#tfh wanders

[hylianmewmew]

oh?? whats this? i got hyperfixated on creating my own au and now i cant stop

its like im being possessed by the loz au gods and theyre just giving me the power to write about little gay creetures in my laptop

so far i have all the very basic character outlines done like personailty and names

there will be 10 Links

Wanderer – Zelda + Zelda 2

Hare – ALTTP + LA

Kokiri – OOT + MM

Keeper – OOS + OOA + ALBW

Smithy – FS + TFH

Spirit – WW + PH + ST

Minish – MC

Twilight – TP

Sky – SS

Honor – BOTW + TOTK

decided not to include HW or AOC because i have enough links to juggle as it is

#mew au #loz #legend of zelda #loz au #links meet au

[justaleafinthewind]

I watched Turning Red a few days ago, and that was my first time seeing East Asian cultural generational trauma—something that has affected me and my family so deeply but is rarely talked about—included in media. It would not be an exaggeration to say it changed my life.

Representation matters, in all of its forms. It is important to represent the appearance and customs of a society, and also to represent the parts behind the scenes. That Chinese New Year celebration was just as important as the depiction of Mei’s mother’s relationship with her own mother.

All of it was powerful even if it wasn’t all picture-perfect.

#tfh wanders #turning red #pixar movies #asian #east asia

[sleepymarmot]

Another day, another epic misadventure in Morrowind!

I’ve been given a job by the Thieves Guild: bring three dwemer artifacts from a guy. He lives in a small village, it takes me a while to get there. The villagers tell me they don’t trust me enough to say anything about this, but when I convince them, they just say “he’s looking for a buyer”. That gives me nothing. The guy himself plays dumb even with high disposition. So my usual tactic of talking people into things doesn’t work here: I must steal the artifacts.

I notice a trap door behind the guy. The artifacts must be hidden there, I think. But it’s a whole hideout full of people. One of them offers me to escort a slave to her buyer, I help her escape by escorting her to Ebonheart where I’ve never been before and don’t know the road. Takes a ton of time. I wander the countryside a bit, do a couple of other quests.

Eventually I get back. Check the hideout again, no dice, so the artifacts must be hidden somewhere else. Then I notice that right behind the guy is a chest. A 75% chest. That’s waaay higher than I can deal with. 

Well, this job is difficult, but it must be done. I go back to town and start trying to prepare. I need to be able to open this very difficult lock, and to stay hidden all the while.

I finish a couple of quests for the Mages Guld in the meantime, and notice that Invisibility isn’t as OP as I first assumed. In my first two Thieves Guild jobs, I used my birthsign invisibility power to steal in plain sight, and it worked perfectly. So I assumed that crime detection for some reason triggers at the beginning of the action, before you break invisibility, so it’s an overpowered mechanic that lets you do anything in the open. But apparently, I just was extraordinarily lucky and people didn’t notice because they happened to look away. Now I get reported even when the only guy in the room is facing the other direction. So my hope of using a free power for this was broken.

Which means I need a spell, or a potion, or an enchanted item. I do have custom Invisibility and Chameleon spells, but they’re very short duration - not enough to switch from spell to weapon stance, let alone pick a lock. I make a couple of longer variations, but of course they cost a ton and are very difficult to cast. I don’t know any ingredients with Chameleon (I haven’t actually checked of they even exist), there are no potions or scrolls on sale. Same with Open. My Alteration is too low, and the scrolls on sale are up to 60. Which means I must raise my Security and Intelligence, use the best lockpick, and hope for the best.

So I train. I level up a bunch of times. I spend time and effort on ensuring x5 modifiers. I grind out a lot of money along with Alchemy and Mercantile points, in the process finally finding out how to sell only one item in the stack (before that, I was moving the silder manually every time... absolute nightmare). I am now able to sell above cost. I make tours of various places, buying training and ingredients and selling potions. I go through all my ingredients and inventorize their effects. I steal some more expensive equipment from the poor alchemist who already lost her Grandmaster mortar and pestle to me. I install some UI mods (and starting to care about mods is a worrying sign that the excitement about a new game is beginning to wear off). I’m tired and frustrated. Finally, I get back to the place, because I have Mark there, which means I must do this now instead of more fun adventures unless I want to take a tedious journey again.

So. I buff myself with potions. I go transparent. The guy is looking away. So far so good.

I can’t open the lock in time. The glamour wears off, and the guy reports my crime and attacks me with fists.

But now I have nothing to lose. And I want to at least see what’s in there. So I keep picking the lock.

The chest opens. It’s a bunch of weapons and armor. No dwemer artifacts. This is the wrong place. My preparation was for nothing. 

I cast Calm on the guy. Now my bounty is 55. Maybe Calm counts as assault, maybe if’s for opening the chest, or maybe I took something from it, don’t remember.

Then something occurs to me. I type “tfh” in the console. I check the chest I opened, and a small chest hidden behind barrels.

The big chest my mark was standing next to belongs to the trader. His chest is a small one to the side. Its difficulty is just 35. I thought the job was twice as difficult than it was supposed to be.

But while all of this was happening, I thought: this is interesting. I’m actually doing crime. I’m getting a bounty for real theft for the first time in a singleplayer TES game (instead of “accidentally picking up owned object”). This is what this character is supposed to be doing. Because I’ve been feeling uneasy that she went legit almost as soon as she landed. She advanced so quickly in the Mages Guild, way faster than in Thieves Guild; she basically lives there; after the last job, the guild member near the door showers her with compliments so much it sounds she’s in love. Suddenly being an upstanding citizen for the first time in her life feels wrong. (Having no canon backstory is so nice. I can just make up any shit I want.) And so, even though I’m normally not at all above save scumming, I decide to leave this in. It’s good for the story.

So I teleport back to Balmora Temple, put on the aforementioned invisibility power and run like hell. I need to get to the Thieves Guild within a minute, and that’s on the opposide side of town. Thankfully, I get there safely in time, clear the bounty. I’m fine. Just to check, I teleport to the scene of the crime; the guy is not hostile. 

So while I’m at it, I try to open the correct chest. Nobody notices, miraculously. I get the goods and teleport the fuck out. The nightmare is finally over.

And you know what was the next job they gave me after this living hell? To retreive a bottle of booze from Ralen Hlaalo’s manor. You know, the house I moved in a while ago, where I store a lot of ingredients on the dead guy’s body and practice Alteration and lockpicking on a door? Yep. That’s the next job.

Whew. I’m glad this is over. Finally, I can get back to the main quest with free conscience...

#morrowind #blah blah blah #want a video game to make you feel like a complete idiot? play morrowind

[hylianmewmew]

blood & bramble master post

updates on fridays unless i feel like being nice >:3

here's a link to the playlist collection click me <3

the links

Wanderer (he/they) – Zelda + Zelda 2

Hare (they/it) – ALTTP + LA

Kokiri (he/him) – OOT + MM

Keeper (any) – OOS + OOA + ALBW

Smithy (she/he) – FS + TFH

Spirit (he/him) – WW + PH + ST

Minish (they/them) – MC

Twilight (they/he) – TP

Sky (he/him) – SS

Honor (he/they/she) – BOTW + TOTK

their magic

Wanderer – green + healing

Hare – alchemy + psychic

Kokiri – light + elemental (ice, water, wind, earth, fire)

Keeper – eclectic + item

Ravio – fiber/weaving + glamor

Smithy – weapon + combat

Spirit –  death + water

Minish – earth + runic (runes)

Twilight – hunting + shadow

Sky – wind + music

Honor – kitchen + forest

summary

Hylia has a new quest for 10 heroes of different eras; an ancient embodiment of evil has risen and will consume the worlds without intervention can these heroes stop the malice in time?

you can read the series here!!

tags

#blood and bramble au

#b&b au

#b&b au updates

#b&b au bRambles

#b&b au sneakie peekies

#loz #legend of zelda #links meet au #mew reblog #blood and bramble au #b&b au #blood and bramble au masterpost #b&b au bRambles #b&b au sneakie peekies

[justaleafinthewind]

Does anyone die in your WIP? How close do they get? 

#Tfh wanders #writeblr #writing #Wip #wip questions #ocs #killing off characters

[justaleafinthewind]

WIP: Into the West

So here’s the first bit of my current WIP, Into the West! It’s technically a sequel to Kansas but I feel like this part at least makes sense fine on its own... if you have any questions feel free to ask, and let me know if you want to hear more about Kansas--it’ll be published later this year!

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Today was a soup day, when a makeshift kitchen was opened outside the library and you could smell it for miles, which also meant Sunny could forgo tea and toast and instead take some of whatever they were serving, and that the market was opening later. The sun was shining palely in the feeble blue sky, the fog already dissipating and air growing inevitably warmer when she pulled a blue sundress over her head, laced her boots and grabbed a shawl on the way out the door.

“Mornin’, miss,” The man in the apartment across the hall waved as he disappeared down the stairwell, hatless and carrying a mug of coffee, bristly hair exposed as he made his daily run to the lobby for meds, and Sunny hurried to follow him. The landlady on duty today already looked tired, or maybe it was that she had never truly woken up. Before Sunny could say a word she had waved her away. 

“No mail yet,” she drawled.

“Oh well, thanks anyway, and have a good day!”

“Mhm.”

The air was cold but the sun was warm and Sunny turned her face to it as she escaped the shadow of the sandstone building and began the path towards the library. The streets were quiet--most people were getting or eating or on their way to or from soup--but she did pass two old men strolling along arm in arm, sharing a cup, a commuter from Lorsilo in a suit with a briefcase, staring at the cobblestones, and several children carrying a flat of large red oranges. 

At the kitchen Ian was in line a few people up, bouncing on his toes so that his book satchel swung from side to side and thudded against his legs, craning his neck to see over the heads of the crowd.

“Ian! Hey Ian, can I join you?”

“Ooh, yeah, sure, sure, come on up right here!” He was grinning, jostling around in an attempt to create space for his friend to stand. Exchanging sheepish apologies with another Lorsilan commuter, this one glued to his pager, Sunny slid in.

“So, how’s your morning been?”

“Late.” He snorted almost conspiratorially, still grinning and bouncing on his toes ever faster, satchel going wild.

“Sounds great,” Sunny couldn’t help but smile. The businessman behind them grunted and gave a disapproving look, which only made Ian’s eyes sparkle brighter with mirth, laughter now silent.

“I’m gonna be late for school, I’m already late for school, I’m missing my geography class, my teacher won’t be happy,” he sang. “I’m gonna be late for school, I’m already late for school, I’m missing my geography class… at least my knees aren’t flabby.”

Sunny burst out laughing. “Oh, a rhyme! Tell that to your geography teacher, they wouldn’t fail you with that masterpiece!”

“Well, her knees are kinda—”

“Move up!” The businessman behind them wasn’t too happy with their failure to realize that the server was waiting on them, and they tripped up to the counter, still struggling with giggles. Ian grabbed the first cup in line off the counter and skipped away.

“Good luck!”

“Bye!”

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I hope you enjoyed it! Let me know what you think!

Taglist: @vivian-is-writing, @mouwwie 

Send an ask/message if you want to be added or removed, thanks!

#writer #writeblr #wip #my wip #ocs #novel #ya novels #fantasy #tfh wanders

[justaleafinthewind]

I finally got around to doing a writeblr intro, so here we go!

Hello all! I’m new to Tumblr/Writeblr but I’ve been writing for a long time, so I’m excited to join another community! You can call me TFH.

I like writing (most of the time), and tea (all of the time), and reading (most all of the time), imagining things (also all of the time), and music--I sing, play the ukulele, am learning the cello, and attempt piano among other things. Nature in general is also great.

I generally write fantasy and LGBTQ+ love/friendship stories, so that’s what I’ll be posting along with the occasional Tolkien fandom contribution (Middle Earth is spectacular) or uplifting reminder. 

I’d love it if you could like/reblog this, and follow if you’re into anything I just rambled about--especially if you write POC or LGBTQ+ or disabled characters--so I can find more people to follow and connect with! Thanks so much!

~TFH

#writeblr #writeblr intro #fantasy #writer #lotr #tea #TFH wanders #reblog

[justaleafinthewind]

WIP: Into the West

Here’s a very short excerpt of one of my scenes from my current WIP. I hope you like it, and reblogs would be greatly appreciated!

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She had to remain present, in case—In case a semicircle of shadowy people-shapes suddenly appeared around a corner, talking in hushed whispers by the light of a few flickering handheld lamps, and in case Sunny was to be so focused on not tripping that she walked right into the center of them, and heard Robert yell, “Sunny!”

Immediately, several very concentrated, bright beams of light shot at her and she froze, a deer in headlights. It would’ve been funny if she hadn’t been terrified--probably fifteen people all staring at her, flashlights pointed at her in silence, while she stood there hunched over, fingers just barely touching the ground while the blindfold trailed slack from her wrists, hair partly coming out of the barrette she was wearing, arms and legs scraped and covered in dirt, bootlaces untied, eyes wide as saucers--though she couldn’t actually see anything, the flashlight beams were dazzling her--and mouth slightly open. Robert’s mouth was a round, perfect O, and he too was frozen with wide eyes, looking absolutely mortified. “Sh*t.” Sunny whispered, very slowly, and she could just hear Robert.

“Sh*t is right. Double sh*t.”

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Because this is related to my writing, I’m tagging: @vivian-is-writing and @mouwwie . Let me know if you want to be added to/removed from my general writing taglist! Thanks for reading!

#my wip #wip #writeblr #writing #excerpt #ocs #writer #fantasy #novel #tfh wanders

[justaleafinthewind]

What are your all-time favorite books?

#reading #books #tfh wanders

[justaleafinthewind]

WIP Intro: Into the West (tentatively titled)

Genres: fantasy, adventure, LGBTQ+, romance, YA fiction

POV: third person multiple

Status: drafting

Synopsis: This is a sequel to Kansas. It’s been two years since everyone finished up and said their goodbyes and went home--and suddenly war is upon them.

Azalea has gone back to the Upper realm and given all the information over to her father. He got his job back and all is well in that regard, but now her people are starting a war, since they want control over this new territory. Azalea, now equipped with a lavender camper bus that she really knows how to drive, flees her home to save herself but with no other real, clear idea of what she should be doing.

Sunny is from her new home in Cambelt untimely ripped and taken to the other realm to be questioned for information about her realm, and in a fit of panic gets the hell out of the building--only to run smack into Azalea’s camper. Turns out Zaylee’s been waiting for her, and then they’re off, speeding along the winding road and through the woods, trying to throw off anyone following them until they are forced to abandon the beloved car and backpack off through the wilderness on foot, following a river. The thing is, they’re falling slowly in love this whole time--staring a little too long, making excuses for their hands to touch, laughing much too hard at nothing. But then they find an old abandoned barn that no longer looks so abandoned, and are caught--by the ragtag army assembling to try to stop the humans from entering and conquering their realm. And who should be leading this section of the army but Marion Hollister, who quickly ropes them into her cause for fear of them being slaughtered if left alone--and then the battles begin.

In the end, Sunny returns home as Azalea urged her to, to her family and Jamone and her mother and everyone, to try to pick up the pieces of a life that felt as though it had never really been.

Characters:

Azalea Morroe

Sunny

Marion Hollister

Some of their Miscellaneous Friends 

(find full descriptions of them in my last post about Kansas!)

Author’s Note: So this is where the magic happens, and everything gets very gay and they have lots of fun together until they don’t, in war... I don’t know how I’ll ever be able to break away from these characters after this...

#new wip #my wip #wip #wip intro #writer #writeblr #ocs #novel #characters #sequel #tfh wanders

[justaleafinthewind]

WIP Intro: Kansas

Okay, so my computer froze and I lost my whole post, but here’s what I remember starting with off the top of my head and please pop into my asks if you want to know more! Thanks all!

Genres: fantasy, adventure, YA fiction

POV: third person multiple

Status: basically complete

Synopsis: Sunny is trying to save her family and her town from deadly drought by traveling across the desert to find her brother, who ran away when he was her age and hasn’t been heard from since, yet has the knowledge they need to restore the water systems--right now, nothing’s coming through the taps.

Azalea Morroe is thrown unceremoniously into the Lower Realm--a place that barely anyone believes in, inhabited by people like humans but not quite the same--and ends up trying to save her just-a-little-crazy father’s job and her family by gathering astronomy information from the fabled island where you can see planets and stars not known to humans. 

Sunny’s brother lives on the same island, and long story short they end up stealing a car and driving together across the desert...except that it turns out that the desert’s haunted, so they’re joined by a ghost boy and his dog, and that humans aren’t allowed there, so they’re nearly killed by a woman who turns to their side eventually, plus a legendary sandstorm shows up, so oh there goes the car and our good health. But they do make it to the coast and cross the strait to get to the island, where the tale must end... right?

Characters:

Azalea Morroe - a fifteen-year-old girl, human, only child, a bit of an adrenaline junkie, fierce and a bit impulsive but really a cinnamon roll, loves her father more than anything but love blinds, surprisingly resourceful, bi but it doesn’t come up in this book.

Sunny - also fifteen, girl but not human, one of five children, not too impulsive and tends to think more and do less physical learning, tall, also pretty resourceful but doesn’t do as well under pressure, lesbian but it doesn’t come up in this book.

Jamone - twenty-two, a little mischievous but also deeply kind and really has his heart in the right place, patient and funny and definitely grown up but loves and misses his family with all his heart, joy comes easily to him.

Sam - ghost stuck in fourteen-year-old physical form but probably fifteen-ish, one of Sunny’s folk, only child, has a stutter and is bullied by all the other ghosts, timid and shy and nervous but also really sweet just traumatized, has a Saint Bernard dog named Bo who is protective and amazing and we all love him to death.

Amelie - Sam’s mother, slightly younger than Marion, in a wheelchair from an illness that she managed to not die from somehow, an oil painter who lives in Cambelt.

Marion Hollister - also not human, probably fifty-something, has a sister who she’s not in touch with and a daughter who coincidentally also ran away to Cambelt at fifteen, really complicated relationship with the government she’s been roped into working for and her job, pretty stiff and clipped but also emotionally raw on the inside.

Author’s Note: So I submitted this to a book contest, and it actually WON, so my baby’s going to be published in September 2021! Look out for that! Also, I’m not sure why it took me so long to realize how gay it all is, but anyway they become lovers in the next book, when there’s also a war.

#my wip #wip intro #new wip #writeblr #writeblr intro #reblog #novel #ocs #tfh wanders

[justaleafinthewind]

I made a lil animation :)

I just started an Instagram account for it too so if you want to come support it’s @geranium_animationium and I’d love it!!

Please like and rb it helps y’all thx

#tfh wanders #artists on tumblr #artblr #animation #i made a thing #doodle #digital art

[justaleafinthewind]

My broadway hyperfixation has returned bear with me y’all

#tfh wanders #broadway #musicals

[justaleafinthewind]

@nana-writes tagged me to search for shine, cheek(s), body, trust, and lie. Thank you! I’m using Kansas.

Shine 

In Marion Hollister’s bathroom, the shower water turned almost black between Sunny’s toes, glittering with grains of sand. The gash on her forearm stung terribly in the scalding water, and it took nearly an hour to massage the dirt and grease from her hair. By the time she had closed the water valve, Sunny’s skin was shin[ing], rubbed red and raw from the rough soaps on Marion’s shelf—but nevertheless, she was cleaner than she had been in nearly a month.

Cheek 

Sunny was still crouched awkwardly on the floor, but this woman made no move to help her up. They stared at each other for a long moment, until Sunny broke eye contact, face suddenly burning. She pulled herself up from the carpet with an effort, to fall back rather clumsily onto the couch. 

“What is your name?”

“I’m… Sunny.” And before the woman could demand to clarify the pause in her voice, she added more forcefully, “I’m Sunny.”

“Good.” The woman nodded, almost to herself. “And that is your friend?”

“Azalea!” Zaylee was lying on a second chintz couch, a long gash bandaged along the length of her cheek but otherwise unharmed. Sunny made as if to stand again, but the tall woman’s hand shot out to grasp her shoulder, pulling her back. 

“She is resting. Do not wake her, she needs it badly.”

Body 

“AAAAARGH!!!” Sunny awoke the next morning to the sound of Azalea’s warcry, and pulled back the blanket that separated the bed area from the front of the car to see her flying across the passenger seat and punching it with all the strength in her body. When she stuck her head out, however, Sunny saw that she was not punching the leather, but rather a person. And the blows would have hurt very much if the person whom Azalea was punching had not been a ghost, and her fist had not sunk right through his nose.

Trust 

Guilt and longing were tearing her in two from the inside, and the rubberband remained around her middle, squeezing tighter than ever. Sunny allowed her eyes to close. It was all mixed up—promises and lies and betrayal and trust and death and life and friends and foes and family—and she had a way out that she had sworn not to take. Even in the words with which Amelie gave reasoning for her wishes, she planted seeds of doubt in Sunny’s mind, reminders of who was counting on her return. Sunny had promised herself that she would never leave Mama permanently that night with Azalea in the car. She had promised never to be like Jamone—and there was the catch.

Lie 

“What’s bringing you to Cambelt?” Was Azalea’s shameless early morning prompt.

Sunny could feel the color rising in her face, but she tried to push the hesitancy away. She had listened intently as her friend spilled the story of her father’s job and his plan to save it—of the stress that filled the air and intensified with every load of mail piled on the kitchen table, containing all the unpaid bills and penalty notices. She couldn’t lie now, not when Azalea had been so open. Not when she was already hiding her suspicions about the health of Henry Morroe’s mind.

I’ll tag @vivian-is-writing and @mouwwie, and feel free to participate even if I didn’t tag you! The words are: poor, shoe, left, and slim. Thanks everyone!

#tfh wanders

[justaleafinthewind]

🎵Taglist🎵

Since my WIPs are very similar (part of the same series) right now, I’m making things a bit easier for myself by having only one taglist.

Genres are: fantasy, adventure, LGBTQ+, YA fiction

Here is the full intro post for my novel Kansas, which is actually going to be published in 2021

and here’s the one for the sequel, tentatively titled Into the West.

Interact with this post (like, reblog, etc) if you want to be added! Thanks so much, all!

#writeblr #taglist #writing #wips #fantasy #ya fiction #adventure #lgbtq+ #novel #tfh wanders