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For incoming affiliations, our group only affiliates with other Zelda-oriented groups. Each request will be reviewed by an Admin.
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Mature content inappropriate for viewers under the age of 18 MUST HAVE A MATURE BLOCK. This includes but is not limited to:
Yaoi/Yuri | Excessive blood/gore | Profane language | High sexual content/excessive nudity | Provocative and/or violent subliminal messages
Along with gallery rules, ART THEFT is NOT allowed. Any art that is not your own or violates copyright laws (including screenshots, stripped manga pages, etc.) is punishable by permanent ban.
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Failure to follow the rules stated above will result in:
1st offense--Warning. Art violation will result in the art being taken down from the gallery as well.
2nd offense--Ban. Depending on how severe the issue, you may be reported to dA authorities.
Contribute to our Gallery
The FEATURED folder is strictly reserved for your best works. Mass submissions will be denied.
Remember to submit to the PROPER FOLDER. If your artwork doesn't fit in any of the available folders, ask us or request for a new folder.
We're a Zelda-oriented group, so please--only Zelda related submissions!
Thank you, and have fun!
The Club-Hyrulean Admin Team.
Questions? Please note the group to any issues you may have. Thanks!
Happy Mask Salesman x Reader. Too Valuable.He was just pacing around the narrow room inside the tower at that small place called Clock Town, his usually smiling face contorted in a worried grimace and the ticking of the clock wasn’t helping by tensing his body by every minute that passed.Happy Mask Salesman x Reader. Too Valuable. by Kagaku-Sama
This was the Third of three days that he gave that little blond and the fairy for retrieving the boy’s “Object” and his own mask. They had less, oh too much less than 24 hours to complete that task, and then the town would be smashed by the moon, or the events will repeat again, if the world was lucky. And the salesman knew that the young hero didn’t have a clue on how to take away the mask from that filthy imp.
It was nearly Eleven O’clock.
He was beginning to regret all the fighting and battle he gave to get that damned mask.
He sighed and waited for the hero, waited for the heavy door to open. What it did, for revealing not the young blond, but a stunning girl with (h/l) (h/c) hair and ventu
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