What up. I am 25+, a professional writer, resident weird guy in the corner who knows far too much random knowledge, a They sometimes a Them sometimes a Problem. You can call me Archivist, Mute, what ever . I write and complain and cry at birds.
Fuck AI. You use AI you can eat rocks that will never become diamonds no matter how dense you are.
This blog mostly documents my progress of writing my urban fantasy "The Witch in The Walls", below the read more is a brief summary as well as various tags that will be added to as needed.
'The Witch In The Walls' is a rough retelling of the myth of Eros and Psyche with magic and mayhem, witches and demons, about self discovery as well as being different in a world that doesn't want you to be.
'The Witch In The Walls'
The Witch in The Walls follows Wren Harper, a non-binary, autistic, college student as they navigate an unfortunate magical awakening that has bound 'Chicken', a masked demon boy who's also a college student and terribly moody, to them in what feels like a mocking twist of fate.
Stuck together these two from opposite worlds have to work together to fulfill the contracts requirement. What is this requirement one might ask that troubles them so? Chicken must be the best friend he can to Wren, someone who historically is awful at making friends, as well as help Wren get more friends all while Wren learns about the new world that has been unveiled to them as well as the powers that came with it.
Sadly, just like the normal one, the magical world has a series of arbitrary rules that Wren can just barely begin to understand that seem to define every interaction and facet of it. With Chicken at their side Wren has to deal with the familiar weight of a world on their shoulders that they are struggling to fit in to as well as the new weight of powers that might just make them not fit in any where, magic or not, or worse may even make them hunted by those they'd call friends, Chicken include.
I've decided I'm going to, as I work on completing it, post 'The Witch In The Walls' online on sites such as Royal Road and Scribblehub (both of which will be linked later). While I edit the to be posted chapters here's the prologue. Enjoy.
Death is inevitable. This is one of the first laws of the mortal world that all mortal beings must come to face. It was ordered not by us but by their biology. Even those touched by us here must face it.
From the moment one is born they are aware that one day, somehow, they will die. No amount of fighting can prevent this. No amount of magical intervention can truly abate it only delay it. Everyone's, everything's, web of fate must end. So, why did we intervene here? Why did we stop this conclusion? Not only was one life, a life that was ours, was spared but so was another that was meant to end that we had no stake in.
The second life had never belonged to us. It was not our kin nor our child yet, of all the threads we could have pulled, why did we pull this one? It didn't make sense. Surely it would have been smarter for us to pull a stronger thread. One that wasn't mere minutes from its end-fall. One that shouldn't have ever been here in the first place. One that was more near and familiar to our little kin. But there was no better choice for our life. For our kin. Even if it was not the most convenient of choices, our kin needed someone devoted. Someone that would need them in turn just as vitally.
The threads bound together so easily, so fluidly, as if they were meant to weave together. Both lives may as well have been ours to begin with. They were now. Both lives merged to one thread, tethered together to their mutual future whatever that may be. One could not be without the other and they would never be. Both webs, both fates, were now one. There was only one possibility and we ensured they were on it together until its completion. None could separate them, even us, now.
Now we must rest. Rest with ourselves and our judgments to pray that our kin was ready to be born into our world with another life alongside them. A life they did not know existed until this very moment.
i feel like your group of close knit characters would work better less as a found family and more as a ride or die indie rock band a la lemonade mouth. “whos the mom friend” shut up. whos the bassist.
You'd think for using Tumblr as long as I have I'd have some idea on how to, ya' know, us it! Anyways! Meet the main blorbos.
Wren Harper
Our little primary MC! A little guy that has been somewhat isolated/sheltered most of their life. After arriving to college they suffer an unfortunate mishap that awakens their magic and binds a moody demon to them to 'be their friend'.
Wren is...awkward to put it lightly. They lack a lot of social and people knowledge, relying heavily on masking to get through daily life and floundering when ever they can't find a 'script' for an interaction. A life time of being forced to conform cripples them and makes it incredibly difficult to navigate this new magical world where there are a lot of new rules and a lot of new types of people. However Wren's "Kindness first suspicion second" mindset has basically made them like a lamp to a moth when it comes to magic people and they quickly gain an odd group around them that seems hellbent on helping them.
Outside of being an anxious, awkward disaster Wren is talented with figuring things out and putting pieces together. This helps them magically but also often gets them caught in their own head. Wren is also an avid fiber crafter, loving to embroider and crochet. THey also enjoy video games, fantasy books, and a lot of parts of nerd culture that they may or may not use to try to figure out how the magic world works.
Wren is a little asexual, non-binary that's just trying to figure this shit out without dying in the process.
Chicken
Our moody demon! Face obscured by an eery white mask and true name unknown Chicken--the name given to him by Wren In part due to his striking red hair and the fact he's bound to a little chicken plush-- is a complete mystery. Sometimes he's nice, sometimes he's an asshole, often he is just incredibly confusing. One thing is glaringly obvious about him; he's got zero idea how humans work despite living amongst them for years, supposedly.
Chicken is artful, attractive, and utterly devoted to keeping Wren safe and happy...despite being a little bad at it! He grabs attention where ever he goes and has no issues talking to people but struggles taking in this tiny witch and working with them. A major flaw of his though is the fact he just keeps getting into situations that could be avoided and also has zero regard for his own safety or health, all of which worries Wren immensely.
Despite their differences he is determined to be both a good friend and familiar to Wren as well as help them as best he can when it comes to learning magic. His own personal secrets and odd nature may get in the way of this though.
Wren is desperate to try to understand the magical world while not offending any of their hopeful friends, Chicken is fiercely protective of his charge but entirely inept at close relationships. They are disasters apart but form one hell of a team when needed, they just have to figure out how to actually do that!
There's a very real point in writing where you have to make a character, who you know is going to do something cruel and awful, lovable in the eyes of the audience as well as the main character. With the main character it's easy! But I must paint this little mother fucker with such shiny gloss that he practically glows so that no one suspects what is to come.
Anyways I'm on my third version of introducing this character and I don't hate him any less than the first time! He's a bug to me. A very annoying but plot relevant bug.
