Hackle's Academy

Lady Blackwood doesn’t care. Lady Blackwood just wants everything to be as serene and nice as she is. Lady Blackwood, Zelda thinks as she fluffs her hair and smiles sweetly at a passing student, has the right fucking idea. - make me walk, make me talk, do whatever you please

So back in 2019 - hah, remember 2019? - I outlined a full series of Spellwood fic focusing on the Caligari spell and its potential aftereffects on someone as subby and praise kink-oriented as Zelda spends most of canon trying to hide. That plotline stirred up a lot of feelings for me - not feminist outrage as you’d expect, or even being triggered by the seriously shitty nature of it. No, I became fascinated by the fetishisation of ‘traditional’ femininity that resulted in going down a rabbit hole of tradwives, reclaiming the bimbo and dollification.

Nearly two years on, I own a lot of pink and have a running joke with my friends about needing a Caligari spell of my own to turn my brain off occasionally. I posted two chapters of the central fic - make me walk, make me talk, do whatever you please - and have been avoiding the requests to finish it because life got in the way. Now the show is over and I am ignoring certain parts of canon, it felt like a good time to pick it up again.

I’m going to finish the last chapter or two of MMWMWTDWYP and then write the, uh, five other fics in that universe, but first of all here is a little prequel from Zelda’s honeymoon, where she’s having a (mostly) marvellous time…