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Hey, guys. This is a story I wrote to advertise for a special I’m running right now. I’m doing Halloween commissions for a flat rate of $60 USD ($63 if paying via PayPal to handle the fee. I’ll send an invoice.) I think I’ll offer the same deal to all of you on here at tumblr. My standards are simple. I don’t do adult content, and I reserve the right to refuse to do certain themes, if they go against my personal beliefs or make me too uncomfortable. If anyone is interested, drop me a note either through PM or ask and we’ll talk business. I reserve the right to take credit as the author and to post the work on my various posting pages. You as the commissioner will be credited as the one who paid for the story. If you choose to post the story anywhere, you must give credit to me as the author and the one you commissioned. With that said, I hope you all enjoy the story.

Brad strode over to the door. The hour was surprisingly late on that muggy September night. He’d been enjoying a murder mystery marathon, when the knock came. He flicked on the porch light, then pulled open the door to see … a fursuiter with a clip board?

“Bradley Sarthopan, AKA Sarkos the werewolf?” the fursuiter asked. His eyes were a piercing red that seemed almost to pulse, like hot coals. The fur was midnight black with bloody red accents along his muzzle, chest fur, and his three tails. Slick claws glinted in the fluorescent light of the porch bulbs.

“Who’s asking?” Brad narrowed his gaze suspiciously as he looked over the stranger.

“Forgive me. So rude of me not to introduce myself.” The fusuiter’s lips pulled back in a sneer, exposing sharp canid teeth and fangs. “You know me as Omnikitsune online, though around this time of year, I prefer to go by Ronoc. You did hire my services for a commission, didn’t you? I believe you said you were looking to become your fursona, yes, a powerful werewolf?”

“How did you get my address?”

“Why, by scrying you, of course.” The suiter began scrawling along the surface of his clipboard. “How else am I supposed to deliver my services, if I don’t give them a personal touch? Customer satisfaction is vey important to me, you know.

“O … kay, I think I’m going to shut my door now.”

“The man said with full intent of calling the police. After all, he wasn’t about to go about dealing with a potential lunatic. Except, as he was about to close the door, he was struck by a sudden sense of vertigo. His shoulder slammed into the door frame as he leaned against it for support, a sudden feverishness overtaking his usual calm demeanor.”

Brad panted heavily as he felt a sudden pain in his shoulder. Both hands clutched at the door as the moist air blew in over his face. “Wh-what the hell?” he huffed.

“Oh, trust me, you’re not in hell, though I could arrange it, I suppose, assuming you’d prefer to be a were-hellhound. Then again, your kind are also known as the hounds of God, so perhaps you could find a way into hell at that,” the Kitsune mused as he tapped a claw against his chin in thought. The clipboard was hovering questioningly at his side, the pen scrawling, even as he stared pensively in Brad’s direction. “But that would make it too long, and I like to balance exposition with the transformation. After all, we both know we’re not made of money, Mister Sarthopan.”

Brad had had enough. He clenched a hand firmly around the doorknob and slammed the door home, then stumbled toward the kitchen with his stomach reeling. His phone sat connected to its charger atop the breakfast nook between two great windows. All he had to do was reach it, call the police, and they’d sort out this mess. He clutched at the high countertops along the way, like a life line, using them to guide his steps, despite the rising light-headedness and sudden burning beneath his skin. He panted more heavily, then finally lunged for the table as the world spun, yet again. He was rewarded with the cold sensation of tile against his cheek.

His heartrate picked up as he heard the familiar scrabbling clack of keratin along the hard surface. Moments later, a familiar set of paws met his gaze across the legs of the table. His ears burned with the sound of the pen scratching and rumbling across the page as it continued to write.

“Now, Mister Sarthopan, that was very much uncalled for. After all, I’m here to help you.” The man let out a heavy sigh as his tails swayed idly, brushing the floor and other places as they each moved independently of one another. “But I suppose that position suits you, all things considered. Shall we resume the story?”

“Wh-what did you … do to me?”

“As I said, I’m writing your story, Mister Sarthopan. It’s quite simple, really.” And suddenly, those blazing red eyes were staring Brad in the face as he struggled to push himself into an upright position. “You commissioned my services, and I always deliver, whether my clients want me to or not,” he practically purred as he ran his clawed hands through Brad’s hair, gently scratching the scalp and forcing a shudder to pass down the man’s spine.

Brad huffed as the heat continued to build and sweat began to bead his brow. The dizziness had dulled into a sort of numb tingling that spread deep into his bones, not unlike when his dentist shot him up with novocain.

Omni, or Ronoc, as he said he preferred to be called, rose to his feet, his eyes still boring deeply into Brad. He opened his mouth, and his voice spoke in a curiously dual tone that seemed almost to echo, reverberating through the room and through Brad.

“The man that was not a man looked down on his client, a wicked sneer on his face as he watched with unwholesome delight. The tingling along Brad’s scalp intensified and flowed down to his ears as slowly, ever so slowly, the cartilage began to warp and shift. And the longer Brad listened, the sharper his hearing became, the voice consuming everything, growing louder, more prominent with every passing second. And as his hearing sharpened, so, too, did his ears, tugging, shifting, warping, until they had taken on a distinctly canid point.”

Brad gasped again as the words licked at his thoughts, like fingers gently massaging his ears. It felt … so good. So very, very good. His eyes rolled in the back of his head as a dull rhythmic tapping sounded behind him.

“He was helplessly enthralled in the words of this mysterious stranger. The magic of the narration controlled him entirely as, with a single flick of a furred hand, both blinds shot up to let the radiant light of a full moon blaze into the dark tiled room, casting the narrator in shadow, so that only his burning eyes were visible, along with his wicked grin.”

Brad looked on in utter shock as the man did exactly as he had narrated, and the curtains obeyed, drawing themselves to reveal the silvery rays. He slammed his hands on the table and slowly pulled himself up, so his elbows could rest there. The full moon glowed radiantly, its orb so large behind the narrator. Ronoc’s tails writhed, like the tendrils of some demonic entity, as he stared with those hungry, pulsing eyes.

And still the pen scrawled. Still, the narration continued, unabated, recording the teller’s words in utter exactness. For, what else could the pen have been doing?

“All right, you. No need to get cheeky on me,” Ronoc said as he chided the pen, breaking the contact he’d held with his victim.

“Care to rephrase that?”

…

The contact he’d held with his victim commissioner.

“Much better. Let’s not forget who’s in charge here.”

You do realize meta theory suggests that we’re just pawns in a larger author’s game, corr–?

“One more dalliance into that territory, and you’re going to find yourself a pile of ashes and slag. Are we clear?”

The pen quickly made sure to correct its error, the moment its master released it, hastily scrawling its apology in the form of the steady narration its master desired, though grammar demanded it place the question mark to end the cut-off its master had executed so, well, masterfully.

“Much better.”

A low, guttural rumble pulled the kitsune’s attention back to the table, where a heaving Bradley continued to pant, his tongue stretching out beyond the confines of his lips, which had begun to lose their texture, becoming darker, slick, almost rubbery as his irises began to radiate the same silver as the moon that had so totally entranced him.

“Oh, look at that. You made me miss one of the best parts. I wanted to narrate that.” The kitsune pouted at the pen. “What am I going to do with you?”

The pen continued to scrawl faithfully, lest it face the aforementioned wrath its master had promised.

“Well, at least you’re starting to get the hang of the basics.” Ronoc sighed and shook his head. “Honestly, it took you months to break that ridiculous habit of repeating words in the same sentence.” He rolled his eyes. “Interns.”

The pen was not quite sure why its master had designated it an intern, but a snap of its master’s fingers and the glow of the runes that gave it life and power quickly pulled its thoughts away from such meaningless things. Its purpose was to write the story as its master told it and as it unfolded, and it would fulfill that requirement.

“Now then, so sorry to keep you waiting, Mister Sarthopan. I believe it’s time we returned to helping you transition, yes?”

A low growl escaped Brad’s throat as the muscle around his neck clenched and expanded, while the surface of his skull began to shift, like so much clay, flattening and stretching under the master’s guidance.

“By now, Bradley had become subsumed by the heat and the pleasure radiating in waves through his body. He arched his back as his spine pressed out against his skin, becoming more prominent as his feet began to rise up on their balls, while his heels stretched higher with his lengthening ankles to create the beginnings of thick, powerful paws. A loud crack sounded as his waist readjusted with his rapidly swelling thighs to create powerful haunches lined with taut muscle, waiting to pounce.”

The kitsune chuckled wickedly as he approached the deforming human. He ran a single claw down the back of a shirt that was barely holding onto Brad’s muscular frame. A loud tear rang out as the fabric finally gave way to Brad’s bulk, easily shredding along the line the kitsune had started, once the collar had been broken through. Thick hairs had begun to form along his back, and a second set of hairs were spreading down from his head to form a set of guard hairs, while more hair grew in along the sides of his face in a form of exaggerated sideburns.

“The kitsune continued to go about his work, crouching down to the rapidly changing humanoid’s new hindquarters. With a deft swipe along the waist, the garments slid uselessly to the ground, exposing his mostly bare hindquarters. A loud series of clicks and pops sounded as, link by link, a ropey tail pushed its way out. The guard hairs were swift to follow, completely obscuring the ridges of Brad’s spinal column and flowing like a waterfall to consume the new appendage as the moon’s light dyed it silver with darker hints of gray underneath.”

Ronoc’s grin was one of pure delight as he pranced back to the other end of the table and peered at the clipboard.

“Pranced? Really? Revise that. I don’t prance; I stroll with confidence, style, debonair,” the egotistical Kitsune said. He growled at the pen. “I may have an ego, but that is not something the audience needs to know.”

If the pen could sigh, it would have. Instead, it continued to write, making a note to revise the content of its recording later, using proofreader’s marks and notes along the margin.

“That’s better.” The kitsune nodded as he returned his focus to Brad. He ran his fingers over the man’s face, brushing down the bridge of his nose to touch the tip and prick it with the edge of his claw. The reaction was instantaneous as Brad’s now much more canid tongue curled up and ran over the spot. When it dropped back down again, a shiny, moist black patch had appeared. It spread rapidly as his nostrils flared and expanded into the beginnings of a canid snout.

“As the moon continued to beam on the shifter, his face reacted in kind, stretching almost yearningly towards the moon. The former man’s head soon finished its transition, growing a powerful muzzle with snapping jaws and sharpened fangs. Dark claws gouged the table’s surface as thick, rough pads began to inflate along his palms and finger tips, followed by shrinking and contorting as the fingers retracted into the four toes and dew claw that made up a wolf’s paw, while knees and elbows shifted to fit his new quadrupedal state.”

The former human had grown to the size of a lion, made all the larger by the density of his new muscle and guard hairs. His mane rustled as his head snapped forward in a powerful sneeze, followed soon after by a yawning whine, and finally a long howl. Ronoc’s eyes flashed, and the massive canid immediately cut off, approached the fox, then sat down on his haunches.

“There you are, ‘Sarkos.’” The kitsune smirked as he ran his hand over the huge wolf’s head. The wolf panted in delight, its tongue lolling out of its mouth. “Just as promised. You’re a werewolf now, and a mighty fine specimen, if I do say so, myself.” A scarlet collar materialized around the canid’s neck, followed by a series of tags that jingled as they collided with one another. “And you are going to make an excellent guard dog at my store, until you pay off your debt.”

The newly dubbed Sarkos rose up on his hind paws and stuck his forepaws along either of the kitsune’s shoulder, before licking his face in gratitude.

“All right, all right. That’s enough of that. Down, boy. Heel.”

Sarkos’ eyes flashed, and he obeyed without question.

“Good boy.” Ronoc chortled wickedly. “I can’t wait to see you build up a proper pack to patrol my store. How about you?”

Sarkos’ tail wagged rapidly as he began to pant and rubbed his head against the kitsune’s leg.

“Excellent. Let’s get going, shall we?” He snapped his fingers, and the back door near the kitchen swung open to reveal a long hallway flanked by endless shelves. “Go on,” he urged. “Your partner is waiting for you. It’s best you two get acquainted.”

Sarkos required no further prompting. He bounded through the portal, leaving Ronoc to himself. The kitsune turned then, and stared off into space. “And as for the rest of you folks watching out there, I know you’re listening, so listen well. I’m happy to perform commissions for you all, too. Just make sure you’re ready to pay. Magic doesn’t come free, you know.” He chuckled. “But I’m sure most of you can afford the rates. And it is most definitely worth it. Now then,” he sneered, “how about we make a deal?”

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In the kingdom of leiren(Lee-ren), There is a is a small village deep it the forests of the Miruu Mountains. There was a happy village, children played and laughed, as they’re mothers prepared super and their fathers tended to their small plots of land and cattle.

Not far from the village there was a small humble temple, the few monks there would take in orphaned children, and teach them as well as the children of the village about basics of life and how to take care of one’s self.

One day during the time of harvest in the village, the monk by the name of Gabel was teaching that day, he decided to teach the young children about the God of their land. He said that their God was a great and powerful beast that had protected the land since before their ancestors were born.

During their break time most of the children whispered and talked about what kind of beast their god may look like, however there was child, called Haldir, who did not talk about the god nor did he interact with the other children for you see he was the outcast of the group, the strange one, no other child would go near him let alone talk to him.

Reason being that he was a strange child, for he was a child that was abandoned, by his parents if he had any, they didn’t know. It was unknown as to who abandoned him, for he was found outside the shrine, of the land god, in the Middle of a clear summer night, with a fullmoon in view and fireflies flying around the temple and shrine. That wasn’t the only reason either, because he had sky blue hair, pink eyes, slightly long elvish ears and fair pale skin, the other children thought it was strange, thought that he wasn’t born from some family from the village or that maybe his strange skin and eye colour were the reason for his abandonment. For everyone else in the village had dark coloured hair and light tan skin, as for their eyes some had brown and others had blue, there was even a few children with both eye colour. So he often keeps his eyes closed so no body sees them and dyes he hair, trying to fit in but to no avail.

So he sat in acorner of the temples garden, away from the other children and just looked up at the sky. As he stared at the sky, he thought about Why he was he abandoned? Was it the land gods will for him to end up at the temple? And to be ignored by the other Children?. Whilst in thought, an old monk walked up to he and asked “Haldir why aren’t you interacting with the other children?” Kneeling down in front of him.

Haldir replies “I try father Erart, I really do but every time I try to talk to them they ignore me or the walk way.”

Erart places an hand on Haldir shoulder “give them time, from they know no better, they only know how to treat you like that because they see how the villager treat you. It’s not completely their fault.”

“I know that father but still….never mind it doesn’t matter” he smiles at Erart, hiding the loneliness he feels.

Erart stands up brushing off the dry mud dust from his robe “haldir”

“Yes father Erart?” He asks.

“Would you like to come read some dusty old books with me?, keep me company for a bit?” He asks in reply, peering down at Haldir.

Haldir look up at Erart and smiles “I would be happy to be up reading companion father Erart” he stands up and walks with Erart to the temple library, when they got to the library father Erart grabs the book he had yet finished reading and sat down, continuing reading when he had left of. As for Haldir, he began to glance over the dusty books on the shelf, looking for a book that may catch his attention. As he was looking for a book in the maze of book shelves, on a book shelf again a wall, he found one of the books out of place, so he decided to push it back into place, as he did he heard a very strange, repeating click sound, the the sound stopped.

Within moments of the sound stopping, the was a sudden loud thud that may haldir jump. He came out of the maze and to check on father Erart, Erart was sound asleep in his chair and his book laid pages open across his stomach. Haldir gave a sigh of relief that nothing happened to father Erart. However he had become very curious as to what that sound was so he he when back to where that out of place book was. But it was no longer there is stead the was a big empty door way of sort where that book shelf was meant to be.

What the!? Where the book Shelf!? And why is they a big hole in the Wall!? He asked him self, not wanting to think about it any more than that he decide to leave the maze of shelves, but as he was about to leave his curiosity got the better of him, back at the entrance of the hole I the wall the, thought one little look in side won’t hurt?….Right? So he peered in side.

In side the hole it as pitch black nothing could be seen no even the slightest cobweb, in that moment he felt something brush past his feet, he looks down to see a rat next to his feet, startled by the rat he jumps back and notices some stairs leading down into the darkness.

How far do these stairs go down? Where do these stair lead Too? He asked him self. After a moment of thinking Haldir decided to descend down the the stairs, in the pitch black darkness he walk, go further and further down the stairs, going deeper and deeper underground. After about ten minutes of walking he saw something glowing about 10 to 15 steps front of him, as he kept walking, the light getting closer and closer till he reached what seemed to be the bottom of the stairs, there was clearly no windows nor lite torches for light, yet on the was there were square of some sort of gem like rock that glowed giving light to a hallway about 7 meters long and a meter and a half in width. At the end of the hall way the was an old wooden door that looked to be over a century old. The lock on the door was worn and rusted, so must so that with just a slight push on the door the lock fell of making a lot clanging sound and the door opened, revealing…

If you get them until you get the final boss, confronting the final boss will be the main objective of the final area. If you get them form all the bosses, then you will finish the collection once the final boss is beaten. And if you get them for specfic objectives, then completing each area and beating the major boss will still give you one of them. Please put your ideas in the comments if you have any of course, but don’t just click it, cause that isn’t an option unless you actually have an idea.

My first full (and eventually finished) original work on ao3. Published anonymously but affiliated with this blog. Follow Santhyma, a warlock, and Guilan, a half-fae - half-elf, after a war that hit them both hard. Now cohabiting, something is coming in the way of the healing they have both been pursuing

Story ideas!

These are some story ideas I have! 1: Cursed Forest Romance* (Strangers to friends to lovers romance)

-A story about a prince, James, who runs away from his kingdom because his father, the king, is forcing him into marriage and ends up in a forest which is known to be cursed. He's saved by a warlock (male witch), Adrian. They slowly become friends and then realize they're falling for each other. 2: Deadly Love* (Enemies to friends to lovers / Fantasy) -Two assassins from opposing teams, Vida and Noelle, are assigned to kill each other but end up saving each other instead. They decide to lie and say they killed each other. They run away together but what they don't know is that two other assassins from their teams, twin siblings Elijah and Caspia, are following them and trying to expose them to their bosses. Vida and Noelle begin to develop feelings for each other over time and have to stay undercover together. 3: My Stalker, My Lover (Romance fake-out / Horror / BookTok parody) -A girl named Clara is one of THOSE BookTok girls who wishes they were stalked because of all of the romance book that she reads portray stalking as something "cute" and "romantic" (which it isn't). One day, she wakes up in what she believes to be a romance novel. The "love interest", her boss Enzo, starts doing your typical BookTok male love interest things but then Clara notices strange things happening. Stuff in her apartment starts to go missing and it isn't just random things, it's things like knives. She eventually discovers that Enzo isn't in love with her, he's trying to lure her into a false sense of security before making her life a living hell by stalking and threatening her before killing her. Now she has to escape from Enzo before it's too late.

4: Lady Red and The Rainbow Legion (Magical Girl Story) (This more of a series concept than a book concept but whatever)

(Check the post made after this. There's too much to put here)

5: Love Beneath the Waves* (Fantasy / Friends to lovers romance) - A male siren, Armin, saves a human man, Damien, who had fallen off of his boat while drunk. Damien promises not to tell that Armin is a siren but a local hunter, James, overhears this and tries to hunt down Armin. Armin and Damien explore each others worlds and start to fall in love with each other. Damien has to protect Armin from James and Armin has to protect Damien from his siren sisters who want all humans dead.

*Name is a work in progress

Some additional sketches to my previous post (aka Dawn's ref sheet) because I felt like it.

Two other OCs of mine: Alistair (right) and Bean (left)

They're very dear to me because first of all, Bean is my first ever OC, like, literally :D

And Alistair gotta be my most iconic character design AND personality wise!

man i love her i wish women were real

Redesign of Lyra, the sub-commander of the wizard clan

I didn't like the previous one because it had very saturated colors and because I think I could have done a better costume design jiji.

+ a bit of the inspiration and guides I used to create the wizard clan costume, maybe I'll go deeper into this and other territories/races from my story ;)

(Sorry for my bad English (?) I used the translator KSKSKSJS)

Quick drawing I made to test Medibang 🫏

(Maybe I'll talk about this character later, for now shhh 👀)

✨Ánthraka kingdom Clothing Guide ✨

The models are Keelan and Ivanna, heir siblings and descendants of the kingdom of Ánthraka.

Ánthraka are creatures that have magic to control and manipulate coal as they want. Those of low rank are known as the “téfra” since they are creatures that seem to be made of ashes, while those of high rank are closer to the human image (like Ivanna and Keelan) and have a symbol (the one that appears in the image).

Currently it is an almost extinct kingdom, because due to the Thnitós kingdom, people from other territories/clans/species brand them as demons and guilty of the death of a member of the Thnitós family.

(sorry for the english (?))

Kane and Lucie to keep the account from dying + a posing practice (or something like that 🤺)

By the way, I'd like to start doing something with my kids' lore, I just don't know where to start lol, If anyone has a suggestion or something similar, it would help me a lot if you tell me in the comments. Thank you for your attention 🫶

I revive to introduce Prince Lars; he goes into the dark mountain to search for the creature that will save his kingdom.

I also made these 2 comics, because I wanted to ✌️

Maybe I'll keep making these little comics while I decide whether to make the Wattpad-style story (?) or make it a webtoon-style comic or something like that.

⚠️Lots of Text and Lore⚠️

Sketches I made while trying out medibang! :D (someday I'll find a program I totally like, until that day comes I will continue trying different programs ༎ຶ⁠‿⁠༎ຶ)

↑ My dear Lucie (⁠ʃ⁠ƪ⁠＾⁠3⁠＾⁠）

↑ Height difference between Marin, Lucie and Kane (⁠.⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠)

Now, a little information about the relationship between these "main" characters (Marin and Aldebaran (I forgot to draw Aldebaran (⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠), but he's the cat I sometimes draw with Lucie) aren't as important as Lucie and Kane, but they're still important lol):

Lucie:

• Lucie is curious about Kane and what led him to become a bounty hunter, since you don't usually see many "travelers" in the moorland, much less bounty hunters.

• Lucie sees Marin as a mother figure, so she feels both respect and admiration for her, feelings that lead her to do her best to make Marin proud.

Kane:

• Kane is initially afraid and distrustful of Lucie, but as they learn more about the moorland they become indispensable to each other.

• Kane knows that Marin is known as the most powerful in the moorland, so he feels respect towards her.

Marin:

• Marin is known as the "River Witch" and the most powerful in the moorland. She is also Lucie's tutor/teacher, which is why the inhabitants of the Moorland often know Lucie as "The Witch's Favourite" or "The Witch's Apprentice".

• Because of her relationship with Lucie, she is often on alert for Kane and his closeness to her apprentice.

Shhh, they're asleep 🤫

(I'm already starting to think about the name of the story, I'll tell you soon ;))

Kane's final design (⁠ﾉ⁠◕⁠ヮ⁠◕⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠*⁠.⁠✧

I decided to take off his hat and make him a more elaborate costume because the previous one was very "simple" compared to the rest of the characters. Although he will no longer have a hat, he now has a bow, arrows, and is still a bounty hunter.

FIRST PANEL OF THE COMIC 🗣️🗣️🗣️

...it doesn't have a name yet. BUT I'VE ALREADY STARTED IT 🗣️🗣️

I know, I know, the background is humble but hey I already started drawing the story and I hope to soon have the first "chapter" (and the name) :D

More designs (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)

I can't talk much about them because they are VERY VERY important for the development of the story.

I will only say that they are the princesses of the mortal kingdom (in the moor it is known as the 'Thnitós kingdom')

But I'll still give you little information about them, hehe

Dahlia, the older sister and therefore was the heir to the throne of this kingdom, and she stood out for her great ability to be a leader.

Rania, the middle sister, was known for her bad mood, her caution towards the creatures of the moor, and her devotion to the kingdom and her family.

Adara, the youngest sister, she was considered the most beautiful of the three due to her appearance, which was seen almost as an "angel", What the people did not know was that all this was the cause of an illness that also gave her slight blindness. Because of that (and because her hand was the most requested), her father decided to limit her access to the castle exits.

Here's something else. Sorry if this is a little confusing, but the creature that I drew before isn't related to this planet at all.

I don't have a name for this because that is the one thing I suck at when it comes to worldbuilding.

But, this is the setting for a new story I'm writing!

I'll probably share more on it with another post I'm making, so look forward to it if you're interested.

But I wanted to detail some things about this planet, so let's begin 😁

Basic concepts

So, I wanted to do something that wasn't the typical fantasy Huge Ass Grass Field™ so I sat and came up with a really annoying concept that hurt my brain when I first made it.

That was essentially this:

Hell as the Ice world

The Ice World as a hot area

The Jungle as a desert

And lastly the desert as a jungle

From there, I came up with this concept that the planet is split into two halves. Two surface halves and two core halves. Inhabitants of each area have their own unique characteristics and usually don't intermingle. Kind of like states, counties, regions, or provinces. I decided to call them regions for reference.

Students (which aren't kids) of these regions eventually have to expand their horizons and either take up an occupation in their origin region or leave and expand their studies outside their region.

In this case, my MCs are the latter and are leaving their home region to explore the surface.

Characteristics

Since these regions are unnamed, I'll refer to them by their basic comparisons.

The surface

This half is a temperate iceland.

Characterized by it's massive icebergs/icicles. Inhabitants live on the very top of the icicles in order to stay close to the sun.

However, the surface isn't a frozen wasteland like it appears. The surface is actually warmer than the sky, but there's no way to grow anything on the surface as the ground is perpetually frozen. So, the Ice inhabitants remain in the sky instead.

The Core

A Frozen Hellscape

This half is colder than the surface due to the pockets of magma being closer to the surface. These pockets of magma are the core's only source of light. (I just though of this. Since the magma would be between the icicles, the ice would refract the light and in my head that sounds so pretty!)

Having an abundance of almost everything makes this region the most prosperous.

They have everything from food, jewels, gems, precious metals, and other natural resources.

Second Surface

This world's desert.

The tree is so big that it completely covers the entire surface on it's side. Making the ground below it devoid of sunlight.

I compared it to something like a farmer's crop field with no crops and just plowed soil.

However, the tree acts as the inhabitant's only source of food. This tree can grow any and all kinds of fruit, it also protects from natural disasters and is home to the world's largest collections of animals and bugs.

Second Core

This one's my favorite.

A tangle jungle.

Consisting of the roots from the surface tree, the inhabitants live within the roots system. The roots are so huge that buildings can be built on them.

The roots are searching for water that seeps into the ground from the Hell Core above it, but the roots can't go any further as they'll freeze.

Every location does have a kind of relationship and the cores well get along as the surfaces do. There is a bit of discrimination from everyone as most core dwellers think surface dwellers are soft and weak while surface dwellers believe those in the core are brutish and vile.

It's nothing major, just your typical region skirmish.

This is a recent WIP of mine, so I don't have much more to add but that, but I do have a bunch of facts in my head, so, if you wanna ask about something, I'd be more than happy to answer anything!

Other than that, thanks for reading~ 🍂