Fun Fact, Theres A Whole Bunch Of Lore In My Head About Writers And How To The Stories They Create, They

Fun fact, there’s a whole bunch of lore in my head about writers and how to the stories they create, they are essentially the gods of that world, and how truly horrifying a reality with a writer in charge would be. I’ve spent way to much time thinking about the functions writers would play story wise

So essentially writers are cosmic beings which lie in the space between worlds. They weave worlds and the threads of fate within to craft what they consider a good story.

Each person in a universe is considered a character by the writers. Writers can control a character’s every action, however, a good writer will map things out, use the character’s notes in order to give them a life of their own.

Writers can take characters from worlds they did not make and put them into one they did, however this simply creates a copy of the character they took, and each writer handles things a bit differently, so the character will subtly change. Authors who do this regularly to create new worlds are Fanfiction Authors.

Writers use all sorts of methods to create worlds, wether it be the pen or the paintbrush, but they all have one thing in common. Stories.

Writers rarely appear human, rather they take the appearance of non-human animals in some capacity, but most notably, they always have an outer shell of sorts, which hides/protects the more eldritch parts of them. This shell comes usefull when they need to interact with the worlds they create, usually through self inserts, as it prevents their creations from going mad. Of course, they could write that out, but that’s such a tedious process.

The world has ended due to wars and magic, what words are you keeping, what words are you removing, and what words are you adding to the English language?

Don’t worry guys I’ve started working on my kaiju stuff again. Using the power of shoving my blorbos into the world to force myself to build it.

Aka: new chapters on Odds and Ends(or the lack thereof)

I had stopped updating it because I changed so much about the world, but then I remembered I don’t have to care about that and I can just do whatever I want because it’s an anthology and my fic.

Went a bit overboard today.

Doodle I did on my math homework

Why do the art always turn out good when I’m just goofin off?

Oh hey, Thoth here, you don’t mind if I just set this envelope containing a little snippet of what I’m working on your desk would you?… alright then… Just don’t open it, ok?

Open the envelope?:

“My name is Lyfrassir Edda, I am the new Head Archivist of The Magnus Institute, London. Due to recent events I have acquired a job here. Before this I worked as an inspector, and perhaps that’s what got me hired. Either way my employer, one Ms. Carmilla, seems happy with my placement here, and who am I to complain about getting a paycheck. She has given me three assistants. Their names are Ivy Alexandria, Raphaella La Cognizi, and… Marius Von Raum… I will not say much about them, but I hope I will not be needing their assistance often.”