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Iām still alive I promise!! I just donāt really use this blog anymore, BUT!! Iāve created a discord server! https://discord.gg/PseGNVy8hq
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LINKED UNIVERSE THE GREAT ESCAPE AU
I have very detailed notes and plans because I hyperfixated on it for three weeks- like, honestly- so much potential angst even if I donāt make it 100% historically accurate and only follow the gist of events. But I donāt know if this would have a target audience at all- so please comment, like, reblog, whatever-
Just show me that this has an audience and I will write it!
HEAR ME OUT-
LINKED UNIVERSE THE GREAT ESCAPE AU
I have very detailed notes and plans because I hyperfixated on it for three weeks- like, honestly- so much potential angst even if I donāt make it 100% historically accurate and only follow the gist of events. But I donāt know if this would have a target audience at all- so please comment, like, reblog, whatever-
Just show me that this has an audience and I will write it!
Constantly obsessed with the concept of a man forced to be a myth. What do you do when every step you take is embedded into the text. Every word you say prose to read. You're part of something bigger than yourself. The narrative tugs you along like water currents. There is no time to rest, to be human. You must be great, you must be legend
HEAR ME OUT-
LINKED UNIVERSE THE GREAT ESCAPE AU
I have very detailed notes and plans because I hyperfixated on it for three weeks- like, honestly- so much potential angst even if I donāt make it 100% historically accurate and only follow the gist of events. But I donāt know if this would have a target audience at all- so please comment, like, reblog, whatever-
Just show me that this has an audience and I will write it!
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AHAHFGJDAKJF THIS WAS THE FIRST THING THAT CAME TO MIND TOO
A quick doodle of Maggie by @milommid
did indeed do this!! :D anyway go check out my friend here @frayedblorbos their stuff is super awesome!!
Love ya and your art Milo <3
if i post a fic and get no kudos or comments in the first fifteen minutes iām a failure and should never write again. but the moment i get 1 comment iām the next stephen king
@sunny-porridge I did promise I would post it š
OH this is awesome!
The names are very clever! And I can see some parallels with the BOTW map. I love the āEye of Nayruā looks ominous.
Some of the settlements seem to be relatively isolated, that goes very well with how tight-knit the communities weāve seen seem to be.
Thatās very cool, Iāll be referencing and coming back to this for sure!
Hehehe thank you!! š„¹
And youāre right on the money! Another reason why some of the settlements are isolated is because since this era succeeds the Era of the Great Sea it means that these isolated settlements are often isolated because the people living in them used to live on isolated islands, so they were used to keeping their distance and preferred to keep it that way because it was their way of life.
A COMINT !!
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Wild told the baby that she could properly befriend Twiās Epona by giving her an apple. Letās just say that Maggie really, really, really wants to be friends with the horsie, so she got Wild to give her as many as she could carry of the slateās apples. Epona is confused but certainly wonāt turn her nose up at the offerings, and sheās a sweet and intelligent enough horse to realise she should be careful with the tiny child. Everyone else is watching carefully just in case and very much in amusement.
The clothes Maggie is wearing is a combination of clothes that the Chain bought for her as they travelled (bless them they have no clue how to take care of her but theyāre trying their best) because the clothes from Maggieās era donāt exactly blend in in other eras. The mishmash clothes are certainly too big for her but Malon got a hoot out of it and loves it.
Abandoned Act 1 Chapter 1 Draft
Fog drifted between the trees, creeping along the mossy, earthen forest floor. The tendrils hugging tree trunks and brush like reaching arms. The Lost Woods were silent.
Silent except for the quiet whimpering of a babe, squirming in itās bundle of blankets from where it was tucked safely away within the cavernous roots of a warped tree.
The Forest was old, very old. It had been around for a very long time, though was not the original Lost Woods, where the legendary Deku Tree resided. The mortals of this land had merely given the Forest that name due to the similarities it held to that fabled Woods. No, the Lost Woods, the *original* Lost Woods, were still located on an island out on the Great Sea. Although, Hero of the Winds had brought a Deku seed and a handful of forest spirits with him upon the relocation to these lands, and they now lived within the centre of the Forest.
The Forest had decided to take in these spirts. It had been so long since such sprites had resided within its branches. The Forest did have sprites of its own, but its children were old and without form - now mere wisps. It had been many years since then, and the Deku Treeās sprites had settled in well with the Forestās own. The Forest would protect what resided within itself.
Over the years, many a foolish mortal had wandered inside the Forestās branches. Some, the Forest gently deposited back out; mostly children and the pure-hearted. Some, however, the Forest would swallow, and they would never see the light of day again.
The Forest would prevent harm to those it had decided to protect.
The great Evil was retuning to the realm. The Forest could sense as much. Within recent cycles of the Moon, the Forest had felt sickly. Evil was returning, indeed.
So when a young mortal woman, a child of the desert, had come fleeing into the Forestās branches, babe in her arms, pursued by the puppets of evil - the Forest had done nothing. The Forest allowed the desert child to run through itās fog, and watched. The woman cried and ran, trusting the babe to be safe within the roots of the Forest. And so the Forest had decided. It subtly guided the desert child to the River, which cradled her broken and bleeding body, carrying what was left of her gently downstream.
The Forest looked upon the whimpering bundle curiously. There were higher powers, higher beings, at work here.
The Forest curled a playful tendril of fog towards the baby, who quietened and stared at it with curious big eyes before trying to grab at it, mumbling slightly with excited and even wider eyes when itās tiny hand went straight through the pearly substance.
The Forest would take in this blue-eyed babe.
It murmured to the sprites that resided within itās heart, telling itās children to guide the way to the mortal child.
The whisps popped into being, flickering like little blue flames. One appeared above the babe and bobbed playfully around itās grasp as it giggled and stared in wonder. The whispās flickering blue was reflected in the childās wide eyes.
The Forest urged the spirits to haste, for of the puppets of Evil that had chased the desert child some still wandered through the fog.
Two brave little wood sprites were the ones to join their ghostly companion on the venture, following the trail of whisps out of the Forestās heart and towards the mortal child it had decided to safeguard. The whisps would pop out of existence and disappear completely, or perhaps reappear further up the trail, as the little group would follow.
āKiki is wondering how Mister Wolf is solid,ā a tiny Korok with a hand-shaped-leaf chittered.
āDeedee knows that Kiki is forgetful, but Deedee did not think that Kiki was silly,ā a Korok with a heart-shaped-leaf chittered back.
Kiki let out a petulant huff, shaking a twig in their tiny grasp, but before the little Koroks could start bickering, the wolf grumbled, effectively shutting the sprites up.
The Forest harboured many spirits, ghosts among them. A pack of ghostly wolves lurked the forest - truly no harm to anyone; the Forest had welcomed the souls of the poor creatures into itās fog as the pack was chased into the woods by farmers armed with torches and pitchforks. There were also the ghosts of long dead mortals, mostly innocents that could not pass on and the Forest had decided to safeguard until they faded away - some stayed as fuzzy echoes of who they once were while others took different forms.
Neither of the little Koroks knew whether Mister Wolf was a mortal ghost with wolven form, or the ghost of one of those poor creatures. They were okay with not knowing, albeit curious as to why this particular spirit was special.
*Mister Wolf* padded dutifully along, understanding the Forestās intent to preserve the babeās life. Following the trail of whisps was efficient, and the bundled baby was found in no time. While the Koroks immediately began to chitter away about how cute and strangely fleshy the mortal child was, Wolf snuffled the babeās cheek, chuffing as the blue-eyed bundle squealed and giggled. Wolf continued to nose the child, sniffing, and playfully licking the baby, putting up with itās grabby hands that manhandled itās face and pulled at itās ears.
āKiki and Pip have the bag!ā Kiki chimed, hopping back onto Wolfās back, Pip helping pull the satchel in tow.
Wolf snorted in affirmation, making sure that the babe was properly bundled before using itās maw to gently grab the blankets and carry the squirming bundle.
Mission nearly complete, the spirits began the short journey back to the heart of the Forest, following the whisps that guided them. Instead of popping out of existence, some of the whisps would decide to stay, drifting around the small party, and bobbing in and out of reach of the childās tiny hands.
The babe no longer whimpered or cried and squirmed. Instead it giggled and babbled curiously and the whisps played with it and it swung happily in the wolfās grip.
The Forestās trees rustled happily. It had not been graced with such happy sounds from a mortal in many Moons.
The Forestās heart was the safest place within itself, much like the Deku Treeās domain. The trees grew healthier and taller, a small stream that had broken away from the River flowed through the clearing. The boy would be well taken care of, safe, within the Forest.
