#midlinkweek

[riderart]

Light

Maybe more like “Yeet”, but I was inspired.

Kinda last minute, but here it is for #midlinkweek

[midzelink]

Put on your thinking caps and mark your calendars, because the themes for Midlink Week 2020 are here!  The week will run from April 13th through April 19th (a little less than a month away as of my typing this), and naturally will be a celebration of the relationship that Link and Midna share, whether that be romantic or platonic. As this is somewhat of a revival and my first time hosting the event, I thought I’d keep the themes true to the pair, while keeping them simple and allowing room for creative freedom:

DAY 1: Cursed (Monday, April 13th)

DAY 2: Found (Tuesday, April 14th)

DAY 3: Light (Wednesday, April 15th)

DAY 4: Touch (Thursday, April 16th)

DAY 5: Mirror (Friday, April 17th)

DAY 6: Tears (Saturday, April 18th)

DAY 7: See You Later (Sunday, April 19th)

A couple of things to keep in mind for those who’d like to participate:

Make sure you use the hashtag #midlinkweek in the first five tags of anything you post, so everyone can easily see all the entries!  I’ll reblog everything I can*, but if for whatever reason you’re afraid I won’t see something you post, you are more than welcome to @ this blog, too.

You can create absolutely anything you like!  Whether it be art, fics, drabbles, edits, GIFs, music, cosplay, etc., I’m looking forward to seeing what you’ve got to offer!

The themes are only there as a very loose guide, to inspire those who may need inspiration or to provide a challenge for those who may want it.  Don’t stress too much about explicitly following each theme, don’t feel pressured to participate each day, and don’t worry if you post something a little late - I’ll keep following the tag even after the week is over!

This event is also being hosted over on Twitter (link in my bio), so if you have one of those and want to cross-post what you make, use the tag and feel free to @ me there, as well.

Now, I think that about covers everything.  Reblogs to get the word out are super appreciated, and I’ll see you all again in just a small handful of weeks!

[ryderwriting]

Day 4 - Touch

Midlink Week 2020

For most of her life, Princess Midna was taught that it was not “proper” to mingle with those of low status, much less touch anything that her father or her advisors may have deemed “unclean”. Scolding eyes glared down upon her when she was found outside of the confines of the palace, smiling and laughing, playing joyfully amongst the other children without a care in the world. After she was found out and about on numerous separate occasions and chastised each time, the young Twili soon gave up on her desire to have friends, and she surrendered her wish to be seen as anything but the Twilight Princess. 

Many years later, when the only person she thought she could call her friend changed her into a hideous little imp and usurped her from her throne, what should have been her very birthright, and banished her from her realm, she realized something: maybe this curse wasn’t as bad as she had originally thought. 

Never in her life had she felt so free. 

It was such a foreign concept to feel the smooth leaves of Faron trees in her grasp, or hundreds of tiny blades of grass poking gently into her back while she slept beside her companion. It was even more strange to feel his soft fur curling against her side, warming her, or feeling tufts of it beneath her fingertips as they traveled together. She knew that if her father or advisors could see her, they would be frowning at the very concept of touching a wild animal. She didn’t care though. 

However, she still found herself surprised when she raised her dainty hands to Link’s face and felt that his cheeks were soft too, like his wolf form’s fur. 

Her voice came out so quietly. “You’ll come with me... won’t you?” Link’s lips curled upwards into a gentle smile, and before she had time to pull her hands away, he had raised his own hands up over the back of hers. His hands, unlike his face or his fur were much more calloused; whether from years of farm work or from handling different weapons on their quest, she wasn’t quite sure. 

She was sure of only two things at that very moment: that his hands, despite feeling rough were still so tender, and that there was an unfamiliar warmth in her chest when their hands touched. 

“Thank you,” she murmured before the pair continued deeper into the Gerudo Desert. 

Sure, it wasn’t the first time she and her companion—her friend—had touched; but somehow this time felt different, and she couldn’t help but wonder why, or what these sudden feelings even meant. 

No, it wasn’t the first time, but she certainly didn’t want it to be the last.

[sae-444]

Day 5: Mirror

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[howtodrawyourdragon]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Day 1 - Cursed

Summary: Though they knew they needed to hurry, when Link and Midna come upon the supposed grave of the Cursed Swordsman, they can't help but take a moment. Written for Midlink Week 2020 over on Tumblr. Based on a headcanon.

Rating: General

Words: 994

Author’s Notes: A short one-shot written for Midlink Week 2020 over on Tumblr, organised by @midzelink. First time writing Link and Midna together!

Constructive criticism is appreciated.

Enjoy!

[therantingsage]

Midlink week day 7: Reincarnation / Dream

When I saw this was the theme for day 7 I squealed so hard because BOTH of those things are prevalent themes in my last botw drabble, Orange Lights! And since I wanted to fine-tune my Twili Wolf Midna design, it was like the stars aligned to let me draw this =w=

In any case, happy Midlink week, everyone!

[wandering-chronicler-blog]

A Meeting in Shadow

It was not the first time he’d been chained in a cell.  And he was sure it wouldn’t be the last.  He scanned the dark room, his eyes having long adjusted and carefully looked at the bars. The wood of the door was rotten and old, and he noticed how the bricks above that held the bars had old mortar. He could break the bricks free and rip them out of the wood if…

 “I found you!”

 Link’s train of thought was interrupted as he heard the voice.  His eyes darted to the right where it’d come from.  In the shadows, he saw a tall woman in a dark, hooded cloak. Her hands were on her hips and red eyes studied him as her lips curled into a smirk.  Strange teal markings glowed along her arms as he couldn’t tell if she was wearing tight gloves or had used magic to wrap herself in shadow. She didn’t look entirely human, but with the strangeness he’d encountered recently, she looked comparatively normal even with her blueish skin and fiery orange hair.

 “Quite the hit on the head you took there!” she teased.  “Though I guess it's good you're a bit thick-skulled anyways...”

 He remained silent, watching her closely.  He wasn’t sure if this was part of some interrogation but knew better than to volunteer any information as long as he was chained and naked in a dungeon cell.

 She studied him quietly before inspecting her nails.  “Mmm, maybe it affected the speech center in your brain too if you are just going to glare at me like that.  And here I was maybe thinking of letting you out...  oh well.”

 “Out?” he asked.

 “Oh!  So he does speak still!  Maybe there's hope for a deal yet.”  Her hand fell slowly to her side as she looked back at him.

 “Who are you?”

 She smirked at him.  “Well, that's at least refreshing!  Most people would ask WHAT I am, rather than who.”  She took a few steps, looking at the chains.  “Hold still a moment, will you?”

He kept from rolling his eyes as the chains suddenly snapped.  A flash of orange and teal sliced open the manacles around his ankles and right wrist.  She’d clearly missed the manacle on his left hand though as it remained clamped tightly around his wrist.  He could get it off himself later though now that he was freed.

 “Mmm. Sloppy of them not to use dimeritium.  After all, you could be hiding something.”

 He rubbed his wrist, inspecting it a little before glancing in her direction.  He watched as she slipped through the bars, her body turning to shadow and smoke for a moment before reforming on the other side.  “Thank you.”

 “Don't thank me yet. I still haven't decided if I should let you out.”  The strange woman yawned then and leaned her back against the door to the cell across from him.  

 “Just had to get out of the chains.”  Already he’d spotted the flaws in the old cell and grabbed the chains he’d been bound in. He threaded them through the bars and wrapped them each around a bar.  Once done, he picked up one set and began to pull.  The wood almost immedietly began to give and the brick above rattled as old mortar began to flake away.

 “You had a plan to get out even before I came along, didn't you?”

 “Mmhm.”   He kept pulling before one bar suddenly broke free. The bricks above broke a bit as well, freeing the next bar.  Link quickly picked up the next one and started pulling on the chain he’d put there.

 “Well, I was going to see if you were worth the trouble by seeing if you could get out of the cell yourself but you've proven already you're definitely smarter than you look.” She cocked her head a little.  “Even if the basilisk suggested otherwise...”

 That’d been well over a month ago when he and his ‘merchant’ friend had run into the draconid and sorceress. “You've been following us.”  Link grunted as he pulled the next bar out. One more and he’d be able to squeeze through.

 “Yes I have.  And you both seem quite aware of how worlds are colliding.  That this may be the work of some madman wanting to invade your world.”

 Immediately, Link recalled his history lessons from The Tower.  In particular, The Interlopers and that sunk Hyrule into a bloodbath over three centuries ago.  “Thought another world could be involved in this...  conjunction.”  He stopped for a moment to inspect the mortar around the last brick.  “You're from one of those words, aren't you?”

 “Usually not this obvious.”

 “Illusion over yourself?”

 “Obviously.”

 “Guessing too then you're trying to figure out just what's going on too?”  He gave the bar a couple hard tugs and it fell free.  He quickly caught it before it clattered on the floor. With the third bar gone, he slipped through them.  By the time he was in the hallway, the strange woman had vanished.  

 “Well, you could say that,” he heard her say in his ear.  He spun around, but didn’t see her.  “I've got my own theories.  And plenty of evidence to suggest they're true.”  It must’ve been some sort of spell he reasoned.  How else would she have gotten into the dungeon that was likely as heavily guarded as The Royal Palace back home.  “But never mind them.  I've decided I like you enough to help you.”

 “Lucky me.”  Something grabbed his ear and pulled hard.  “Ow!”  Link’s head was pulled along with it.

 “But you have to do as I say,” the woman said in his ear.  He could feel her breath and left hand on his shoulder.  “Understand?”  She let go of his ear then.  Link took a couple steps forward and rubbed his ear.

 He looked back to see her standing with her arms folded.  She looked like she was dressed like a sorceress from Labrynna, though he’d never seen the strange pattern like she had on her skirt though before.   Thinking briefly, he knew that he couldn’t trust her completely, but with how she held herself and some of what she’d said, he could at least trust her to be of use to get to the bottom of this mess.  Maybe even find his friend and get him out of here too.  “Alright, fine,” he said.  “I'll work with you but I'm not gonna be your slave.”

 “Well, of course not. If I wanted a slave, I'd have kept the chains on you.”

 Without a word and the same glare on his face when he’d first met her, he held up his left arm. The chain rattled against the manacle. A second later, bands snapped around it and it was sliced cleanly off him and landed on the ground with a clatter.

 “No, more a servant.” She flicked her fingers a little, the last of the magic energies fading from them.  “By all means, if you think you can change my mind about something, you're welcome to try it.”  Her eyes locked with his then and a small smirk appeared on her lips.  “No promises on if you will though.”

 “Heh...”

  They stood like that for a few moments before her impatience became clear.  “Well, what're you standing around here for?  Let's get your buddy out and get out of here!”

 Link looked down the hall for a moment.  “I need to get something first.”

 “Like what?”

 He gave himself a brief lookover.  “Other than pants?  My gear. They...”  Small black squares suddenly began to appear in front of him.  They fused together into a dark silillouette.  Link recognized though the grip of a sword and a shield on top of it all.  Color returned to it, revealing his clothes.  He caught them as they finished forming.  “Thank you.”

 “Not doing this for you. But can't have you running between worlds naked and unarmed.”

 “Heh.” He quickly pulled his pants on then, followed by a white cotton shirt.  His tunic was nowhere to be seen among the belongings, but it was so distinctive he was sure he’d be spotted the second he pulled it on. “So, if we're going to be working together, what do I call you?”  Link pulled his boots on then and grabbed his belt.

 “Midna.”

 He buckled the belt and tried offering her a hand once he’d finished.  “Link.”

 She glanced at the hand offered before looking back down at him.  “That's a verb, not a name.”

 “So I've heard,” he sighed. Turning away from her, he grabbed the scabbard with his sword off the ground.  He pulled it out briefly to check it, finding the blade in exactly the same condition before he’d been captured.  It went over his shoulders and he soon had it adjusted and the shield on his back.  “Okay. Let's get going.”

 “Good.  I'll be watching.”  She took a single step towards him and vanished.  In the dim light though, he saw wisps of darkness and smoke merging with his shadow.

 Link rolled his shoulders a little and turned back down the hall.  Already he couldn’t wait until she was gone.

So, been waiting a while to do this and though not following the prompts really (and even following a couple from last year) but thought this could be the PERFECT opportunity to dig into their relationship to a degree for The Wolf of Farore. 

More to come tomorrow as I got seven of these written!  Thanks for reading!

[bila-panda]

Midlink week: day5: Wolf/sweet

hello! It has been a long time (╯°□°）╯ Here is a drawing of my favorite couple, the midlink!!! ლ(´ڡ`ლ) I hope to participate in several days but I don’t have time … But i hope you like it ∩( ・ω・)∩