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[thornvale]

Hello guys, just an update.

Sorry for the wait for any writing updates and the absence as well. I'm very slowly making my way through the next chapter. I wish I could say that there was something ready to give to you, but unfortunately not.

I'm finding myself in one of the worst ruts of my life, not just creatively but mentally. It feels like a lot of hard work I did to get myself out of a dark hole was undone this winter and I can't properly put into words what I'm feeling. Every day something bad happens and there are fewer and fewer good things that make it feel worth it. Things in my country are rough, I will spare a lengthy post, but it really sucks. I read back this story I've written and I hate parts of it, which makes it harder to write more when my confidence has taken a huge knock in that regard. All my brain wants to do now is lie in bed and hope for the best, it feels like that is all I can do rn.

Apologies for any messages I've taken while to respond to, here or anywhere else, for the fics I haven't caught up on yet. I'm getting there, really slowly. I'm also on the verge of starting to write an original fantasy book series, but the mental capacity just is not there while I find myself in continued instability thanks to covid and ongoing health issues.

But I hope it won't deter me. I need to get better at writing so I can use it to try and get myself out of a miserable situation. Fanfiction has been amazing practice. There is so much room for improvement, but at least I know I'm starting to be a little more capable of writing a full novel. I know there is something I can give to the world even if my brain tells me there isn't. I have very mixed feelings towards The Flame of Tech Duinn, it is FAR from perfect, but perhaps also a small step in the right direction.

Thank you again everyone for reading, and for your continued patience. I really hope at some point I can actually put some good news on this blog. I carried on the series to give people something to distract themselves from the world, and to distract myself by writing it. I really hope to continue very soon.

Most importantly, please take care of yourselves out there. If things like social media are making the world feel more hopeless than it really is, it does the world of good to step back for a while and focus on the good things around you. Much love guys.

[thornvale]

What do you think about the news of Moana getting a TV show?

Tentatively excited for it? Disney animated shows tend to be pretty quality. If it's on the same level as the Tangled series, both animation-wise and in the matter of taking its audience seriously, I think it could be really good. It'll give em the opportunity to explore all the characters and their backgrounds some more which is great. I'm hoping they'll be able to get most of the cast back and get other Pasifika people really involved in telling these stories.

[camelottree638]

FANFIC: Maleficent/Diaval/Aurora - Beyond the Black Veil - for thornvale

This video is based on @thornvale’s amazing fanfic series “Beyond the Black Veil”. Thank you for letting me use your work, I highly recommend it! https://archiveofourown.org/series/1597402

SPOILERS for the fanfic:

Diaval and Maleficent get closer but when Diaval touches her wings in a thoughtless momnet, Maleficent snaps shut and chases him away as her trauma resurfaces. Diaval flies north and is captured by the Tundra Fey Wynne who makes him bound to her if he does not want to freeze in the cold.

After a long time in Wynne’s icy clutches Diaval escapes and stumbles upon an inn in Wickpon, where he is nursed back to health by Mera, the Queen of Wickpon who is here in disguise to help her people after Wynne has taken over.

Diaval becomes the official ambassador of the Moors and Queen Aurora with frequent visits to Mera. When the ghost mists, the  Feth Fiadha reappear with the dead, Aurora and her family have to set aside their peaceful nature to defend their home.

Diaval is captured and meets Mera’s son. They are reunited, only for Mera to be killed defending her kingdom, which sents Diaval in a draconic rage. Not even the Ravens can be trusted anymore, for they are used as spies.

Maleficent and Diaval reluctantly take up arms but still remember the peaceful past of their wedding, fighting for a brighter future.

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o ICE. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BXF0NsnvseU

o Wings: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i-O9_2B_pq4

[thornvale]

Camelot helping bust me out of a funk with this fan video of my Maleficent series. A lot of hard work went into it, thanks so much again for making it!!

[thornvale]

@endlessmoonrise reminded me that Friday was the first year anniversary of the Beyond the Black Veil series starting!! Thanks all who have been reading and especially those who have stuck it out to (nearly) the end. I was hoping to have it finished by now but life got in the way of that. 😅 I can't believe it's been a whole year!

Thanks again all and I hope life is treating you well.

[wordfather]

me: *opens document*

my characters:

[thornvale]

Chapter 22 is up!!

Gonna bury myself in blankets and hibernate now. This chapter is actually a blurry mess at this point. 😆

[ganondoodle]

Zelda Lore:  “this is a twisted, mindless monster formed from a mere fragment of an ancient god of hate and destruction, if you let it reach this temple the whole fking world will end" 

 the boss in question:

[thornvale]

Next chapter of The Flame of Tech Duinn is nearly done. It's pretty mahoosive at over 20k words, so I might end up splitting it, but I feel it might work better as a single chapter.

Thanks to everyone who has left kind messages. Sorry I take so long to get around to answering. It honestly means the world, though. Take care of yourselves!!

[heartsnmagic]

[silvaris]

Lamp in the Forest by Alexander Schitschka

[thornvale]

Hey, I saw your update. I lost mine back in March and I hope things will be okay for you. The community's here if you ever need an ear or a shoulder. <3

I'm so sorry to hear that! I really hope things have picked up for you since then. :( Thanks so much for the kind message. 🖤

[thornvale]

Officially lost my job as of today. 😂

So sorry for the wait on the fic I'm working on. Thank you those who have been checking in and leaving supportive messages, it's really appreciated. I'm so keen to finish this series for you all. And huge apologies for being so behind on reading fics. I will catch up!!

To everyone else out there going through bad times, I really hope that things can become better and more secure for you in the future.

[thornvale]

Found out through the media I am probably losing my job tomorrow.

I'm not downcast about losing the job itself - but to lose my income and security, especially as things are at the moment? I work for a multi-million dollar company that is apparently going to fire most of its staff (again). I am just like numb rn.

[thornvale]

Hey there! Apologies for the lack of activity regarding fics - the next chapter is being worked on, I've just got a fair bit of other stuff going on as well, and this chapter is proving particularly difficult to write in several ways. However, here's an excerpt from it should you like to read a bit of it!!

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Over the vast forests of the kingdom, a great, black dragon soared through the mists. 

He did not fly blindly in a terrible rage, as dragons were thought to do. He did not seek to cause destruction out of vengeance for all the wrongs done. His amber eyes, alight with the fire that threatened and melted away at his teeth, moved about the trees and searched instead for a life that it wanted to save. Diablo the Black, the dragon of the Moors, was of course not truly the vicious, mindless beast spoken of in stories, nor one that really sought to destroy the castles of Perceforest and Ulstead. The last thing he wanted to do was to terrify children and gobble up humans whole, for he was not Diablo, but Diaval, who thought that humans probably had a disagreeable sort of flavour and hated the thought of killing anything that wasn’t an insect or a rodent.

A dragon was not his nature, but it was a useful skin to wear when the time called for it - albeit a dangerous one, for its mind was a storm easily manipulated by unseen forces. Like a storm, it was also unpredictable, powerful, and chaotic, roaring out like thunder to rip apart the very earth and skies.

But he was Diaval, and he was also wiser than he appeared, because he was, of course, not really a dragon in the slightest. He was a raven, and though he was wounded by the death of a friend and the disaster that had unfolded, he knew he could not make things worse by letting the rage truly embody itself in the shape that he wore. He had to be careful. Precise. A raven on the hunt.

And he knew where to look without having to think about it for long. 

Finding the river, he soared over its length as his keen eyes scoured ahead. He beat at the mist with his wings, sending it rolling off to clear his way. At the river’s edge, he saw statues of ice stood festering alone in a sorry tale long spun, and his stomach lurched at the sight of the poor wolves and the mare that lost their lives to the Moon Witch by only trying to help him. It was at that very spot upon the frozen river that he’d thought it was all over. He’d only had one choice after that: to bring the witch down with him, no matter what. 

Things hadn’t entirely gone to plan. 

He remembered how cold the ice was as he crawled across it, sheer desperation driving him onwards. He remembered the sharp agony of a weapon lancing through him, sure to kill him. More succinctly, he remembered the ache of a curse embedded in his heart that worsened with every step he took from the Moon Witch, every betrayal. It was that very curse which had claimed his life that cold night in Wickpon. And yet, there he was again to reluctantly relive it all as he sought to find Wynne now, not run away.

With a few more beats of his powerful wings, he found the decrepit old farmhouse by the river. Bones gnawed on by wolves still littered the outside of it. Snowy mounds sought to bury the ruins entirely. If he were to look inside, he knew he would find a broken table, the strange magical artefacts of a witch, and a nest woven of the dark trees nearby.

More noticeably, Wynne was there, too, as if no time had passed at all.

[sigillums]

To the good people of Revendreth… It is with optimism that I address you today, though these are challenging times. Remain devout and resolute, and know that I will lead us all into a brighter future.

[mynocturnality]

[dark-light-d-r-e-a-m-s]

Kryszyszof Kawaliak.