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zelda doodles. she's so precious to me i must draw her more often

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Tears of the Kingdom 🌺

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— this fandom has a vast misogynoirist problem and, yes, this also applies to YOU reading this right now; a post filled w unsorted thoughts you should read if you genuinely want black fans to feel safe in fandom spaces with you

i am going to preface this right away w how disappointed i am in some of the people who follow me, who will occasionally like a post calling out misogynoir but only if its comfortable and only if its worded nicely and only if its against someone they dislike and not someone they do like. i am directly talking to my non-black followers because i do not expect black fans to expose themselves to this kind of hatred and thinly (and not so thinly) veiled racism we are faced w on a daily basis. some of you have a big following and a big portion of that following is white and YOU have the opportunity to use your POWER (and, yes, even in fandoms there are different power dynamics because logging onto twitter dot com does not remove the burden of blackness within overtly white spaces, this too is a space where having white privileges will get you places) and talk about these issues that have been becoming more and more prevalent.

our voices are not heard and when they are heard they get twisted by white and non-black fans who prioritize their love for shipping and their male centeredness over racism within fandom and more importantly: racism that is perpetuated by them. a very loud portion of this fandom has painted an image of "angry black women" without ever actually calling them black women because they are socially aware enough to know that it is racist to say so. instead they say it in different ways: they call us rabid, they call us delusional, they call us homophobic straights and love to strip us of our queerness in the same breath, they call us ableists even though this fandom has had several conversations about this, they call us aggressive, they say we are jealous of a mlm ship, they say we are irrational, they call us everything but the one thing we are: black. yet the painted picture is very clear to me and surely every other black person who has ever engaged dominantly white spaces: the big black bully! this is the easiest way to "aggressive black woman" your way through genuine critcism without ever saying it w those words nor acknowledging the thing you are criticized for.

and it becomes even more obvious when you read-over and over again-those attempts at demonizing an overtly black part of fandom (which mel/meljay fandom is and which i will come back to later) while NONE ever mention the things black people ARE saying because whenever you get ratioed for cuck art, whenever you get asked why you erase mel from the story, whenever people ask where mel is in arcane character group arts, whenever you mischaracterize mel for a mlm ship, whenever you strip her of her feelings, whenever you make her an abuser, whenever you dehuminaze her, whenever you deify her, whenever you cry that you cannot criticize her yet dont ever criticize her outside of that ship you so like, whenever any of this happens black fans HAVE and WILL tell you that this is antiblack, its misogynistic, but most of all-since a word for this phenomenon already exists-it is misogynoir. you are participating in misogynoir. your every like is supporting misogynoir. the active erasure of a black woman in fandom is misogynoir. whenever you strip black fans of their credibility to speak out against racism bc we are just "crazy shippers on an agenda", that is misogynoir too. people who arent in this fandom have been clocking this. they see us saying this. they avoid watching the show or engaging w this fandom because the misogynoir is so prevalent here and it is unchallenged by everyone but black people and a few allys who actually mean their shit when they talk about allyship.

the rest of you barely skim our texts or just go "well im not racist so this doesnt apply to me" instead of listening to us trying to explain what the issue is. you guys are so sure that you are a good ally, that you arent racist, that nothing you do is ever misogynoirist, yet you dont even realize that you dismiss or even silence black voices you dont like by villainizing every black fan who wants to talk about this and uplifting every black person who says the things you want to hear. to the point that a black user here can use the hard r and white people are trying to educate black people why that is okay or isnt okay. all while that person even apologized and had to tell you guys to not speak over black people in defense of them. do you not see that you are tokenizing the black voices you deem comfortable while ignoring every voice that asks for a little bit of accountability in your contribution to the horrid antiblackness on arcanetwt?

but, no, no, rest assured this doesnt just apply to the fans but to the character in question too after all there is a reason why meltwt/meljaytwt is so outspoken on this. it isnt about her partner being shipped w someone else, most of us dont even care for the ship, our issue is the constant attempt at erasing her from the relationship she was in and those are two completely different things even if you blatantly choose to look the other way and fabricate lies. mel medarda, despite always being spoken about as beautiful and complex and such a great character, so far even that people say they want her to leave jayce so they can have her for herself, has a very small following. she has less fics on ao3 than the others, barely any x reader ship despite so many people claiming to shipping themselves with her, she gets less solo art and even less w other people or her canonical ship. she is constantly being othered. just recently we had someone exclude her from group art and saying she was the teacher while her same aged peers were drawn as students. to many she simply doesnt exist and if you care about mel, if you actually do like her, if you seek out her content, this becomes abundantly clear real quick: mel does not exist as a main character to arcanetwt.

she is a side character to many of you. she is a side character like any other black women in fiction because you as fans were conditioned by young age to view black women as that. you are surrounded by the sassy black best friend, the angry black woman, the disposable black girlfriend who will always just be a temporary love interest, side character a and side character b - you grew up in a world where you view black women like that. that is why her fandom is so small. just like any other black female characters are small. no other main character gets this type of treatment other than her. and that her fandom is so small is just another indicator for that. and that it mostly consists of black fans is another indicator too because those very often are the only ones capable to see a black woman as a character in herself and not just a nice compliment in a sentence in between. this, too, is misogynoir btw and saying "well i just prefer this and this character" only works so many times before you gotta put the work in and question your racial bias and i am telling you YOU HAVE TO to OVERCOME that and i am telling you that because i too used to not care about black female characters.

i grew up in a very white society and was one of those kids who were trying to be as white as possible to cater to white ppl and i had to actively unlearn to ignore dark skinned women in any media and woah let me tell you once you do you realize there are so many beautiful characters to obsess over and so many new people to meet and it WILL change your view on a lot of things in fandom and it will make you AWARE and that is a good thing. you should be woke. being woke is a good thing no matter how many people say it isnt. its just nobody can do this for you but you yourself. you will see the mistreatment of fans and you will get angry about this and you will get uncomfortable too bc you might be nonblack you might even be white but that is just what it is and how its going to be and i appeal to you to be loud w us as well, to fight for a fandom space where white fans arent the only ones who get to enjoy sillies and whimsicals, where we can move and have fun w/o being confronted w unchallenged racism and people being too proud to work on their biases or even take any critcism, i beg you to not gaf about aesthetics and what you want your blog to look like and i beg you to not gaf about what your peers might think of you bc trust me you do not want to be the person belittling antiblackness for the sake of getting a few likes on an art piece where two people you like smooch.

this affects real black people even if arcanetwt wants to say we arent real or dont care about black issues. this is a black issue just like it'd be w any recreational activity

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The darkness seemed to only deepen as she rounded the corner into a long corridor. She passed the portrait of her mother, and that of the many matriarchs and patriarchs before her. The ornate picture frames cast shadows against the floor, mixing with her own, becoming a mass of Medarda lineage she couldn’t hope to separate herself from.

In her bedchambers, moonlight bathed the room in cool blue. She closed the door behind her, unclasping the gold brooch that held her cape together. Throwing it onto the nearest chair, she let the cold breeze bite her skin as she moved out to her balcony.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63132340

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mel portrait, also from a week or two ago! i love mel and her character so so much, im so exited to see her in the next show! also the flowers in the background are a sunflower and moonflowers... i feel like she is a little bit of both <3 shes complex ok!!!

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college caitvi matching layout 🧁🥊

based on this tweet !! :D

some easter eggs : they both have k/da posters and cait has a seraphine one too (they’re both roomates), airship model because airship is cait’s special interest !! on vi’s corner of the room : isha’s drawing of their family, zaun band poster, jinx’ drawing, warwick plushie !!!

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MATCHING ICONS IF YOU WANT !! (reblog and credit if you use pls <3)

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Sextech investigation vol. 1: a tale of two bedrooms

Some of you might already be familiar with my “legendary” analysis originally posted on reddit, well, today I am bringing it home at last!

There have been ongoing discussions about the setting of the that love scene. Was it Mel’s place? Was it Jayce’s? Don’t worry, your resident sextech expert is here with the receipts! I’m here to end all sextech disputes!

Many thanks to my fellow madlads, madpals and madgals from the Arcane and MelJay Discord servers who have indulged my investigation so that now I can graciously impart that knowledge onto you. You’re welcome!

Now let us examine the sextech crime scene!

Mel’s apartment appears to have two balconies: 

1) a larger balcony she entertains the fundraiser guests on in ep. 4, and where she also later talks to Elora in ep. 7 upon receiving the letter from her family.

2) a private balcony she paints on and also where her mother hangs out with her escort later on:

Now these two are separate balconies. Why? Because not only does the ep. 6 and 9 balcony appear smaller, but the roof over it also seems to cover the entirety of it, whereas the panorama of the balcony in ep. 4 and 7 looks like this and here the roof clearly does not extend the whole way. Also the view of the city, as well as the foliage thereon, from each balcony is different, implying that they overlook a different part of the city. 

Also - and this is more of a technical note - as Arcane, for the most part, makes use of matte paintings as backgrounds instead of designing entire 3D environments, these slight differences and consistent lighting conditions in the aforementioned scenes suggest that we’re looking at a case of asset reuse here.

There are also a few minor details in the design of the cornices over the windows (there seems to be extra shape around the circle that isn’t visible on the other balcony). Keep the window pane design and the spiky turret structures surrounding the floor of the balcony in mind because…

This is the balcony from ep. 5, this is where the mouth-to-mouth action happens. You can see that the turrets are much steeper - so much so that Jayce can lean his leg on them. They also extend from the floor rather than from the walls of the building itself as is the case with Mel’s balcony. The pattern on the floor is also different from either of Mel’s balconies. This is Jayce’s balcony.

Here you can see the windows of this balcony and while admittedly, the design is very similar (the window pane designs are very uniform in Piltover; notably, the main hall of the Kiramman mansion as seen in ep. 2 and 8 have a very similar design as well, as do the windows in Heimerdinger’s office), there are just enough details that are off in order to show this isn’t the same location. Most obviously, the turrets, but also the design of the windows proper.

Here you can see that the design of the grates in the window panes aren’t an exact match (the cornices above the window are also a different design but there’s no shot in the show where they would be in focus enough for me to grab a good screenshot thereof). There are also lanterns hanging in front of the windows that aren’t on Mel’s private balcony. The foliage is also different. Now I see what you’re thinking… maybe it’s just the public balcony, there are some lanterns hung in front of the windows there and they’re open so you can’t see the pattern of the grates, and I could be like: haha, you got me there… except you didn’t! Why would the turrets of Mel’s balcony become steeper overnight? Huh? Huh?

Furthermore, there is a question of the hexgate view. From earlier screenshots, you can discern that Mel’s private balcony has no view of the hexgate, but her public one does.

See that big structure further away veiled in mist visible from Mel’s balcony? That’s the base of the hexgate. For comparison, I provided a screenshot of the base of the hexgate from the opening of ep. 4 so that you can better see the silhouettes. On the right you can see that the balcony in ep. 5 has a different view of it - and no, it’s not just an establishing shot, that’s why I left Jayce’s hand in the shot for reference - it seems to have a clear view of the top the hexgate, implying that the structure itself is way closer and the building it’s being observed from taller.

And now it’s time for the pillow talk!

From ep. 8 we know very clearly what Mel’s bedroom looks like because of this shot. We can clearly see her painting on the wall, we see the light coming from her roof window (which you can clearly see above her head in the second screenshot). We can see the shape of the bed and the design of the pillows, which seem light-coloured. The bed’s frame is set very low and also has no visible headboard - this is important. The mattress sits on top of the bed’s frame rather than inside it.

Now let’s compare compare to the bed in ep. 5. On the right, you can see that there’s a rug on the floor. You can see that the bed’s frame is wooden and the mattress is set inside the frame rather than on top of it. This bed clearly has a headboard. What’s more, in one of the shots on Jayce’s you can clearly see that the wall above the bed is blank - there is no painting.

Now onto the bedding. The mattress and the blanket looks to be either a deep shade of blue or green, whereas Mel’s bedding is much lighter in colouring. But the real giveaway are the pillows here. Firstly, you can see that there’s two sets of pillows, but in the shot from Mel’s bedroom, Mel is using two pillows (one of which is light-coloured) and Jayce has his head directly on the mattress.

Now, take a look at the shot of Talis and Kiramman banners below. Seems familiar, huh? Because that’s the pattern on the pillows! The smaller set of pillows looks to be green with a golden embroidery pattern intended to resemble the angular design of the Kiramman sigil, but the larger set is the Talis maroon red, with golden rhombus embroidery invoking the House Talis sigil. This guy has straight up branded pillows!

So there you have it. The results are in! Their first night is at Jayce’s place.

It’s not a theory, I saw with my own eyes what magic sextech could do, the lives orgasms it could save give, you’ve no idea how beautiful it is. - Jayce Talis, probably

Short of it making more logical sense that a messenger would come to Jayce’s house to notify him of Viktor’s condition rather than searching for him in Mel’s place (in which case Mel would most likely be woken up as well or notified by her staff later and thus no misunderstanding would occur), there is irrefutable evidence that these are two separate locations. Poor Mel woke up in Jayce’s bed alone and had to do a whole ass walk of shame from his place back to hers. No wonder she was upset. Sleeping at someone else’s home is an incredible show of vulnerability (especially from someone as emotionally guarded as she is) and she probably felt used. And it’s so like Jayce to let her sleep and forget to leave a note while he was in a hurry to get to the hospital. He most likely thought he’d be able to come back before she woke up, but we can see that she woke up while it was still dark outside and likely left - royally pissed off - right after and he returned to an empty bed.

But also, him sleeping in her bedroom in ep. 8 (under the painting of a very traumatic event she went through) signifies that they’ve reached a new milestone in their relationship - she now allows him into her personal space, both literally and figuratively.

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Thank you to everyone who got me to 50 likes!

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“You’re so radiant, Mel.” He said it against her ear, and she knew he was talking about the sun. Sometimes he’d look up at her as if dawn and dusk rose and fell at her whim, that if he didn’t hold onto her, the moon would hang over the endless sky forevermore, and he’d never feel the heat of sunlight again.”

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I'll just start posting my Meljay stuff here. I'm also on ao3. Writing under link.

Title: Underneath the Armor Lays a Bed of Magnolias

The view from Mel’s residence was a sight. The night aging like the wine down in her cellar, the city lights began to glow warm in the distance. She could see the human silhouettes of colors and shadows pressing and crowding in the streets. Even from behind the wall of glass, she swore she could smell the leather fabrics and perfumes of the passerby, smell the remnants of the rain on the air.

She set down the palette knife, satisfied with the painted Piltover stretched over her canvas. Somehow, she’d managed to keep her strokes steady and controlled. Her mind had been troubled of late, her past and her mother’s arrival bringing far too many Noxian ships onto her canvases, too many lakes of red. The splendor of Piltover, painted in blues and yellows, brought a peace she knew wouldn’t last.

So immersed in her painted world, the ideals caught in the raised edges of paint, Mel hadn’t noticed the footsteps.

“Mel.”

She inhaled sharply, blinking. “Jayce.”

His expression, in all its softness, held the weight of knowing. Inwardly, Mel withered. Their familiarity stirred something vulnerable in her, and there was a strange part of her that yearned for distance, for when Jayce was a stranger to her. She couldn’t keep her roots underground, his presence like a firm hand plucking a flower from the soil.

Jayce was shoulder to shoulder with her now, appraising the painted city. “It’s beautiful.”

Mel hummed, nodding. “Isn’t it? There’s a certain liveliness to Piltover after sundown.”

Jayce nodded too as he turned to stand in front of her, his hands coming to rest near her shoulders. “The city might be awake tonight but…why are you?”

Just like that, her roots were exposed, never to be enough earth to bury them under again. Just how a part of her yearned for a time when they were strangers, another yearned for Jayce’s openness, to be closer to him without him being the only one bridging the gap. Everything about him was open, his expressions, his words. Even in private, Mel’s emotions were strategic, always the diplomat, the politician weighing her options; Always the fox when she wanted to be the sheep.

“I’ve had a lot on my mind lately.”

It was all she could say, and she knew Jayce wouldn’t push. He didn’t need to. All he needed was to stitch more of the fabric between them, bridge a little more of the gap.

He reached for her hand, bringing her knuckles to the softness of his lips. Mel always ran warm, and with the gentle flush washing over her, she was alight. She couldn’t help the sigh that escaped through her nose, eyes fluttering closed for just a moment.

Noticing, Jayce gazed at her, curving dark lashes shadowing his eyes. He gave her a look that said come, and led her out of the room.

The windows overhead bathed Mel’s bedroom in moonlight. With the curtains drawn back as well, the room glowed, rimming the couch with washed blue light. Mel let Jayce guide her to the seating, lounging longways, painted toes smoothing over the plush fabric.

He sat behind her, ran his fingers through the coiffed brown of her hair, the gold pins that held up her twisting locks coming away with light tugs, berries plucked from their bushes. A gentle scent of magnolia drifted between them.

The more Jayce unraveled the expanse of her curls, the more words bubbled on the tip of Mel’s tongue. Though out of her view, the painting of melancholy greys and crimsons that hung over her bed further emboldened the words, a tidal wave dragging sand out to sea.

“My mother’s expectations are a weight I’ve never been able to take off my shoulders.”

It was plain for Jayce to see. The woman that is Ambessa Medarda exuded expectations. Though Mel held her head high, her demeanor projecting that of a mountain, even rock succumbed to erosion and scars.

Jayce thought back to that wintry day, how his own mother inspired him to bring Hextech to the world; He wanted nothing more than to make her proud. In his own way, Jayce knew Mel’s feelings intimately. “Hardly a thing more undoing than the expectations and pride of a mother.”

Her hair furled down just past her shoulders now, a silence lingering between them that neither felt the need to fill. Jayce wound his arms around her middle, pressed his lips to her nape. Mel sighed, sinking back into him. She could feel her mind drifting as he pressed kisses along her shoulder, feel a gentle heat simmering in her core as he drew his hands down her sides. The sanctuary of his touch, the tranquility of his warmth, parted the overcast of her thoughts, took the weight of the world off her shoulders.

His hands trailed down to her thighs, thumbs pressing and circling. His breath ghosted warm against her ear, and the way he said her name, so full of yearning and tenderness, it sent something ravenous and eager down from her spine to the tips of her toes. Mel.

She rounded on him, taking his face in her hands, kissing him with restrained fervor. In her head she was pleading, unsure to what or whom. Jayce pulled her closer, deepening the kiss. His fingers wound into her hair, and he reveled in the contentment of her exhale.

Their kiss broke with the need for air, breaths meeting hot between them. Jayce inclined their heads together, tracing her jaw with his fingertips. 

They'd come so far but he never assumed. “Do you-”

“Please.”

The longing in her voice stirred in him a neediness, a need to see her pleased and quivering under his touch. He kissed her again, found the zipper at the back of her dress and pulled. Warm silk was replaced with cool air, the moonlight curving over every inch of dark skin. Jayce paused just long enough to tug his undershirt over his head before laying the both of them down.

Soft satin met Mel’s back and she drew her arms up to hug Jayce close. Her nails dragged down his back, pulling a fluttering breath from Jayce’s lips. Mel was so warm, so incredibly warm Jayce craved to envelop himself with her, sinking into a blanket of magnolias and hyacinths bathing in the summer sun. 

His lips traced her jaw, her neck, her shoulders. He was in no rush, savoring every inch of her that he could touch, savoring her breaths and gasps. He traveled lower, Mel’s head falling back into the cushions as Jayce took the peak of a breast into his mouth, dragging the flat of his tongue over her.

Though it wasn’t the first time they’d wound up in her bedroom, nor the second nor the third, Jayce knew he’d never get over the marvel that was Mel Medarda. Every sigh, every gasp, every twitch, quake, quiver, and blush was a wonder that he could pore over from dawn till dusk. Now, he was committing her flitting breaths to memory as he kissed the insides of her thighs. She was wound tight, her canting hips betraying her anticipation. She couldn’t quite take a full breath, getting caught somewhere between her eagerness and the beg she didn’t dare voice. He was so close to where she needed him to be, so agonizingly close, so when Jayce finally hooked his arms under her legs and set his mouth against her, she whimpered.

The heat of him was intoxicating, the press and flick of his tongue so achingly good. Mel’s hips bucked up into the warm wetness, moans falling unrestrained from her lips. She reached to card her fingers through Jayce’s hair. So soft and silken.

Jayce kept his movements slow, deliberate, tasting her. Her moans walked down his spine, pulsed between his legs. He couldn’t help but to rut himself against the couch cushions, pleasing himself with her pretty noises. Mel’s fingers in his hair pushed a groan out of him that he knew she felt more than she heard, hips chasing the vibration.

Mel’s thoughts had coalesced into a singularity, the heat of Jayce’s tongue between her legs sparking a mantra of more, please, and, yes, yes, yes! The minutes passed in seconds, the tautness in her core pulling tighter and tighter.

“Jayce,” she whispered, fingers winding and grasping for purchase in his hair.

He didn’t quicken his pace, instead reaching for her other hand and holding on tight. I’m here, Mel. Her legs quivered, her head swam, vision blurring. She pushed into the heat of him, shamelessly rocking herself against him again and again. Just a little more.

“Jayce-Jayce!”

He bared down hard with the flat of his tongue and Mel’s back arched clear off the couch. She gasped, her orgasm coming in waves, racing through her down to her curling toes. She panted, breathless, still surging her stuttering hips against him. Jayce held her steady, keeping his mouth on her, drawing out more, watching her unraveling and coming utterly undone, until the sparks finally dulled. She sighed, coming down hard, heaving and trembling while Jayce kissed his way back to her lips. 

She melted into him, pulling him as close as their bodies would allow. Mel felt like a sheet of metal, molten, red-hot, now Jayce had submerged her in water, cooling her down with soft touches and little pecks.

Their lips parted and their gazes met. Jayce could get lost in those eyes; He already had a dozen times over, hazel and gold. He couldn't help but to be in awe of how perfect she looked in this moment, her heavily lidded eyes, the moonlight catching in ribbons of her fanning hair, her expression soft, sleepy and sated.

Mel’s voice came quiet and dreamy. “Thank you.”

Jayce smiled, took her hand and kissed her fingertips. Mel wished she could stay in this moment forever, distill it into the Noxian wines and gins in her cellar so she could take a drink, let the burn of it make her heady. Sometimes she often didn't know where Counselor Medarda started and Mel began, but she could always find out with Jayce. She's spent her days reading others, unraveling their layers and complexities, creating this imperfect but finely tuned machinery that kept Piltover running, an intricate garden that always needed tending. To be read by another, to be tended to, to invite someone to see the soft flesh and blood underneath her armor created a vulnerability that the last forty years of her life have compelled her to conceal, to mask. 

But, Mel Medarda was only human, and a soft one at that. She had invited Jayce into her world, but the closer she pulled him in, the more easily Jayce could pluck her from the soil. But, slowly, she was beginning to embrace the feeling of the wind on her roots.

He'd moved from the couch now, gathered Mel up in his arms, placing her on the luxurious sheets and linens, and climbing into bed after her. 

A hush had settled over the room, only interrupted by the faint sound of Jayce whispering her name between kisses laid on her nape and shoulders. Mel hoped to hear his voice in her dreams, hoped to awaken feeling as utterly content as she did now. She let him lull her with the sweet nothings he breathed against her skin, sleep slowly tugging her under. Right before slumber could completely overtake her, before the night could spirit her mind away, her breathing slowing and deepening, she could only say one thing.

“I love you.”

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For Hyrule!

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I had the wonderful opportunity to be the head mod for the Voltron travel journal zine Vapour Trails!! All contributions were made by members of the Klance Rennaissance discord server, and I would like to thank everyone who contributed to this amazing project, especially @z43dyn-inzero-g, who made this amazing cover!

You can download the zine for free here.

If you're interested in joining the server, you can join here!

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ZELINK WEEK 2024: REUNION

Ao3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/57441562/chapters/146137207

Wrap Me up in the Sea and Tie an Anchor

Synopsis: It’s been six years since the King of Hyrule sent Link and Tetra off to find new lands, six years since the sea became their home and their camaraderie blossomed into something more. But when a storm shipwrecks Tetra, Link, and crew on her home island, reuniting her with a place she never thought she’d see again, the pirate captain finds her relationship with Link tested, while long buried memories threaten to consume her.

Preview:

We have to go right through it.

The wind whipped around the grand ship. Tetra was at its front, looking into the dark avalanche of clouds encroaching on the vessel.

“All hands on deck!” she shouted, voice carrying over the howling wind. The backs of her crew members stiffened as they stood at attention.

“Aye Aye Captain!”

Beside her, Link had his eyes narrowed on the horizon, blinking rapidly as the spray of the sea tried to obstruct his view. Almost as suddenly as they spotted the storm, the downpour crashed onto the wooden deck.

A gale replaced the agitated breeze, further disturbing the waves licking the sides of the ship. Tetra adjusted her stance, bringing up an arm to brace herself against the crosswind that tried to take her off her feet.

“Lady Tetra! Should we abandon course?” Gonzo’s voice boomed, the burly man at the wheel poised to bank the ship rightward.

“No, we’ve got a schedule to meet. It’s nothing we can’t handle.”

Gonzo nodded his assent, trying to steady the boat against the waves.

The ship plunged as it crested a swell in the ocean, sending water and spray crashing onto the bow of the vessel. The other crew members were manning the sails, the silhouetted crossing swords that painted the fabric rippling and stretching with the changing wind.

As much as she loved sunken treasure and the discovery of islands beyond the confines of her map, this is what she truly lived for; Taking on Mother Nature’s fury with her crew by her side.

She felt alive, the salt in the air stinging her nose while she stared down the darkening skies that held promises of death and destruction. The tempest seemed to cower in the wake of such an unstoppable force, the rain receding, and the waves calming, but Tetra knew better.

“Look alive boys, this one’s not done with us yet,” she said, descending onto the deck and stepping into the cabin. She cast a glance at Link in a way that said to follow her.

Link trailed behind, shaking droplets off his white sleeves as he went. “Captain?”

Tetra slowed, unhooking a silver timepiece from her belt, other hand taking her blonde hair down from its topknot. “You don’t hafta call me ‘Captain,’ Link.” She turned to him, winding her pocket watch.

He smiled, “I know. Though I’m sure there’s a part of you that likes when I do.”

Tetra looked up at that and stashed the watch, an incredulous sound escaping between her upturned lips. She spun on her heel, shaking her head despite a rosy heat tingeing her ears. “Anyway, I need you to get your quiver and bow. We’re wading into uncharted territory.”

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I actually legitimately had so much fun with this sketch series

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Problem Solving: Courage Vs Wisdom - How would you get the Book of Mudora?

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The Zeldas discover Monopoly

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