Woah. Hello there. Been a while!! A couple years, actually. My bad gang, that's on me 😿 But I'm back (allegedly) and ready to be 1% more active!! Some stuff has changed (obviously), so let's get into it
DISCLAIMER: No promises that I'll be consistently active. I'll try, of course, but please don't be too shocked or worried if I vanish again ❤️
About Me:
Hi!! On here, call me Juno, Mynroli, Myn, or any variation you want
I love angst!! Genuinely, I am an angst fiend
Still Spanish in the UK! That hasn't changed
I forgot how tumblr works lowk pls be patient with me 💔
Music taste goes from The Family Crest to Mumford & Sons to classical to RAHHHH by alt! I will listen to anything
Very much a fan of October and everything that comes with it. I also love tarantulas, forests, mist in an early winter morning and the normalisation of the creepy that autumn brings
If you remember the green theme this blog previously had u deserve compensation
I'm nice I swear!! Just tired because it's almost one am but if you reach out I will respond when I can. I love yapping <3
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My Work:
Want to start it off by declaring that TMSOT has hit dead wip status 😔 RIP diva it was nice while it lasted
On the other hand, we have another!! Everyone please welcome Lament [name is placeholder and likely to change]
Genre: Horror romance, very tragic, doomed wlw realness
Status: Simultaneous development and writing - it works, trust
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What happens when something that does not feel, feels? When attention is sliced in two, between the assigned and the deserved?
-> "Rule One: Passion is not abundance. Do not mix them."
-> "They resented me so. I am rot; I just hope that even a mess has worth."
Mara is a woman of devotion. She has been born for it, raised for it - it is her birthright, her purpose, her everything. They're her everything: Abundance and Foresight, deity of all that is positive. She is Their seer. She has no need for other trivial emotions.
Sage is a woman of memory. She recalls the smile, the hair, the slant of the jaw. She remembers the scorn, the fury, the resentment. She remembers the love, the adoration, the obsession. She remembers it all. She is nothing without memory.
She is nothing.
Gang pls check out their CharacterHub profiles for more lore and wowzers writing from yours truly 😋😋 (i spent so long bleh)
Mara -
Read more about Mara on CharacterHub!
Sage -
Coming soon!
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Last but certainly not least, snippets! Yay!
Devotion is a silly thing. A curious thing. You could be devoted for all the wrong reasons, or maybe for all the right ones. What's right to one could be utterly unthinkable to another; is it even our place to tell? A canary could become utterly infatuated with the feline hunting it, unaware that it was saved only to serve as a meal for later.
Yes, what a truly, oftentimes foolish notion.
☝️☝️ introduction yesyes
And perhaps, in some unorthodox, wretched, blasphemous way, she preferred this. Preferred the connection to the distance. Preferred passion to abundance.
Perhaps, she preferred being seen to being used. Perhaps, being human was more gratifying than being Their seer.
Perhaps feeling wasn't nearly as catastrophic as she thought.
Can we piece something together now?
(psst, if you saw the half finished version of this post, im sorry. we had technical difficulties 🫶)
Just finished an important college entrance. Deff wont get in but a lot of people cudnt finish the paper but I did. It's really hard completing that paper. SO FUCK. JUST FUCK.
Thought of more! How did the humanoid races take over from the dragons? They're large (probably) fire-breathing beasts. So they're quite hard things to kill. Did the elves discover some sort of anti-dragon armor that negated their magical powers? Did someone invent guns and that lead to their downfall? Did they just discover how to create giant nets and catch flying dragons? Oh or even more sad, did they just take over so much land the dragons had to leave to find food like apex predators in rl?
Hihi sorry for the extremely late answer!!
ANYWAY I never said that the humanoid races took over. What if something happened that was just too hard for the humans and elves to take care of? What if the dragons had to deal with it? And what if the giants were a byproduct of that conflict?
What if it's all happening again?
Ok Juno, enough with the questions. The truth is that the dragons had to fight one of their own- if it can even be called a dragon after what happened. The creatures as tall as buildings were fighting for millenia. Were humans and elves in the picture when this happened? Maybe! But the point is that the humanoid races didn't take over. The dragons are very much present, just in hiding. Even though elves, humans etc have settled, the dragons and giants are the ones in control.
Boo. I'm dropping by to remind you that you are worth so much. I see that you haven't been posting much, but that's okay! take all the time you need, friend.
This is so sweet omg--
Anyway hello hello I'm alive and I'm ok and I promise that at some point I'll answer those asks from last year. Probably.
Aevis decided to lay down again, gently placing his tail around the two things he swore to protect. A perispinkle and a roomba with a knife taped on it.
I’m going to tag @calloumii (no pressure!!) and leaving it open to whoever wants to join.
(for the writerblr trick or treat, if you're doing it)
I am doing it, and you get a treat!!
Take some OC trivia!! The characters mentioned are from Astorath and Decotia (AKA the failed universe)
Aevum is deathly afraid of needles and would rather be forced to step on lego every hour than touch (or see) one.
Luci cut his own hair!! He cut it to chin-length using a piece of glass he found then used scissors he nicked from a shop a few hours later to finish his work.
Aquila despises pigeon-type avians. She doesn't even know why, maybe its because she's a peregrine falcon-type avian.
Charlie isn't from Orrin. He's from the mainland (weird, right?)
Victor has delayed reactions and it takes him some time to notice when he's been injured while working and stuff (leading to lots of tiny cuts that burn like hell in the middle of the night)
Ok another scientist one: he has dimples. thank you and good night.
Two dragons from The Mechanical Sounds of Time meet! What do they look like and what happens next?
This was actually really fun to write, so thank you. Even though this is quite short (at least in my opinion), I have plans to continue it. Just let me know if that's something you would like.
TW: Mentions of poison and toxins, mentions of mutilation, mentions of death, very very mild violence (if you can even call it that) and slight intrusive thoughts towards the end. Its not incredibly heavy though
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Two winged beings chase each other. One of them ducks, heading into the jungle, a place of venoms and toxins that can slaughter the mightiest of beasts within minutes. That's exactly why it guards the entrance to Vuetryes, a safe haven for dragons and giants alike. There, both species can continue their work without the fear of being attacked by Xyntid. No one wants history to repeat itself, after all.
The other follows, determination and adrenaline running through its veins. It ignores the rustling of leaves due to its excitement, blind to the dangers lurking within the leaves. A vine covered with thorns as sharp as its tongue snakes its way across the jungle floor, climbing a tree and grasping the creature's tail. The vine then drags it over to its origin, a giant carnivorous plant that bites the tip of its tail. The dragon lets out a bloodcurdling shriek of pain, clawing at the mindless organism until it either lets go or dies. Instead, the plant's grip just tightens. The creature growls and stabs the plant with its other barb, letting out a satisfied hum when it works.
Finally free, it continues chasing the other, called Tiempo, who had just sat on a branch, paralysed. Watching the six-legged, crimson beast struggle to free itself after witnessing it mutilate several creatures for its own survival, it was shocking. Tiempo lets out a yelp of alarm as the six-legged dragon raises its split tail in a scorpion-like manner, something they do when they're getting ready to strike, whether flying or on land. Not even the loss of one of its poisonous tail barbs will stop it from performing its favourite attack. However, they reach the end of the jungle far too quickly, prompting Aevis, the crimson beast, to lower their tail and let out a hiss of annoyance.
Two giant statues stand at each side of the valley, with various dragons perched on them like birds. Tiempo and Aevis move forward, glad to finally be safe. Well, Tiempo is. Aevis keeps on glancing at their partner, claw twitching. Thoughts and images they quite frankly don't want to see race through their mind, it's overwhelming. They know that this is just their instinct from decades ago rearing its head, but they can't push it away.
Not a worldbuilding ask but do your pets enjoy your guitar playing? Oh if you need an adorable idea, what if your pets and you started a band? Who would play what instrument and what genre would all play?
OK I'm gonna answer this one first because I absolutely love it. The answer is yes!! They do enjoy hearing me play, especially if it's a more laid-back kind of thing instead of more energetic stuff. As for the band scenario (I HAVE to write that at some point), I think that Finlay would play the drums while Choco and Oreo (more commonly known as the piggos) would be the lead singers. They have amazing voices.
Anyway, take photos of my little creatures as a fun bonus:
hey juno, how are you? how is the worldbuilding going? :)
hello!! i'm a bit tired rn due to all kinds of stuff (guitar, dog, guinea pigs, personal stuff etc) but i'm working through it. as for the worldbuilding, i haven't done much in the past few weeks hahah. i want to start writing again but i don't really have any ideas so that's not great lmao. thanks for checking in, i appreciate it :)
(psst, if any of you could send me requests for lil writing snippets or whatever it would help out a lot. you dont have to though)
Finally got the motivation to write something so I decided to write a very simplified version of one of my character’s backstories (he’s called Charlie). Technically he’s from the shared project with @calloumii but OH WELL.
TW: [implied] shooting, blood, death mentions (let me know if I missed anything!!) :)
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BANG!!
A creature runs through the forest, tears staining their perfect face. Its pupils are dilated, and they’re clutching their side. It trips and falls, letting out a yelp of pain despite their instincts screaming at them to BE QUIET.
“Hey, did ya hear that?”
“Yeah. Looks like we missed one. Split up and look for it. We can’t let them get away.”
The origin tries to get up, but crashes into the ground. The grass under them is covered with blood and their hands are sticky. They need to get up, they need to run, but the wound won’t let them. They glance at it and immediately look away. Its disgusting.
Each second feels like an eternity. It’s on the forest floor, unable to move, while the people that want it dead search for it.
“Did you find it?”
“Nah. Little bastard got away.”
“Pity. We’ll come back tomorrow with more people and expand our search radius. We will be the ones that get rid of them.”
The origin lets out a small whine as it shifts into a more animalistic form- it resembles a british columbia wolf. Letting out small whimpers every now and then, it manages to get up and trot away.
Finally, it collapses onto the floor near a small elf village. The last thing it sees are the serpentine tendrils of smoke that mark where their village used to be.
Whatever happens, nobody can ever know about this.