this is another update on an old fic rec post– which you can find here– and i’m pruning it based on what i prefer now and what other people have recommended me. i’m posting this on this blog because i’m locked out of my original one on the computer and i really don’t want to do so much html coding on mobile.
the ones that i really recommend will have a star symbol next to them. i’ve also chosen to categorize this by games again. anything that is nsfw is marked as such. additionally, some fics contain zelda as tetra, sheik, and hylia. i’ve also named the authors of each piece in case you want to look into more of their work, because they all have other fics they’ve written!
if you’d like to rec me fics you guys really like, send me them via asks or IM so this can become a zelink fic masterpost or something.
Last night I tweeted a bunch of modern-day Pinky and the Brain episode concepts, and some friends joined in on the fun. It may have been a colossal mistake, though, since I’ve been mentally scripting these episodes all morning…
((A modern SS Zelink AU. They met on hyrule’s version of twitter and fell in love. Also they’re both gigantic dorks who bonded over anime and games so make of that what you will. Made alongside @veriea))
“Remember, you won’t see me ‘til you get out to the
reception,” Zelda’s voice said, slightly robotic from the other side of the
phone. It was the only way he’d known it for the past two years—well, that and
though skype calls. Link couldn’t help but wonder what it sounded like when it
wasn’t through an electronic filter. Even as he wondered, though, he knew he
wouldn’t have to wait very long for an answer. “I’m the one with the sailor
moon buns and the pink skirt,” she continued. “Got all that?”
“You say that like I won’t recognize you from all of your
selfies,” he said, trying to keep the giddiness out of his voice. Even as he
tried, though, he failed, and he heard her laugh on the other line. “Hey, c’mon,
I know you’re just as excited as I am.”
“But I don’t sound so cute about it,” she teased. More
seriously, though, she added, “What if you don’t recognize me, though? Selfies
and digital media really do distort perception, so… I—I mean, it’s possible…”
“I’ve seen you with makeup and in your cutest outfit, and I’ve
also seen you makeup-less and in pajamas crying through the first season of
SNK.” Link grinned, though she couldn’t see it. “If I can recognize you both
ways, I think I’ll know you when I see you.”
“You say that like you didn’t cry the entire time, too, you
Author’s Note: This chapter is kind of bleh but it lays the groundwork for a lot of what’s going to happen throughout the story. Again, let me know if it’s any good! PS I’ve never written present tense before so if it jumps from present to past tense, that’s my bad. I’m still trying to get used to this style.
i remember hearing this daft punk “human after all” remix and later a rage against the machine one (killing in the name of, you should check this if you can- so good)…. i knew nothing of the creator at the time- sebastiAn- a french dj/producer on ed banger records… his music made me think and feel different like the way punk rock did when i first heard it. we began a correspondence through email…. my friend brian hiatt tweeted “the problem with modern rock is it isnt modern”- something i and we had been feeling in general. rock should not be relegated to a quaint little corner of guitar center for dads to find. in reaching out to sebastiAn we wanted to make something that was a throwback instead futuristic. angry. primal. as the producer i think sebastiAn nailed this in a way we hadnt expected. patrick and i were floored when i heard his idea and the track…. we knew immediately that this would be the title track of the record…. his art moved me too much not to share it with you…
here is one of sebastiAn’s tracks that i really dig called “embody”, check out more if you dig it too….
… i wish i dreamt in the shape of your mouth, but its the thread count i really care about.
contrived ‘wacky’ tumblr comedy blogs like the sandsvendor and fruitsoftheape ones vs those banal twitter joke accounts shared by your aunt like the tweet of god or modern seinfeld, and the winner is banned from making jokes for the rest of their life