Hey friends! If you’re planning on participating in Worldbuilding June (either for one day, all of them, or any amount in between), check out the official blog.
As is now tradition, I’m posting a list that’s a bit different than the official list. However! Turns out fulfilling a Kickstarter, having a job, and trying to keep up with home games and social life leaves one with very little time to maintain a blog. As such, this year’s list will be a bit different. For more traditional prompts, you can check out my list from 2017 or 2018.
This year, I’m going to write a single word for each day of the month. Interpret how you will; write a prose blurb, flesh out details based on word association, create a playlist, draw something, whatever suits your fancy! Just take these words as a way to explore your world in snippets, wide strokes, or obscure details.
Landscape
Coalescence
Fervor
Diaspora
Nemesis
Bellows
Lullaby
Tome
Delicacy
Competition
Anguish
Triumph
Affliction
Cacophany
Wild
Earthen
Bewitch
Rest
Secret
Historic
Ephiphany
Grotesque
Banter
Onward
Astronomy
Equip
Appreciation
Diplomatic
Foresight
Dust
Tag anything you post with #wbj19 or #worldbuildingjune19 so I and others can check them out!
I know I know, I’ve been a disappointment this year!
To be honest, worldbuilding june is just a regurgitation month for me so if you’re interested in what I’ve said about my world and setting so far, you can check them here.
This instance, I’ve had a bit of a breakthrough with my worlds set religion. For some brief context, Winged Cat series takes place in a higher spiritual plane called Eden. Yes, that Eden.
The people there are essentially angels in training, living out humanish lives and when they die, they will ascend into the angelic ranks. Their “gods” so to speak are angels who they look up to as role models oh how they should act and live their lives.
This belief structure is truth and created the religion that the majority follow in.
This religion focuses on teaching those of Eden theology and philosophy both from the human word and their own. They strive to be vessels of perfect judgement, empathy, compassion, and humility. Showing loyalty to both God and the Angels who rule over Eden. Doing so will put you on the right path and strengthen yourself against falling into demonism. So in the other life, you’d be there to do the same for humans.
Tag List: @authorkimberlygrey @ragethewriter @kainablue @angelwriteblr@thegobletofire
It’s 8 days into World Building June, and I’m slackin.
My world is built to kingdom come, so what better excuse do I have to drag up my last round of WBJ posts (which were completed when i had,,, zero followers), and parade them around - now newly polished and extended!
Have you ever wanted to delve into a huge garbage dumpster of many, many, (too many) stupidly extensive sci-fi facts? Well look no further! Hybrid is crammed to the brim, and ready for the lecture hall.
For a quick refresher, you can find the WIP page for Hybrid here, (supernatural sci-fi romance, babey!!) - and this parade of worldbuilding posts under my “WBJ19″ tag!
I’ll be working on something I call Arenthella, So strap in folks cus this will be a long post. Apologies in advance for poor comma placements, I never learned how they works. Hopefully I can put a ‘read more’ once I get into a computer.
The birth of Hera sparked a new time, between the void and the start. For eons, there was only her as she slumbered, waiting for her powers to grow. When she woke up, she was blind, unable to see anything but the void. So she made the stars, the lights in the sky that allowed her to see herself, to form herself.
For a long time, all she needed was herself and the stars. But after having counted every hair on her head, every vein in her skin, every beat of her heart, and having heard it all repeated again and again, she grew to wish for more.
And so, the first spark of existence came to be. The stars saw the glimpsing start of a new era: The Creation.
But Hera was still young and inexperienced, she could not control everything on her own. She needed help, so she made help. The four greater artisans: Geos, Thermos, Aeros, and Aquos. Each was given a region to rule over and each was given a part of the planet to help mold. With their help, Hera could now focus on creating life for her world. The first Thellers breathed the air and saw their mother. They titled her Hera, Greater Goddess of Life and Creation.
Life was peaceful for some decades, but as life made more life, Hera saw that space would run thin. Hera, being the greater goddess of life and creation, could not end, destroy, or in any other way remove her children from Arenthella.
Once more, she needed help, and once more, she made it. Daederos, Hera’s right-hand man, the God of Death and Destruction came to be, and the world was stable once more.
Along the ages came more deities like Wesolek the Deity of Trickery and Illusion, and Cibil the Seer of Time. All have their own stories and all wish to help Hera and her children.
One god joined far later than the rest of them, his name Barzillay. But his story, and the story of Daederos’ fall are connected and are both for another day.
So just realised that being away means I’ll miss the start of Worldbuilding June. Oh no! I might catch up on things when I’m home, or I might just end up skipping it this year (which will be the first in a while that I’ve skipped!).
Anyway, good luck to everyone participating, and have fun!!
Animals that live in the wetlands of the Ripple petal are often colored in muted greys with splashes of neon hue, and also make a Lot of noise. A creature common to the lakes and ponds of the Ripple petal is the Choir Fish; a round little amphibian with tiny fins and three large air sacs. The Choir Fish can inflate and vibrate each air sac independently, which it uses to create a very synthetic-sounding trill. Different Choir Fish like the sounds of different trills, and they tend to form mating pairs based on trills.
The Laughing Heron is the natural predator of Choir Fish. This wading bird got its name from its distinctive call, which has been known to confuse travelers - imagine exploring the lakeside, and hearing multiple people laughing extremely loudly in the distance, from multiple angles. Laughing Herons are solitary animals, though, so they don’t travel or feed in groups.
And, as is the case with any petal, if you travel too far into the wild, the animals start... changing, subtly.
The first intelligent creatures to find this world named it Sukibe, the green planet. In the years since, life has grown and changed, a single sapient species soon joined by others: clever tree-dwelling goblins, great gentle dragons... and a troublingly inventive breed of bipedal apes. And as these peoples grew, the stars spun, and watched, in the distant heavens.
Bit of story to introduce you to the world under the read more! (Tagging @firesidefantasy, by request!)
The goblins squabbled as they made their way through the trees, moving from branch to branch in hops and short glides. One of them kicked her brother just as he pushed off and sent him gliding directly into a nearby trunk, and the canopy rang with a chorus of delighted cackles, a discordant counterpoint to the ever-present birdsong and insect buzz.
They fell silent, however, as more sunlight broke through the trees ahead, as the jungle gave way to cleared land. One by one, the hunched, lightly furred forms gathered in the upper branches overlooking the city, lined up shoulder-to-shoulder like birds settling in to roost. As the sun sank beyond stone tiers and spires, the dying light caught their eyes and reflected back shining green in the darkening canopy, watching the city winding down with hungry anticipation.
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The lady pressed herself deeper into her dragon's feathers, trying to shelter a little more from the wind and the clammy mist of the clouds they wheeled through. She'd dressed for the flight, of course, but up here, the moment the sun went down it seemed as if all heat went out of the world all at once.
"You watch," she muttered into her scarf. "We'll get over the hills and we'll find empty air and starlight. Those new lookouts… no sense at all. See a flash of lightning or the sun's handmaidens and they lose their heads every time."
She knew the wind carried her voice away, barely audible even to her own ears, but she felt a sparkling bubble of amusement rise in her chest nevertheless - dragon's emotions, not hers. He thought she was just irked to have her evening with that pretty herder interrupted… and maybe he was right, but there was still no call to laugh at her over it. She huffed and buried her face in feathers, sulking.
She stayed like that until she felt a slight lurch in her stomach, a slight dip as they crested the tallest of the hilltops and glided down the leeward side… and then a sharp spike of alarm that sent the chill of dusk straight to her bones. The knight lifted her head, and her eyes went wide as she took in what her dragon had already seen -- towers of crystal dimly lit from within, shadows of human forms moving inside them, all floating impossibly more than a mile above the earth.
"What…?" she whispered, and was answered only by a dizzying whirl of confusion from the dragon beneath her.
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The dark elf charted the stars. This was no different from any other night -- this was her purpose, plainly marked by her deep indigo coloration and moon-white hair, her overlarge eyes built to collect the faintest light in the dark, the splinter of pale crystal embedded just under the skin at the outside curve of both of those impossibly round eyes.
She sat cross-legged on the surface of the sea, remaining atop the gently rising and falling waves as surely as if they were solid earth. Out here, she was far enough from crystal lights and nighttime fires that they wouldn't blind her to the most distant points of light -- some lights moved below the waters occasionally, a green flash at the breaking edge of wavelets, but none bright enough or lasting long enough to trouble her.
A dim echo of the night sky spread out over her lap, projected from the crystal strung from a chain around her neck, and her long nimble fingers danced over the projection like a harpist playing a familiar tune. She tapped one pinpoint of light after another, scarcely taking her eyes off the starfield above to watch where her fingers hit; with each contact, a faint chime sounded, varying in pitch and tone according to criteria it would have taken her hours to explain. To anyone else it was just noise, dissonant and unsettling, but to her it was a song, each note marking an old friend whose position and brightness and color she knew by heart.
The song faltered. Her middle finger hovered above one tiny star-image in her lap, so small and faint that someone with less sensitive eyes might not see it at all. Her eyes flicked down at her hands, at the projection, back up into space. She blinked slowly, willing something to change when she opened her eyes. It didn't.
One of her old friends, one of those barely-visible points of light, had vanished. It hadn't dimmed, hadn't been masked by a passing planet or stardust, it was simply gone. Her fingers trembled despite herself.
