda brought her knees to her chest, obviously annoyed that he was still ignoring her.

“I’m gonna tell you anyway.”

“Don’t care.”

“I don’t care that you don’t care.”

“Well, I don’t care that you don’t care that I don’t care.”

She closed her eyes to smile dreamily.

“It’s Groose.”

The wrinkle deepened and Link whined. “Why?”

Groose was the opposite of anything Zelda was. He made the worst marks in class and went out of the way to out-do Link. Not that it hindered Link, he was the best player on the junior soccer team but it didn’t make him any less annoyed.

She went back to her flower crown which was only halfway done.

“Because,” Zelda shrugged, “He’s the only boy in our grade that’s taller than me.”

“That’s a stupid reason.”

It was. There no reason why she should have any sort of crush on Groose of all people. Besides, Link was tall… ish. He was the same height as Zelda, at least he thought so. He rolled his eyes.

Zelda hummed. “You wouldn’t understand.”

[Skipping into it. There was a time-skip in between.]

The flowers stitched into the collar of her blouse were the same as they were when she used to make crowns, but it should be no surprise to him because Zelda handmade it herself. Over and over again she’d say that there was no way in hell her dad would let her wear it out. The sleeves hung over her shoulders and betrayed too much of herself for the world to see.

And, oh, what a shame it was for the world.

Zelda overflowed with laughter as he spun her around too many times. In one hand was hers and in the other was a beer can he should be paying more attention to not spilling. Link was grinning stupidly at the flowers on her shirt, then laughed along with her.

Yeah, no, her dad would never approve of how tight those denim shorts were. The thought made him grin wider.

“How’s it feel to be 17, Zee?” he asked. The music playing from his uncle’s car was tough to beat. The thing was just about as old as Link, but the stereo was more than alright.

“Fantastic!” Zelda yelled. “This is so much better than that stupid formal!”

Right, that’s where they were supposed to be. Link would pat himself on the back if he had the mind to. The school formal fell right on Zelda’s birthday weekend and it was the only event her dad was willing to let her go to. If not that then it was the typical black tie party he threw with their stuck-up family friends. It would be awful because Link was somehow always invited and he’d watch Zelda smile with plastic teeth the entire night.

What kind of teenage birthday party was that?

It took some strategy on both ends for Mr. Bosphoramous to give Link his blessing to be Zelda’s formal date. They went through the entire process of finding a Bosphoramous-approved formal gown and a matching tie to boot. The experience earlier in the evening was awful. It felt like he would be glued to Zelda’s doorstep for hours before pictures were done. Who knew her stepmother used to be an amateur photographer in college?

But then they peeled away, stopped at the gas station just out of town that overlooked fakes, and bought a case of cheap beer. Her grin after they met each other outside the bathrooms made it all worth it.

Zelda moved to the music, pulling his arm to and fro. His drink itched to be put down so he could give all of himself to her, but it wasn’t like that. They weren’t like that. That was his best friend right there.