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(Finally) A Writeblr Introduction!

thePrissyThumbelina here~

I've been on Writeblr before, never formally introduced myself, and then got really busy with school so I guess an intro/reintroduction is in order. I write poetry and fiction/sci-fi, and I love worldbuilding fervently. You want worldbuilding help? PLEASE, message me, I love it. Message me with just about anything actually, I'm here to interact, not just blog into the void. 

I tend to write around themes of trauma, found family, morality, and fighting destiny. I participate in all the Worldbuilding Wednesday and Storytelling Saturday and such when I have time, but I may miss some tags or forget to reply, so don't feel bad about reminding me. 

Also if you are a horse fanatic like me you can drop me a line and we'll nerd about them for as long as you want.

Tag games, ask games, etc. are all welcome!

My WIPs     - #Priss writes

I'm horrible at naming things so most of my WIPs are organized by the main character's name. 

Nicolette and Alyss

A story about a lonely necromancer that broke death's biggest rule and has to deal with the repercussions, most of which involved turning her dusty town into a zombie playground and ripping a hole in the fabric of the universe. She finds the key to repairing this damage in Alyss, a witch veteran of the Ritianian Great War currently going on across the sea. Alyss is powerful, but traumatic events have fractured her control over her magic as well as her sanity, and she can't seem to shake off people looking to use her for their own goals. Before the war spirals out of control and before the hole gets big enough to let something in, Nicolette and Alyss need to control their powers and repair the damage they have caused or see the world going up in (literal) hellfire and brimstone. 

Tags: #nicolette wip

The Family

A short collection of stories set in the same world as Nicolette and Alyss, but focusing instead on a family of werewolves dealing with the impending draft, economic destruction, and a cult intent on creating a private werewolf army. 

Tags: #the family

Haira Delgaren

A sci-fi/space opera narrative about a young smuggler trying to escape servitude on a massive pirate galleon with her adoptive older sister, and accidentally destabilizing a multitude of planets while just trying to save up enough money to pay for her sister's medical treatments. 

Tags: #haira, #haira delgaren

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Gonna post a snippet because I have finally written something in over 2 months of not being able to write. It’s been so long that I don’t even remember who I used to tag, so I’m just gonna tag who I think I remember and hope for the best. Also, enjoy absolutly no context!

“Not this again.” Kaytlan looked away in annoyance. 

“Look at me!” Alyss spread her hands wide for inspection. “I have her face. Does that mean I’m the same? Do I act the same, do I speak the same?” She gestured to the walls, coated with ages of candle and soot. “I remember lighting these candles, but not as if it was me. It happened to someone else. I just inherited those memories.”

“It’s trauma, Alyss. You have some damage to your brain, that doesn't mean-”

“I’m not damaged, I’m wrong!” Alyss shouted. “Tell me, Kay. Tell me I’m not wrong. Tell me you can’t look at me and see it. There is something sick in me. Everything I am is wrong!”

She grabbed Kaytlan by the arms. She didn’t remember coming this close. 

“I met a necromancer. A living necromancer, in the DUR, of course. She says it too. She’s not even strong enough to be called a necromancer, and she sees it.”

Kaytlan struggled in her arms. “Alyss-”

“Everyone with half a grain of sense can feel it.” Alyss fumbled for Kaytlan’s hand, pulling it up to her chest. “Feel it, Kay. Feel it!”

Kaytlan pressed her lips together as Alyss held her hand over her heart. They stood still for a moment, then her expression melted. She moved her hand, cautiously at first, then with increasing urgency. Her eyes flicked up to meet Alyss’s. Alyss felt a wild grin curl her lips.

“That’s not a heartbeat, is it?” She asked. 

“What is this?” Kaytlan pressed her fingers under Alyss’s chin, searching for a pulse that could not be found. 

“I don’t have a heartbeat,” Alyss whispered, jubilant and terrified.

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“A Treatise on Demons and Demonic Energies”

Written by Jacobin Havaraani, Head Scholar of Kopja Palace

Once again, I have no memory of who might have wanted to be tagged, so if you do want to be tagged in stuff like this (once in a blue moon) let me know! This Wbw I finally finished something I had on the back burner since like, October. Enjoy!

“In my time at university, the field of Demonic studies has come far from fearful denial and restriction of demonic knowledge, to the enlightenment of knowledge that these strange beings are able to impart on humanity. However, still largely unexplored are the nature and existence of these beings, as they are not creatures nor long-dead humans, nor gods of any religion, nor spirits of nature, nor the thousand and one other explanations given to demonic existence before now. However, in my time as the Imperial head scholar, I have taken to exploring the limited literature, as well as embarking on my own adventures with the more benevolent of demons, and I have developed an understanding of these beings such as have never before been explored. I impart these revelations here, in the hopes that they may aid the further study of these strange presences, and guide our dealings with them. 

Primarily, I wish to make clear that, unlike the ‘demons’ of many religious doctrines, demons are not particularly concerned with humans or any afterlife that may exist. Rather, demons are existences. I can explain it no better way. Many, much like those that bind themselves to willing witches and wizards like myself, are small and weak. In their world, they are like grains of sand. Others, and this I can say with all the truthfulness of personal experience, are massive, rivaling the size of our blazing sun. These larger demons rarely bind themselves to humans, for the simple reason that they do not need our aid in survival. However, a rare few demons are possessed of an extraordinarily human-like quality of curiosity. These demons, by virtue of long contact, have taken names by which they can be called upon, and are written of throughout our histories. Of these, I have spoken to such famed names as Baleith, Aamonit, Drakta, Nepheramun, and others, though I will not provide a full list here. And that which drives the entrance of demons to our world is one all-encompassing force: Hunger. 

A demon’s existence is constantly concerned with hunger. A small demon becomes larger by eating other demons, while large demons eat many smaller demons, and massive demons eat all other demons. To a demon, a drifting void of hunger throughout all planes of that which exists, humans are starbursts of bring, tantalizing energy. A small demon, by bonding to a witch, gains access to human energy and avoids predation by larger demons. In essence, demons use humans much the same as humans use demons. This revelation may…” (end of page. To access further pages, sign in here)

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In keeping with my recent update, worldbuilding time! I created this map on Inkarnate. Tagging @thetruearchmagos and @jacquesfindswritingandadvice , hope you enjoy worldbuilding without plot and dumb naming conventions because I Am Bad At Names.

Alyss was born and raised, and fought, for Ritania, an island nation with a limited monarchy and a long history of disagreements with Espala, another island nation further south. After the succession crisis in Ritania and the coronation of High King Ephraim, most eyes were on the conflict with Espala. And yet the Army has been deployed not against Espala, but the Gresian Republic. 

The Gresian Republic is a relatively new nation, born from the shattered remnants of North Bresia after the first civil war. Bresia is a monarchy, with established church-state relationships. Gresia, as it is also known, is a representative republic and liberal approach to religion. Gresia takes its name from the second son of the hero Bresen, Gresii. 

Bresia is a monarchy, and the fading glory of the northern continent. Legend claims Bresen founded the city of Bresia, which later became the Bresian Empire, and now is the capital of the nation of Bresia. Once an empire and the center of a huge religious authority, Bresia's Imperial Commanders first lost the island of Espala to an offshot of the royal Family. Ritania was next, though technically it was gifted to an ambitious royal cousin. Hadria was allowed to become a vassal state around 150 years ago. At this point, the only question is whether Bresia will gently fall apart, or explode spectacularly (hint: it did not go quietly). 

The Democratic Union of Republics, home to Nicolette, was originally a small grouping of nation-states comprised of outcasts from other, more settled nations. The DUR collected under one banner 86 years ago in response to threats of invasion by Rougnier and Espala. While economically powerful, the DUR prefers to stay aloof from conflicts, especially whatever mess is going down between Bresia and the Gresian Republic, though many citizens support the Republic over the monarchist Bresia. The House of Republics runs the DUR, which has recently made a huge step forward in announcing an Inter-Republic Investigation Organization (IRIO) to deal with organized crime. 

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I Wrote Something!!

Now, I’m following my rule about not posting snippet, cause it screws up my writing priorities. But just the last two lines couldn’t hurt....  This is Alyss, and an as-yet unnamed character.

“Why don’t you eat me and be done with it,” I begged. 

“Because you are far too interesting,” It answered. “I learned that from humans too.”

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Crime and Magic in the DUR

@thetruearchmagos​ never say I don’t give you anything. 

Look here for my original post on the world of Nicolette, and here for my post on the war

A map of the DUR, with capitol cities labelled and borders marked. (Lincoln is Nicolette’s hometown and where many events take place)

Historically speaking, the Democratic Union of Republics has had some major issue with organized crime. On the coasts the major organization is the Coven, which runs similar to a magical mafia. Illegal potions, rare and banned materials, bootlegging, speakeasies, extortion, kidnapping, shootouts, bribery, whatever makes money, the Coven has their fingers in it somehow. 

The Covens don't require magical ability, though the founding houses all have magical legacies. While most local covens are traditional magic gatherings without ties to the Covens, many local gangs are non-magical but have Coven ties. This tends to confuse people not “in the know”, and serves the Coven just fine. Within the hierarchy, orders come from 'the bosses', or the captains which govern daily activity. Most members refer to Coven activities as "the business".

The Union of Republics recently created an Inter-Republic Investigation Organization, which is managing to put pressure on the smaller gangs. Some minor criminals have been gathered up in the past year and a half, but the Coven isn’t too worried. For one, they have a stranglehold on several major port cities, including Temasshir, the largest and richest city in the DUR. The Municiple of Temasshir, shockingly enough, did not oppose the creation of the IRIO despite rumors of being in the Coven’s pockets. Who knows if that decision fueled his recent retirement announcement. But the Covens may get a shock with the newly appointed head of the IRIO, Kellian Mcdevrott, who has a special hatred for Coven activities. 

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Alyss

The Alyss POV comes in the form of her diary, which she is keeping as a therapeutic tool. 

Junius 2

There’s a letter for me. A letter, a letter, with a name I used to remember. Your friend, it says. I have no friends. I have a ghost in every mirror and a familiar that never talks and never shuts up but I have no friends. Letia. There’s a smear there, a dark face with eyes. I don’t remember her. She calls herself my friend. Private Letia Breeks. I should remember someone who sends me a letter. How are you? She asks. People always want a certain answer when they ask that. They want well. They don’t want to hear how I feel. They want me to make them feel better. They want to believe I’m better. So I write Dear - 

I write Letia -

Was writing a letter always this hard? I’ve gotten used to talking to you, my little book wrapped in soft leather. You never speak back. I don´t want Letia to write back. I don’t want her to be real. 

Letia - 

I am broken. There’s something wrong with me and I think it's just me. Don’t waste your time on me, because I have nothing to give you. Find someone alive to think of. Please don’t waste time on me, because then I feel like you care, and you shouldn´t care for me. I can’t stand you to care for me. 

Letia -  whatever they told you is a lie. 

Letia -  I never came back alive. 

Letia - don’t waste letters on the dead.

I’ll ask cousin to write a letter for me. 

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Happy WBW.

Does age play a role in how much respect a person gets at first glance in your world? Why?

I would say that in the Nicolette wip, age actually has the opposite effect on respect. The reason being, that in Nicolette's world, the old order has gone absolutely balls up, and many people blame the old ways for the current state of the world, i.e., war. The generation before is enshrined in power, being leaders and thinkers, but they failed to protect the younger generation from destruction. Most families in the Bresian Continent have lost an entire generation of young men and women to the war, either literally or figuratively. It's not the parents and grandparents dying in the trenches, it's their children. Even when the soldiers come home, they are left feeling even more abandoned by a culture that stigmatizes recognize mental illness and trauma as weakness. The very people meant to guide the next generation are now telling them that their experiences were useless, that they are broken, and that the war they caused was nothing but a mistake. It is understandable that this young generation is a bit rebellious to the traditional order of things.