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Annular Eclipse, original poem & photos © Claire Kroening 🌫

Colorblock Interlude - Novelette/Novella WIP ⏳️

Genre: MLM Romance, Time Travel, Action & Adventure

Stage: Drafting/plotting (More info to come)

Playlist

Cover reveal below!

Cover made by mgsdesiigns

Nine People You Want To Know Better!

Thank you so much for tagging me @maddstermind @halleyuhm and @light-and-shadow !

Last Song: The Dead Come Talking by Roe Kapara

Last Movie: Scooby-Doo on Zombie Islsnd (One of my most favorite movies to watch during the spooky season! An absolute classic)

Currently Watching: The Link Click donghua!

Currently Reading: Muse of Nightmares by Laini Taylor

Currently Craving: Motivation to continue writing and a healthy sleep schedule... although sugar cookies will do!

Last thing searched for writing purposes: Synonyms for words, double checking of words definitions, baby name lists, cartography making websites, and delving into a rabbit hole about time travel/wormhole/quantum physics theories.

(Gently) Tagging: @enne-uni @petals4soho @iloveanimalsmorethanhumans @awleeofficial and anyone else!

trick or treat! (if youre doing it!) -@maddstermind

Thank you for the ask, @maddstermind!

Here, have... a treat! 🍬 It comes with spooky decorated cookies and some worldbuilding info from one of my WIPs, Exiled Sanctum!

Qredo's Magic System

Qredo works as a tech needs magic and magic needs tech in order to function. With the nameless kingdom (political ruling) restricting the certain grades of magic to be done by certain groups of people, particularly those with under c-grade being primarily in the lower middle class and downwards.

A Few Examples of the Magic Available:

Mechanical - involves manipulation and enhancement of a range of mechanical elements such as weapon creation, hacking, etc. (More to be added about). Can be made through any means necessary, a powerful and useful magic skill for factory workers but also those in the Sactum of Saigh District. Defenses- coexists with mecha tech but focused on the creation of powerful weaponry through a singular source. Cross-connect - similar to mecha tech, this involves the ability to transfigure and encrypt data such as disrupting hidden files, send information to parties without detection, and cut power grids. Rare but not hard to spot if someone is using.

Thank you again! Have a good rest of your day/evening/night and happy (almost) Halloween! 🎃

hiyaa

🎃trick or treat!🍬

Heyo! Thank you for the ask, @enne-uni!

Have a treat! 🍬 Since spooky day is upon us, why not have a couple? Here's the moodboard and a quote from Colorblock Interlude! ⏳️

my mood rn +_+

I'd be embarrassed to self-plug, but you're looking so I'm offering! My mountain of WIPs are pretty much all I post about, unless I get tagged/asked. I also try to post daily, so I hope you're prepared for essay-long posts about my worldbuilding lol.

looking for writeblrs to follow!

i’ve been having a hard time finding more writers to follow since my accidental hiatus, so like/reblog if you'd like me to check your writeblr out! (reblogs are greatly appreciated!)

bonus points if you regularly talk about your WIPs! i want to hear about your projects so i can support them!

I have a personal society within me. A part of me wants to break free and give no damn to what I think of myself. A part of me is too judgemental. A part of me wants to succumb to what the world has devised for me. A part of me wants to play the devil and feel like a hero. A part wants to know nothing and just rest like a wild bore hibernating.

Though, all these parts, have to follow a course of life, the one I create for them, restricted between norms, but still liberating enough for myself. I'd progress anyways, even though some parts may not like the progression. I'd kiss all inhibitions bye, even when some parts beg not to.

-My inner society.

Let's not blame the conflicts of heart and brain in every situation. They know they are one and belong to each other. No decision reaches the brain to contemplate before the heart already approves of it. They have this deal signed, with no apprehensions and doubts. So if our brain decides something that later proves wrong, let's not say we didn't hear of our heart. We did. If not us, then the brain did. And the heart and brain both had made it a goal, to lead you and me to the doom, while they laugh viciously at the background. Thus, it is not heart Vs brain. It is 'heart and brain' Vs 'me and you'.

Growing up each day, we realize not everyone we've been close to has the same perspective as us about life. Our approaches are different and so are our takes on different situations.

Growing up good, however, means we share different perspectives yet not drift apart. It is like walking on the same road, on a starry night, and glancing at different stars, and still loving them for the same reasons.

Togetherness doesn't mean stark similarity. It means mutual differences yet honest love.

Like one says they are in love, in grief, in pain, it explicitly expresses how these are not just states of emotions, but some places to be. Some place you and I often visit, stay there, don't want to leave, but eventually we have to. Some place that we long to be in, or some place we desire to escape from. Some place that witnesses our growth, that catalyzes it. Some place that plans our doom, and some place that liberates us too.

I met a wrinkly old woman today, on my way back home, asking me to make some space in the seat. The creases near her eyes, and the veins clearly visible in her almost translucent skin, stirred something in me. The skeletal body, trying hard to sustain in the wrapped cotton saree, and a small bag, that probably held her world. She was most certainly in her eighties, travelling alone in a metro, needing protection from all possible sides, symbolically and literally. But as she sat beside me, and a creepy man walked past, she held the steel bar beside me, hiding me from a probable attack, pretending like she knew me and I knew her, and we were travelling together. I couldn't help but feel overwhelmed to feel the protection from a lady, who could barely protect herself. She did what you would have. She was so much like you.

The creepy man, most probably was no grave danger. May be he just looked creepy. And I believe I knew ways to protect myself if it was the situation worth worrying. But that thin hand, with protruding blue veins, and shrunken skin, did manage to make me feel safe.

How hard it is for people to leave absolutely? So they leave no trace behind. I saw you, in her today. "Thankyou Dadi!", I uttered before leaving, the words I never said to you. We were close but unexpressive. And I wish I said so much to you.

That toothless smile, and those sunken cheeks, did make me smile goofily. The smile of the older ones are the most beautiful ones in the whole wide world.

Keep visiting me this way. I have to tell you alot.

An excerpt from an autobiography I will never write, Vanshika

"I never saw you praying before..", I claimed in wonder looking at the joined hands and closed eyes in wonder, knowing very well I disturbed the newly established connection with God.

I recieve an irritated look, "No one admits it out loud. We all beg before God. Everytime. Everyday. All those so called 'atheists' only know how to hide it well enough!"

(2/10)

-Vanshika

I have finally decided to have a fixed theme for my blog. For the foreseeable future, and whenever I feel like it, I shall post updates and quotes from the books I am writing. Currently there is only one book being made, but if people like it, two sequels are already planned out. The book I’m working on is a fantasy novel called Alterra: The Fall of Lord Valthoraxe.

The entire reason I named my account Valthoraxe was to discuss, and improve on my book, but I got distracted very quickly by a combination of adhd, school, and memes. I’m about halfway done with my book, sitting at nearly 45 thousand words currently. I haven’t found much time to work on it recently, but I’m getting back into it. Preemptive warning, this book is not meant for kids. There is absolutely no actual sexually explicit content in the book, but there are moments of extreme violent brutality, as well as occasional depictions of abuse, cross-species racism, swearing, and child death. If you are uncomfortable with any of the above, this book is not for you.

I shall keep the particularly violent and spoiler heavy parts out of this blog until the book it fully complete. Criticism and suggestions are always appreciated. I will attempt to post an update at least once a week, if I ever forget, just scream at me, I keep notifications on. I shall leave you with the first quote of this blog, the very first scene past the starting prologue.

“Our story begins with two young heroes named Max and Lilly, twins that shall venture out on a quest to right as many wrongs as possible, starting with the biggest of all…”

Alterra Update!

This week! HELL,

A few weeks ago, I posted a world map of Alterra. If you looked closely, you may have noticed some orange dots in various places. Those “dots” are actually giant pits that lead directly into Hell, specifically the wrath ring. You can Imagine the world of Alterra being similar to Terraria, where Hell is directly under the normal world.

My version of Hell is kind of a mix between the Hell from Hazbin Hotel / Helluva Boss, the Hell from Terraria, the Hell from Doom, and my own interpretations of the Greek Underworld.

The wrath ring is the unyielding armies of Hell that slowly conquer and consume worlds and realities, much like in Doom. Many other worlds have been taken over by these demonic hordes, but Alterra is in a somewhat equilibrium. Most demons under the surface still do not dare head to the surface due to an ancient race of powerful monsters called the Firath. Even though the Firath went extinct from an unknown cause over a thousand years ago, most demons still believe it to be far too great of a risk to invade the surface. This is mainly due to a great warrior dawning a massive suit of armor of Firath design that occasionally appears in Hell to slaughter untold amounts of their numbers. Whether or not this entity is a Firath is unconfirmed, though it’s use of their tech is. Any attempts of invading the surface while the warrior is in Hell results in immediate death by ancient Firath war machines.

Some of the demons have begun to worship this creature, calling it the Second Slayer. The lord of the ring of wrath is very much against this practice and comparison.

Whenever a mortal being dies, the god of death has no choice but to send it to the rings of Hell, as the afterlife was destroyed along with the gods. What the rings of hell decide to do with the souls is practically random, either becoming a mindless demon the demonic hordes, or turning into a natural-born person of Hell named an unholy. Unholy species have no memory of the life their soul used to belong to, and are entirely their own person.

This is where the Hazbin Hotel inspiration comes into play. There are several different types of unholy depending on which ring the manifest in.

Unholy born in the Lust ring are either a succubus(female) or an incubus(male), and are freely able to leave Hell. Since Lust it the highest Ring apart from Wrath, it’s where most of the souls end up, and is home to large cities to accommodate almost every denizen of Hell. Despite popular belief, they are not just purely embodiments of lust, and are almost entirely like mortal people. They tend to have light skin tones of pink, red, or very rarely a shade of purple, smooth black / red horns that arch backwards, and thin tails of the same color that end in a heart shape. Both succubi and incubi possess the natural magic ability to charm or seduce people, though this only works on certain people. If a person is resistant to psychic attacks in any capacity, seduction will not work. Meanwhile, if a succubus / incubus attempts to seduce someone who is not one to engage in such activities, such as aromatics or asexuals, it will achieve the opposite effect, and put the victim in a bezerker-type rage.

Lust unholy rarely use seductive magic without consent, but that doesn’t stop the heavy discrimination against them. Very few Lust unholy actually ever leave Hell, due to the fact that they are often captured as slaves. There is a massive underground slave market across the whole universe for succubi and incubi due to the fact that each of their “fluids” function as very potent anti-depressants. Their horns can also be ground up and mixed with mineral water to make “love potions”. Due to this, most of them hide their true species or choose to stay in the Lust ring, though hunting parties that delve into Lust still ensure that being a succubus or incubus a very dangerous thing.

The ring of gluttony is actually the agricultural sector of Hell. Home to a species called “The Kappa,” which are based on creatures called Kappas from Japanese folklore. In the original folklore, they are water demons with incredibly elastic arms that attract people to their pools to drown them. In my interpretation, they instead use their water magic and incredibly strong and stretchy arms to farm crops. Gluttony provides the food for every Ring of Hell except for Wrath. Despite the general suspicion of anything that comes from Hell, there are still plenty of commonly used commodities that originate from Gluttony, such as wheat, pigs, and of course pomegranates.

The Ring of Pride is the entertainment industry of Hell. It is law to visit the Pride for at least 6 hours per week to incentivize creativity and decrease the suicide rates. Writings from Pride occasionally find their way outside of Hell, and are often the basis for entire religions in the mortal world. The Unholy have been taught to write in a text that automatically translates into whatever the reader understands, but this only applies while in Hell. If a piece of Hellish writing leaves the underworld, the time it is read will cause it to magically translate one final time before losing it’s properties.

The Ring of Envy is kind of like the jungle of the underworld. If a soul gets sent to this Ring, it becomes either part of the vast plant-life, or a non-sentient creature of Hell. The creatures of Envy are almost entirely docile, only attacking if harmed or heavily provoked. This Ring was created by the Goddess of Unholy to produce “pets” for the inhabitants of Hell in response to the vast amount of denizens with severe depression.

The Ring of Greed is very interesting due to the fact that it isn’t actually a Ring at all. It’s actually a central station where Unholy can travel between the different Rings or leave Hell entirely. This is also the only direct way into any of the Rings of Hell apart from Wrath. Unholy cannot enter the Ring of Wrath, nor can Demons from Wrath enter the Ring of Greed. This was a direct decision from the God of Death and his wife, the Goddess of Unholy, both of whom live in a separate Ring called Limbo or the underworld.

Limbo is a very strange part of Hell, inaccessible to all but the gods. The strangest part is its similarity to the Greek’s interpretation of the underworld. It’s an endless garden surrounding a single castle with 5 rivers flowing away from it. These rivers are liquefied embodiments of sentience and consist of almost pure energy. The first river is Memory, it’s waters glow pure white and it is said that every soul must first pass through these waters to be cleansed of their former lives. The second is Perspective, a golden stream that provide souls with the ability to discern and judge your surroundings, and is often confused for anger. The third is Identity, a blood red river that grants the souls with their base personalities. The forth is Feeling, a river of flame which allows the soul to feel the world around them. And the last is Emotion, a clear blue river that completes the identity of the soul, making it ready to be recycled into a new creature.

If an Unholy dies, it’s soul immediately joins the demonic hordes of Wrath as an unthinking soldier. While having, on average, a higher lifespan than mortals, they still die of old age eventually, unless the Goddess of Unholy decides their life is essentially to the happiness of Hell. No known religion has an accurate depiction of the Goddess of Unholy, but the closest interpretation is Persephone, Greek Goddess of the underworld. She liked the name so much, she took it for herself, having no true name previously. Persephone is in charge of managing all of the Unholy in Hell, due to her husband being to busy harvesting souls.

This is my interpretation of Hell for my novel, I’d be happy to hear you thoughts on it!

Fr tho this is me

I've been working on a fic for over a year and am still at the beginning of chapter three 😐

This is me. Kinda jealous of all the writers who can write quickly because I can't.

This is… incredibly motivating even if it’s not directed at me and I’m on the verge of tears right now

Every word written is a victory. No matter how shitty. No matter how painful to write. No matter if you immediately deleted them, or if you know you will delete them later.

If you wrote - if you tried - I'm proud of you.

So English lang gcse creative writing I did a thing and I really liked it and I kinda want to write a book on it but I’ve already got two other books in the works plus a shit ton of fanfic and I don’t know what to do.

I need advice

I love it when my brain splurges a story and I send a ten minute voice note to my friend explaining it and telling them a couple of detailed scenes and how I imagine them to play out

Is anyone willing to hear about an idea I had for a story??? I need to yap about it and I’ve already yapped to someone about it ( @imaginingmoonlight) but I want to yap to other people because yeah