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1 year ago
First Page Sketch Is A Mess But It's Something

First page sketch is a mess but it's something


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1 year ago

I suppose I should have introduced myself. I'm Punny, and this is my page for brain rot and hyperfixating on my projects. Feel free to strap in, get comfy and join me as I do my goofy ahh projects.

Tags for the novel: #d class #d class art


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1 year ago

Okay real. The next poll will be VERY IMPORTANT for the release schedule!


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1 year ago

The campaign isn't done yet so even the big doc may get updated.

Also the small updates will most likely be how the novels will be split.

My editors have elected to wait until the story is fully done so either way the final doc will be different even after I'm done posting.


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1 year ago

Alright. Unanimous votes once again. I like it!

I am working on finishing part one (name pending) and I am hashing out where I'll actually be posting all the parts.

Parts will eventually become books after editing and paneling is all done.

In the meantime, I'll be posting sketches and updates!

Much love!!


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1 year ago

The site is coming along well! It will likely be up later next week and be under construction for a bit longer. Bios and pictures will be added as the weeks go on! Stay tuned for the site launch!

Much love!

Here's a sketch for your troubles!

The Site Is Coming Along Well! It Will Likely Be Up Later Next Week And Be Under Construction For A Bit

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1 year ago

Lol so that didn't happen. Things are going a lot slower and between dog sitting and holidays and more D-Class sessions (WOOOOO) I haven't gotten much done.

I have a lot of sketches for profiles on the site and a lot of writing left for part one (really it's book one but I'm not ready for that kind of commitment).

I'm starting class this week too, so that also limits my time. I'm really going to try guys, I really am. Thank you all for your patience. Here are some personal portrait ideas I didn't end up using for your troubles!

Much love!

Lol So That Didn't Happen. Things Are Going A Lot Slower And Between Dog Sitting And Holidays And More
Lol So That Didn't Happen. Things Are Going A Lot Slower And Between Dog Sitting And Holidays And More

The site is coming along well! It will likely be up later next week and be under construction for a bit longer. Bios and pictures will be added as the weeks go on! Stay tuned for the site launch!

Much love!

Here's a sketch for your troubles!

The Site Is Coming Along Well! It Will Likely Be Up Later Next Week And Be Under Construction For A Bit

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1 year ago

The results are in! The website will wait!

And y'all đŸ„č seriously thank you. Knowing you have my back means the world. Much love! Will try and make some progress after things slow down!


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10 months ago

RRRRRRAAAAAAAHHHHH BOOK ONE OF THE D CLASS ADVENTURERS IS DONE

(in draft form)

So now I need your help. I'm looking for editors.

If you or a mutual is interested in fantasy novels and is willing to proofread and help edit this project, send me a message!!

I'm still in shock that I actually did this before 2024.

RRRRRRAAAAAAAHHHHH BOOK ONE OF THE D CLASS ADVENTURERS IS DONE

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3 months ago
Guys Trying To Muster Up The Inspiration To Write Is Really Hard. I've Sketched A Couple D-Class NPCs

Guys trying to muster up the inspiration to write is really hard. I've sketched a couple D-Class NPCs and have planned to start Book 2 Chaos in Cogdel for like 3 months.

I WILL DO IT BEFORE 2025 HELP ME MANIFEST THIS YALL.

This is the obligatory ??? Month "I ain't dead just got writers block" post


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1 year ago

I have a question towards the Heaven official's blessing fandom. I am new and I am quite confused with the novels. It says there are 6 books out, but then I see that the series is completed and it says there are 8 in total?


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4 months ago

Flesh and Bone | Chapter 1

Flesh And Bone | Chapter 1

My father always told me to never aim for the head. He explained that a headshot would always result in a murder. Murders, he said, were never necessary, no matter who it was you were shooting at. When he taught me how to use guns as a young girl, it was always for self-defense- that and hunting, which was a hobby of his. He taught me to always aim for the legs in order to immobilize the enemy. In situations like the present, however, I find myself having no other choice than to blow these fuckers’ brains out.

However, as I look down at the trembling, pathetic figure below me, my gun pressed against its forehead, I do not see the same lifelessness in its eyes as the creatures I’ve killed time and time again. In fact, it looks quite a bit like a real woman. I’m entitled to disbelief, however, as I haven’t seen another living human in weeks since the infection. 

“N-No! Please, please, don’t kill me!” she pleads tearfully, her voice shaking with a humanity I cannot deny. “I promise, I-I’m not one of those- those things! I’m alive! I’m-”

“Alright! Alright,” I reply coldly, slowly lowering my gun as I gaze down at her. I notice her blond hair is extremely unkempt and riddled with knots and dirt, dried blood encrusting and hardening strands of her hair. Her pale yet rosy skin is dusted with dirt and blood, giving her a rather pitiful appearance. She’s also covered quite a bit in a black substance, likely the fluids that leak from those wretched creatures.

“Th.. thank you,” the woman says, her breathing shallow and uneven as she stares up at me. “I.. I didn’t know there were.. any humans anymore.”

I give an acknowledging grunt, my blank if not hostile expression remaining as I slowly begin to inch away from her. I turn and begin to make my way in the opposite direction when I hear her voice again.

“W-Wait! Wait,” she begs, her voice cracking. “Please, I-I don’t know what to do. I don’t have any way of defense, I’m barely able to fucking survive. I need help.” 

I don’t turn to face her quite yet, frozen in my tracks as I listen to her. I stay silent for a moment, sighing softly as I frown at the ground below me. I haven’t even been in contact with another human being, let alone had to take care of one. I can’t possibly do this. It’s dog-eat-dog out here.

“Please,” the woman pleas again, her words now in a weakened whisper. She sounds as if she’s about to cry. “I-I’m scared.”

Her words suddenly pierce through me, more than anything has been able to for a long while. I remember being scared. God, what an awful experience. Feeling weak and helpless. Such bullshit.

I reckon a lot of people had to have been in her position when the infected first attacked. I wouldn’t know much of it, since my father had kept me as far away from the bloody scenes as he could. I only ever saw the aftermath. Dead bodies, creatures that are zombie in nature, and a once-thriving city in stained ruin.

This could have been me.

 Reluctantly, I turn to face her again, taking in the pitiful sight of her. My eyes dart to a few wounds on her body that look painful and possibly infected. My shoulders relax the slightest bit, and my scowl subsides. 

“Can you walk?” I ask lowly. I watch as she struggles onto her feet, but her limp is evident and distressing, and that answers my inquiry. I carefully approach her and lay one hand on her back and the other just above her knees before gently lifting her off of the ground and into my arms. She’s surprisingly light for a woman of her age and height, so I’m able to manage well.

Without another word, I once again begin to make my way through the broken-down city. The dust in the air seems to be ever-present, if it can even be considered air. With our chances, it contains the very chemical that started the infection. But thus far, I haven’t been harmed by it, and so I move on.

I remember when this place was a place of safety and security. With the streets flooding with life, and butterflies and birds fluttering in the air above. So many smiles. I know damn well it’s foolish as hell to keep reminiscing about it, but it’s near impossible not to. I do miss those days. 

But they’re gone. And they will not be returning.

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I stop at a small neighborhood house - its garage, more specifically - and delicately set the girl down so I can unlock the garage door and lift it open. I turn around to cautiously scan the area before turning back to the woman and helping her up. She grunts lightly when her wounded leg and arm bend as I move her, wincing as I carry her into the garage and set her on a red couch before I close the sliding metal behind me. I take a breath before turning around to face her again, studying her wounds from afar. 

Her expression seems a bit shaken still, which is reflected in her trembling body as well. I just can’t help but pity her. Though, that may be the surprise of seeing another person after all this time. I take my time to rummage around the room before taking a roll of gauze out of a dusty drawer that’s leaning against the cold wall and approach the girl, kneeling in front of her and unwrapping the gauze, beginning to wrap it around her leg wound first. I wrap it tightly, and she inhales sharply often, her leg twitching and jerking away at times in response to the pain. 

“Quit moving,” I scold. “I can’t bandage you if you don’t stay still.” She nods in understanding, and I notice that once I return to my work, she seems to manage enough for me to get the job done. She winces a bit, but she stays relatively still. Once I finish up with the wound on her arm, I pull away from her and look her over. 

She looks at me with a slightly confused look.“Are you.. going to disinfect it? Or.. or whatever you-”

“No. Not enough clean water for that,” I simply reply, wiping my hands off with a nearby cloth before standing up again. I make my way over to a chair a few feet away from the couch, take both my knife sharpener and knife out of my pockets, and begin carefully sharpening the blade, small sparks appearing in the wake of each swipe. There’s a bit of dried blood encrusting the metal, dirtying it.

“Who are you?” she asks. I don’t answer, not bothering to look up from my hands as she just looks at me, shuffling a bit in her seat, which I can hear. “I’m.. I’m Victoria.” Her pause sounds as if she’s forgotten her name for a second.

My eyes break away to look at her for a fleeting moment. “Liv,” I state with a tired exhale. 

“Short for Olivia?” Victoria inquires. I simply nod silently, lifting my knife a bit and focusing on my reflection in it.

“How have you been surviving?” she asks, her eyes gazing in my general direction, though I catch her staring particularly at my blade a few times.

I place my blade carefully back in my pocket and turn to her. “Chance- but combat skills and survival training do something.” There’s a pause of silence as I look at her bandaged wounds. I gesture toward them. “How’d you get those?”

“O-Oh, uh,” Victoria begins as if she wasn’t prepared for that question. “The monsters, or whatever they were attacked me. Not- not at the same time, but..”

“Hm.” I pause, staring at her with a quite baffled yet cold expression. “How the hell have you been surviving?”

She looks at me and laughs weakly. “I don’t know, to be honest- dumb luck? I don’t know if I even really want to. But dying doesn’t.. seem great, so, um. I mean, I’m just glad I’m safe now.”

I shrug. That’s fair. “Yeah, well,” I say with a low, barely sincere chuckle. “Nowhere’s safe for long.”

Victoria seems taken aback from the somewhat eerie statement, and I just look back at her. I know. “You get used to it.” My eyes scan her once again. She seems quite thin, dangerously so. Somehow I hadn’t realized it until now. “When was the last time you ate?”

Just the mention of eating seems to unsettle her as she recoils a little at my words. “I don’t remember. Four days, maybe? I swear to God, I don’t even know how many days its been since.. it all happened.”

I sigh. “I don’t have anything here,” I reply, looking at the cold, cement garage floor in thought. “Or- not anything you would eat, anyways. I’ll patrol around tomorrow to see if I can find any food that hasn’t been infected.” 

She doesn’t smile, but instead gives a grateful nod. “Thank you,” she says, her words all coming out in a large exhale, as if she’s been holding her breath. I nod in return. 

After another significant pause of silence, I lift myself up off the chair. “Well, I, um.. I suggest you get some sleep, Victoria. I can only assume you haven’t slept in a long time, so take some time to rest.”

She seems to almost want to protest, but she’s evidently much too tired to begin. She settles down comfortably on the couch I set her on and she closes her eyes peacefully. She curls up into a fetal position, likely to keep a bit warmer. I remember that this garage is quite chilled; I’ve grown accustomed to it, so I tend to forget. I look around a bit before my eyes find a fuzzy fleece blanket folded up on the desk from before. I pick it up, unfold it, and lightly let it fall onto her. I notice her lips curve to a very soft, slight smile. It warms my heart for a fleeting moment. I haven’t known comfort like this in a while. 

I pause in silence, smiling a bit at her. “You’re safe,” I whisper lightly, words I haven’t heard in what feels like years. In this moment, she reminds me of a young fawn that I once found with my father. 

The poor small creature was trapped in a hunter’s rope net. It was a pitiful, sadenning sight. I was the one who initially spotted it, and my father helped me cut it free.He caught it before it could fall. Its leg was sprained but otherwise it was okay. The young deer was a beautiful display of an animal, its white speckles on its back a sign of its youth. 

“Livvie,” he said, “Always remember that not every animal should be hunted. Not more than needed. These little guys deserve to live just as much as we do. Look at that face, ain’t he a cutie?” I remember laughing and reaching out to pet it, but it ran away. 

Maybe it’s foolish of me, but I don’t want this one to be the same. 

I sigh a bit tiredly and settle myself down on my inflatable mattress that lays on the opposite end of the room from the couch. I lay down with an exhausted exhale and pull a plush throw blanket over me from the edge of the mattress. My eyes flutter closed slowly and I drift off to sleep. 

We’re safe. I almost believe it.


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1 year ago
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[Watch your words.]

For a writer, language is the strongest weapon. In a highly competitive sub-dimensional school? Words become their lifeline, and worlds become their bodies.

Abso L. Nox, a young writer, finds himself abducted as an applicant to this mysterious school. Following eccentric classes, odd students, and violent wordplay, will Nox be able to graduate with his story? Or will he lose his world?

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2 years ago

When Sparks Flies: Prologue

When Sparks Flies: Prologue

My life today was supposed to be just another normal day. A day when dad and I would go out for ice cream sundaes with granddaddy to celebrate him getting his ranch back after all these years of fighting over it with grandmom Mildred. My heart broke seeing grand pop in so much pain these last few months, and it got worse when we found out he got sicker earlier this year. We were going to take him to the diner today since this was his first week after being discharged. We thought he was getting better, I thought he was getting better
HE WAS GETTING BETTER!!! As reality would have it, however, he suffered from a massive heart attack last night and was rushed back to the ER. The “funny thing” is that I never knew about this at all. Instead, everyone pretended everything was fine and shipped me off to school as if nothing ever happened. This left me too excited, for my own good, to see him after school let out.

Walking hand in hand with my best friend Katie, I smiled toothily as I viewed my father's truck among the crowd lining up in front of the school. We laughed among ourselves at the latest gossip about Mr. Thompson's lizards running rampant in the hallways because of Bradley. His new girlfriend happened to have spread the rumor after Jessica's big birthday bash gained more attraction than the lame pool party she hosted that same weekend. 

Anyway, back to the real topic at hand. As my dad pulled up, a quite visible frown appeared on his face. Katie asked in a hushed tone, “What’s wrong with Mr. King?” as I made a quick glance at her while shrugging. My father mumbled, “Get in, Rory” causing my smile to fade. Katie wished me good luck as her mom’s minivan cruised past dad’s truck. I soon hopped into the front as my father drove farther and farther away from ‘Edgewood Falls Middle school’ till I could no longer see the reflective gold lettering sketched across the building. It was silent for a while, leaving me to sit quietly with me getting all jittery, fumbling my hands in my lap. I had, earlier, tossed my book bag in the backseat to suffer the fate of dad’s aggressive braking at red lights or him causing the car to jerk more often than he should. He even sighed heavily; I leaned back nervously in response, attempting to bury myself in my seat. 

“Hey uh
 dad, is um 
 is everything okay?” I stuttered. The atmosphere was like a thick mist, it was so hard to breathe, so I conveniently let the window down for fresh air. He stopped at yet another red light and turned to me. Our eyes met, never breaking contact as he spoke, “No Rory, everything's not okay
 “ 

“In fact, NOTHING IS!!! It’s just downright terrible
 I’ll tell you everything when we get there,” His voice had risen higher than before, and he banged on the steering wheel angrily. His eyebrows furrowed and the veins on his forehead stuck out.

“There?” I thought to myself, ignoring my dad’s odd behavior at the time. Now, however, I understand exactly how he feels


Excitement then coursed through my veins, almost bursting out of me due to my own naivety. To think, we were still heading to the diner and meeting grand pop was very silly of me. Once the light turned green, we sped away, away past our neighborhood. Away past the shopping centers. Away pass the fast-food restaurants, grocery stores, and even 99-cent stores. When he passed the diner, I knew something was off, but when he started taking the back roads to the hospital, a trail I knew so well, I began to cry.

I finally knew something was going on. I thought the worst, hoping I wasn’t right
 I didn’t want to be, but I knew deep down I was. Seeing my tears fall and hearing my sobs, dad pulled over to the side of the road. He turned off the engine, sighing,” I really hate to have to tell you this, but he’s
he’s in the ER again.”

“Honestly, I don’t think Pa’s going to make it, Rory
 I don’t think everything is going to be okay this time
 I don’t want to lose him too, baby girl, I don’t,” Dad broke down in tears, drenching his shirt and staining the wheel with all his bottled-up emotions inside. Blinking back my tears, they didn’t stop, they couldn’t stop, and they wouldn’t stop no matter how hard I tried. A knot formed in the back of my throat, I felt so overwhelmed and sick to my stomach. He happened to glance at me and saw my meltdown, jumping out of his seat belt in order to exit the truck. He ran around the truck and swung my door open, knowing my nauseous would lead to me throwing up everything I ate that day. Let’s just say it wasn’t a pretty sight to see unfold. I would’ve felt bad for unsuspected drivers if they saw a girl get her hair held back to hurl by a forty-year-old man who used to be a long-distance, truck driver. But, I needed to get that disgusting school lunch out asap (which happened to be pizza, but how the heck do you mess pizza up? It’s supposed to taste like food and enjoyable, danggit). 

After I finished cleansing my stomach, he went to my side of the truck and reached to grab the hoard of napkins he has in the glove compartment. Dad then slammed the door shut and rushed towards me to wipe my mouth off, making sure to get in the corners and crevasses as well. He threw the yucky tissue somewhere because, you know, I come from a proud family of litterbugs. We for dang sure aren’t ashamed about it, either. Anywho, he came back and told me to come sit down with him on the curb beside the truck. I sat down next to where he was, and we both watched cars passed by. There was an awkward moment of silence, neither of us said a word in fear of breaking down even more than we already were. I held my head down and had my hands holding onto the curb, moving my eyes from the concrete to my dad. He had his arms placed on his knees and his legs were a few inches away from the curb versus the back of my show touching it. His head happened to be down, but he knew I was looking at him, waiting for him to do or say something
anything at all.

“Hey
 Uh
 Dad?” I leaned closer to him and shook him lightly. He looked up at me and paused before talking to me again,“ Rory, so sorry
 I’m sorry for not telling you this
 But he’s been getting worse
 These last few months have been hell for him, my dad’s been suffering for so long. I want you to always know and remember him as the man he is and not what’s left of him on that hospital bed. You shouldn't have to go there and see him the way he is now
,” He looked at me with bloodshot eyes, sniffling.

“Daddy, wwwas hhhe sick llllast nnnight, wheeen I tttalked to him? Was he in theee hospital then?” He didn’t answer to my response, his silence spoke volumes. All I heard were more cars speeding per usual, good thing the police weren’t out there since these back roads are kind of “super secret” and usually speed demons use these roads like these to invade speeding tickets. I’m only telling you guys because I trust y’all, *wink* *wink* *nudge* *nudge*.

“He uhh
um
yes, he suffered from a massive heart attack last night. Luckily, Mrs. Johnson called me when she did to tell me the paramedics got there
 I didn’t want to tell you honey this morning because I knew you wouldn’t want to go to school and trap yourself in your room or cause yourself to end up in the hospital like now
 I’m truly sorry,” He didn’t look at me, but I could tell he was being sincere. I wasn’t angry at him or hate him. No, I was just so grief-stricken just like him, hurting as well.

“It’s okay dad, I forgive you
 I’m not angry with you dad, and I can tell you are with yourself
 I’m okay
err not okay, but you get what I’m saying
right, dad?” He looked back at me, giving me a small smile,” Yeah, I get it.” 

“Hey Rory, before we,  you know, go
 you want to play I spy?”

“Sure dad, what color cars are we looking for?”

“Blue and Red aren’t common out here, so maybe gray and black cars,” I looked at him with a bittersweet smile. Dad kept trying to trick me so that he’d get more points than me. He does this every time we play because he knows when he's going to lose. 

Out of nowhere, I started laughing, bursting out laughing, he did too. We both looked at each other, wheezing. 

“Dad, you are pretty bad at this game!” I wiped the tears out my eyes.

“How? You’re just cheating as usual, Rory,” He huffed, smiling at me.

“Dad, come on now. This is the 10th time you’ve lost trying to trick me!” I watched him get up, grunting. He says he’s alright, but it’s his old age catching up to him. Please don’t tell him I said that, he’ll go on a rant about how he turned 18 years old for the 40th time or how he’s not a day over 25 at the maximum. He walked over to me, reaching out his hand to pull me up. I grabbed his hand as he did, walking back to the truck. We hopped in as he drove off, pulling up to the emergency room parking lot. It wasn’t a silent ride this time, but a noisy one. I talked about my day at school and dad was chuckling instead of weeping. When he found a parking spot, (which required an almost shouting match with an old lady, who wasn’t even handicapped, trying to steal our spot. Don't worry, we won as the great champions us King’s are) we prepared to get out the car. Once we did, we walked together into the hospital, preparing ourselves to see grand pop one last time


End of Prologue...

When Sparks Flies
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1 year ago

While I'm in the midst of posting my college romance *ahem*here*ahem* I'm also working on like 20 million other stories, very specifically two stories I'm revising from my childhood.

I need to stop gatekeeping my damn stories so I figured there's be no harm in brain storming here.

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So, there are two stories somewhat connected as they share the same universe. My main issue is I need better world building. Rn, both these stories are just BOTW or OOT, and I don't wanna copy them.

I'm not set on having a world with extreme climates but just a world with a lot of mystery to tie in with bith the stories themes.

Oh, what are the two stories about? Well I'm glad no one asked.

One is titled Kingdom of Bumalia and it's a origin story, since I like Zelda think of it as the Skyward Sword of my universe. The people of this world are de-evolutions of the "normal" humans that show up later. It's a spin on the classic thought of evoultuon that humans evolved from monkeys or lizards. My species are called Bumalians, their defining trait is they all have some animal apendage. For ex. My MC Cassie is a rabbit born from a rabbit mother and a wolf father, which every trait was more dominate, is what the child ends up with. So far I have:

Rabbits,

Birds (specifically hawks)

Wolves

Insects (I'm terrified of bugs so I really only have one that's been described -_-')

Aquatic animals (Dolphin, mermaid, and an Orca)

And Mice

During the course of revising this story, I added a TON of animals. Originally, I really only describes the main characters which were three wolves, two rabbits, the family of hawks, and a Dragonfly. I know now I need to add more and that's what I did. However, I can't just have animals, I need other things.

I creates a fruit called a Magadear and a herb called Grayseed for tea. I of course need more, but I'm just too disorganized to actually come up with some.

I wanted to make a staple flower for a certain scene that involves the Kingdom's current Queen, so I'll be thinking about that along the way.

Really I'm posting this (and a few others) in case anyone has any good ideas. Some people come up with things that get my brain flowing and it's always nice to discuss fictional worlds, who knows maybe we can start some kind of thread of ideas and play around with stuff!

I usually have a ton if fun discussing stories and I'm honestly missing that. This is a good way to get back into it.

All the Screams World Building >


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NANOWRIMO: the conclusion + learning from failure

Hello friends!

Long time, no see! ᕱ__ᕱ These past two weeks I have been giving myself a little break from this blog. I have been swamped with final projects in all of my classes and have been trying to balance getting all of them done with middling success. I’m not thriving, but I am surviving. 

NANOWRIMO: The Conclusion + Learning From Failure

However, to make up for my absence, I will be giving y’all some extra content within the next two weeks. In those posts I won’t be boring you with my rambles as I usually do and instead will simply be giving you some content that I have created for my novel! In this post, though, I will be updating you on my novel’s progress and giving you my thoughts on NANOWRIMO.

For those of you who have been here for a bit, you will know that I attempted to participate in National Novel Writing Month for the first time this November. (As always, here is a link with more info about NANOWRIMO for your perusal.) My personal goal as a full time student with a part time job, was to write a 25,000 word manuscript instead of the full 50,000 words. November has ended and I am happy to report that I failed. I failed to reach even my cut down goal. However, I am surprisingly really happy with my progress this month. I learned a lot about myself as a writer and about my process and while I didn’t manage to write even a 10,000 word manuscript, I feel much more prepared to tackle writing this novel.

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So, here are the things that I learned:

Character design and building is VERY important to me

This, I already knew. One of the main things that bother me about book to movie translations or “hot takes” about books on social media or even some fanfictions is that characters, their personalities and development and relationships, are often either misunderstood or sacrificed for the plot or the sake of another character's development. It’s so annoying. I personally belief that every character in a work of fiction should be able to stand on their own, especially if they are a main or secondary character. Characters should be their own individuals with their own motivations and backstories and for goodness sake they should be consistent! (Crappy character development is a thing that bothers me about published novels too. The wasted potential of Severus Snape, Albus Dumbledore, and Draco Malfoy, among countless other characters, in the Harry Potter novels bugs me so, so much!!)

 So, one of the things that happened everytime I sat down to write this NANOWRIMO was that I would find myself getting “stuck” on this character’s backstory or that character’s personality. I have 13 characters that exist for this story in my head. 2 are the main main characters. The 11 others are also going to have their own plot lines and spin offs. Before NANOWRIMO, I knew that this would make my novel complex. After NANOWRIMO, I realized that I was going to have to organize and map and structure and detail my characters (along with several other things) to the metaphorical gods before I even try to manuscript anything or else I am going to be stuck forever and I will never get this book out of my head.

Worldbuilding is also VERY important to me

This was a bit of a surprise. I am definitely no Tolkien and before I started this blog, and my creative writing journey, at the beginning of this fall, these original characters simply just floated around in my head in a vague fantasy realm with no discernible structure or detail. I expected to be able to just continue with this vague fantasy world and as I started writing let the structure fall into place. Yeah
 that’s not what happened. 

As I began to outline character backstories and a basic plot to start writing, I would find myself drawing up short when I needed to insert a detail about the world in which my story is taking place. This month made me realize that I need to also worldbuild to the metaphorical gods before I try to manuscript anything, and in some cases before I try to go deeper into outlining my character’s backstories and such as well. I’m such a detail oriented person that I have no idea why this didn’t occur to me before, especially because I am including a magic system in my book. I hate fantasy books (that are meant to be serious and not just cozy reads) in which the magic systems rely on the “because it’s magic” excuse and the author doesn’t make any attempt at giving at least some sort of structure or rules. So yeah. I really need to worldbuild, which I am going to hate because it is going to take FOREVER (detail oriented person).

I work better on lists and schedules

This I did know, but I didn’t realize it applied to my writing. A lot of the reason why I failed to write anything of substance for the plot of my book is that I thought I could just throw myself in and make it up as I go. Incorrect. As November passed, and I kept getting stuck on details, I realized that I would need to incorporate my penchant for planning and list making if I was ever going to complete a task this large.

Also, side note, but I keep referring to this story that I’m writing as a novel. It will most certainly not be a novel. It will be a whole dang book series. (13 characters!! Who will each get their own POV at some point!! “A novel” my a**.) 

I can throw myself head first into school essays and short writing assignments no problem, but with a story this big, all coming straight from the mess I call my brain, I need to do a lot of planning beforehand. That, above all, is what this failed NANOWRIMO taught me. 

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So! Now that I have torn my failure to shreds and dissected all the little pieces and given yall a short (yes that was short for me - I’m starting to think you guys don’t know me at all ᕱ__ᕱ) summary of who, what, when, where, and why my failure occurred, what’s next. Well, I plan. I outline to the metaphorical gods (as I seem to be fond of saying in this post), and next year, when November rolls around, hopefully I have done enough planning and outlining and detail work that writing a 50000 word manuscript should be a breeze!

That’s all for now folks! If any of y’all are curious as to some of what I did manage to get done on my novel/series over NANOWRIMO then stay tuned for the first of your special content posts which should be up within a few minutes of me posting this. Also, if any of y’all have suggestions about how to store/order worldbuilding content in an easily searchable way that would be fantastic!! Please do let me know. Thanks for bearing with me! ᕱ__ᕱ

And remember, dot your j’s and cross your t’s!

~Clementine J. Quincey đŸȘ·


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Hello friends!

As promised, here is one of the extra posts about my original story! A few weeks back, I introduced y’all to Queen Aurora of Sylvanthia, so today I figured I’d introduce you to the special man in her life! ᕱ__< He was talked about briefly in her short character description, but he is one of my 2 main, main characters so I figured I’d better give him his own proper introduction. I also have a picrew of him to share, but hopefully someday I’ll get around to creating my own drawing. Without further ado, however, I’m delighted to introduce ma main boy Kazuki!

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Kazuki of Okunseiko [meaning]

Age 18

Human

Rightful Ruler of Okunseiko

He was about to be coronated when sh*t hit the fan and he had to flee with Sascha

His mother was assassinated when he was 12 and his dad got super over protective

When he was 16 his dad contracted the same illness that killed Aurora’s mother

His uncle Kagero took over as pseudo-regent until his dad passed away when he was 18 and Kazuki was to be crowned king

However on his coronation day Kagero attempted to murder him (it was very chaotic lots of explosions and magic) framing it as an outside assassination forcing him to flee

Engaged to Aurora of Sylvanthia

A puppy love childhood romance in which they strong armed their parents into making official by betrothing them

He misses her desperately (it makes Sascha sick)

A very calm, steady individual, it takes a lot to make Kazuki lose his cool (something Sascha seems very good at)

Also quite adept at reading emotions, even Sascha’s, which gets under her skin something fierce

Very artistically inclined

Loves music of any kind

Plays the violin/fiddle himself

Constantly doubts his ability to be a good ruler, but has a very logical and tactical mind along with empathy in spades

Though Sascha constantly complains he is useless he has saved her life more than once through both strategy and his instinctual understanding of others

He is very aware he is mostly book smart not street smart however

His mind is current on worrying for his people, figuring out why his Uncle betrayed him and if there is a bigger problem at hand (like he fears), and making his way to reunite with Aurora after 6 long years apart without getting killed in the process

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Sooooo
 what do ya think? Not sure if y'all saw my last post, but writing out even this short description of Kazuki was one of the first indicators that I had a lot more worldbuilding to do before I was ready to manuscript anything and also the moment when my main antagonist began to take shape. No spoilers (half because spoiler suck and half because I’m still shaky on the details myself) but I hope yall will stick around with me as I continue to craft this story and find out for yourselves in time. I have a long journey ahead and next week you will be getting a second extra content post revealing some more characters!!

TTYL! (And remember to dot those j’s and cross those t’s!)

~Clementine J. Quincey đŸȘ·


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extra content 2: electric boogaloo

Hello friends!

As the title suggests, here is the second extra post as promised!! Last week I introduced y’all to Prince Kazuki of Okunseiko, who is Queen Aurora of Sylvanthia’s beau, so this week I figured I’d introduce some of their attendants/friends. Also, one of these characters happens to be my favorite character thus far! I hope you love her just as much as I do! ᕱ__ᕱ 

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Extra Content 2: Electric Boogaloo

Sascha [meaning]  (19)

Age 19

Human (?)

Her father abandoned her when she was quite young and she never knew her mother

Right hand woman of Queen Aurora of Sylvanthia

The Spymaster for her majesty

Was previously on an undercover mission to investigate the mysterious illness (that claimed both Aurora’s mother and Kazuki’s father) which had been spreading across the land in the past decade or so

And she was in the process of discovering that it ran much deeper than simply a new virus developing

Was pulled away from that to attend Kazuki’s coronation as a representative for Sylvanthia as her Queen was too busy cleaning up the mess her previous advisors made to attend

Is now stuck on the run with Prince Pretty Boy Kazuki himself after uncovering a plot to kill him and saving his life

Serious, takes no sh*t attitude with a sharp wit and sharper tongue

If one is lucky (or unlucky depending) they may get to experience her wicked sense of humor

Surprisingly beautiful, ironically contrasting her caustic personality

Extremely independent 

She gets her job done and done well

Has been very hurt and betrayed by people she should have been able to trust in the past

Which is why she staunchly ignores Romulus’s affections for her (though she mayhaps feel the same)

Her thoughts are rushing around at the speed of light, constantly observing her surroundings and taking in new information, but the most common of them feature worry over Aurora, both as her Queen and her oldest and dearest friend, determination to figure out just what is causing the rising unrest in Delyorea, and attempting to resist the urge to throttle Kazuki whomst seems to attract trouble like dung attracts flies

Extra Content 2: Electric Boogaloo

Nicolås [meaning] (19) 

Age 19

Human

Bodyguard of Crown Prince Kazuki or Okunseiko

Also his best friend

A classic knight figure

Extremely noble of spirit and loyal of heart

To his credit he immediately believed Sascha when she said something was fishy during Kazuki’s coronation and contributed heavily to saving the lives of not only Kazuki, but Sascha as well

Son of a nobleman on Okunseiko’s court, he has been with Kazuki since Kazuki was 8 and he was 9

It almost pained him physically to not flee with Kazuki but stayed behind to attempt some light undercover work to try and discover Kagero’s motivations

Eventually he leaves Okunseiko however and sets out to try and convince the Atharenel to ally with Kazuki and Aurora

His current worries are whether or not Kazuki is okay, why these damn shadow beasts won’t stay dead, and how he’s ever going to make allies with the Atharenel if Ailidh keeps avoiding him 

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Sascha is an absolute doll, I love her so much!! She’s also the second main, main character in my story. And NicolĂĄs, we can’t forget about him. If any of y’all remember way, way back at the beginning of this blog when I first introduced an original character from this story, but NicolĂĄs is Ailidh’s knight. *waggles eyebrows* ᕱ__<

Ugh! I have such plans for these babies and I can’t wait to start actually writing, but as I said last week, I have a lot of planning left to do first. Thanks for hanging in there with me y’all!  Till next week!!

Remember to dot those j’s and cross those t’s!

~Clementine J. Quincey đŸȘ·


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