Hi! This is the writing blog of Arisa Cliché. Here you can find the artist in her natural habitat, crying over her YA series and other writing endeavors. Enjoy your stay! Please send an ask for any and all business queries. Hover over the icon and click 'more' to see my portfolio, about me, current wips, and other fun stuff! (Follows back from: whileyoureinschoolidothisallday)
Hello, hello, friends! Welcome to my Writeblr! =D I’m not new here, but I figured I’d better finally make a proper Writeblr intro so people actually know I exist ^^; Without further ado, let’s get into it!
Fair warning, I don’t know how to shut up ;p
✧･ﾟ: *𝓦𝓱𝓸 𝓐𝓶 𝓘? ✧･ﾟ:
✧Name: Arisa Cliché (Risa for short is also fine! ^^)
✧Age: 30s
✧Pronouns: She/Her, Xae/Xem
✧Identifies As: A disabled, mixed-race and genderqueer Black woman, badass witch, cripplepunk anti-capitalist, and a cutie in a wheelchair ;p
✧Primary Genres: Creative Nonfiction, YA Fiction (Sci-fi mostly!), Poetry, and Fanfiction. I also might be dabbling in a little horror soon 👀
✧Other Interests: Anime, Video Games (JRPGs, Indies, and Adventures are my fave, but I like casual shit like ACNH and Stardew Valley too!), Fashion (Especially Lolita, Goth, and other alternative stuff), Music (Metalcore and more alternative stuff is my fave! With BTS as an extreme outlier lmao), Indoor and Outdoor Gardening, Witchcraft, Fandom and Fandom Culture, Civil Rights Advocacy, Gender and Sexuality Studies, and Swearing :p
✧･ﾟ: *𝓦𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓓𝓸 𝓘 𝓓𝓸 𝓞𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓗𝓮𝓻𝓮? ✧･ﾟ: *
✧As I’ve had this blog a few years now, it turns out that I post/RB a lot of writeblr positivity and humorous writer content! Inbetween that, I also post craft advice, prompts, moodboards, and eventually I’ll be posting a lot more about Stuff I’ve Learned About the Publishing Industry So You Don’t Have To as I navigate my way through my own publishing journey!
✧Of course, I also post about my own writing, but we’ll get to that in a sec!
✧I don’t have a lot of rules or DNIs, but this blog and every other blog I run is a safe space for all POC, Queer, Disabled, and Trans folks! I am a very far-left person and all my writing reflects that, so if you have a problem with any of the above, not only will you not vibe here but we can’t be friends.
✧I check blogs before I follow back, but If I do it’ll be from my main, @whileyoureinschoolidothisallday !
✧Now that you’ve read this far, it’s time for the main course! =D (take a look under the cut!)
After saving the world from an alien race called Chaos Powers, a paranoid culture and a deep savior complex allowed government organization, Panacea, to run the world without opposition. Ariana Salem and the rest of the Unseen live their lives pretending to be normal, knowing that if anyone ever discovered their secret—that the Chaos Powers never died, and instead were using them as human hosts—Panacea would never let them live. It was only a matter of time before someone blew their cover, and when one of their own is captured, Ariana declares war.
A year later, the Unseen are labeled terrorists, and the battle has no end in sight. When strange storms begin popping up around the world, it’s revealed one of Panacea’s prisoners has escaped. Now, Ariana has a choice: Follow the lead and continue the battle despite the debilitating trauma it causes her, or sacrifice their freedom before she completely loses herself.
(You can read Cynical Chaos on ao3! I post new chapters every Saturday ^_^)
And feel free to check out my full Tag List for not only the other writing I’ve posted, but everything else I’ve posted too!
If you’ve read this far, please don’t be a stranger! I’d love to make more writeblr friends (Y’all are a lot less intimidating than Twitter ^^;)! Feel free to DM me about any shared interests, my WIPS, your WIPS, or just to say hi!
Hello, everyone! Welcome to this years Writeblr Summerfest! Our community selected theme was Abandoned Carnival and that means we’re in for a roaring good time! We’re bringing back some old favorites this year, and some new goodies.
As things are launched and unveiled, they will be added here, to the pinned post, for easy access. Frequently used tags will be put here as well.
This festival is all about building a community, growing our stories, and having fun. So from me to you, let’s have a killer Writeblr Summerfest 2026!
Events
Minkie Commissions
Editing Extravaganza
Writing Contests
Raffle
…what is this?
Common Tags
Writing Prompts
Character Asks
Ask Games
Community Events
Moodboard Prompts
Other Fun Things
Looking to support your fellow writer? Check out @writeblrsummerfestreblogs for a catalog of everyone’s prompt fills and responses!
And don’t forget, the Summerfest is open for all types of writing and character fun – DnD characters, fanfiction, original fiction, you write it, you can do it! Take part in every game, take part only in your favorites, just come to look at what everyone else is doing… There’s no right or wrong way to take part in the Summerfest!
There are several ways to enter this raffle. Let's discuss them!
Go to yesterday's post and read + review ANYTHING that has been published by our fellow writers. This can be free works published on AO3 or paid works published on sites like Amazon. One entry for item read and reviewed!
Go to yesterday's post and join any of the newsletters that interest you. One entry per newsletter joined!
Make a post on your own socials talking about Writeblr Summerfest!
Join the Wolf Pack's discord. One entry when you join.
Make fan art for Summerfest. One entry for a post + tag.
PROOF OF ENTRIES MUST BE PROVIDED VIA SCREENSHOT EITHER AS A DM OR A REBLOG.
As you can tell, the raffle has been designed to help put a spotlight on indie authors.
Did you know if a book gets 50 reviews, Amazon will push it harder in the algorithm? Did you know that authors often share special goodies in their newsletters? Did you know Summerfest is run by a single person who spends all year making this event?
Did you know that the raffle is for a fun physical prize?
This is only ONE PART of the prize. The rest of it contains mystery goodies!
The raffle winner will be drawn and announced on the final day of Summerfest!
We've had a busy few days and we're all getting a little tired. We'll need to find somewhere to nap first. And...with everything in the air, we might have some weird dreams.
We should probably know each other very closely, right? Like...in case something happens once it gets dark.
I know! Let's play two truths and a lie!
Reblog this post and share two truths and one lie about your main character! Remember to play the game with other people, too!
Apple: A gentle breeze dances in the trees. It carries the sweet smell of apples and flowers we can't yet see. If I listen hard enough, I can hear the familiar, lazy strums of a guitar.
Storm: The slow coiling of the sky reminds me of a warning, like the storm itself is trying to scream, stay away. If I listen hard enough, I can almost hear it echoed in the wind.
Blue:
I look down at the blue cushions and pick at them. "It's stupid."
Wow. This place is totally abandoned. I don't think we're going to find any help here. But you know, at least we aren't still walking on the side of the road? That's got to count for something.
Well, there are so many of us here right now. This probably isn't the first time you've broken into somewhere, right?
You should, you know, share that story.
Reblog this post and tell us (or share a writing excerpt) of your characters breaking into something or somewhere!
"Do you think you can cause some kinda scene or something? Like, hide your face and scream?" I ask.
It's plenty dark in the alley, and this is a much smaller part of the city. Not as many people means not as much of a Panacea presence. No one to show off to.
"What? Why?" Damali tilts her head at me. Her jaw drops in horror once she realizes what I'm saying. "Y-You can't steal them!"
"I wasn't gonna steal, technically. I was just gonna turn on my eyes and ask nicely."
"No!"
"Dee, I've killed people. I don't think stealing a popsicle will have much impact on my morals."
"No!" She's so scandalized by the idea of thievery it's hard not to laugh. She grabs my wrist to drag me away and onto a different street. "Nevermind, it's fine, we–we–we'll have ice cream at home."
"Wait, wait, okay," I say with a laugh. "If you wanna be difficult about it, I know a different trick."
It takes a little bit, but eventually we find a vending machine. I snap my fingers in my pocket and it breaks with only a few sparks flying around it. I make it look like I'm buying something so it doesn't seem as suspicious when I'm reaching into the return slot. Change falls out of it, and continues to spill out on the ground when we leave.
"This is still illegal!" she hisses.
"Girl, our entire existence is illegal. Pick a struggle."
I don't know what was up with the row of stalls over on the left. It just felt like...something was going on over there. Do you think there was a ghost over there?
Do you believe in ghosts?
Are there any ghosts in your story? Are there any ghost stories?
The Ferris Wheel is old and rusted but one of the carriages is down at the bottom. Sarah climbs into it, the metal creaking. It's a low, unsettling sound but the shade is a welcome relief.
She sist down on the bottom of the carriage. Out of everywhere she's seen thus far, this looks like the best place to sit down and rest.
And what else is she going to do? She still doesn't have a working phone. She's lost. She's tired.
A nap sounds like it would fix just about everything.
She closes your eyes, reflecting on how strange everything has become. Quickly, darkness falls over her. Beneath it, a strange blue-grey haze is sitting, like a storm. Electricity fills the air but it's not enough to wake her.
There's a voice, then. It sounds amused and friendly. "Wow. You got really turned around, huh? Well, if you play your cards right, I might be willing to help you get out of here."
She tries to move toward the light, but her dream swallows her whole.
When I open my eyes again, there's nothing but shadows.
I dart upright. I have to wait until my eyes adjust to see my hand in front of my face. Even then, there's only an outline. Something like fog caresses my skin. It's fluttery, like spiderwebs. I scramble to my feet and try to shake it off.
"Hello?" I call.
There's a heavy echo. The darkness doesn't seem to end. A strange thrumming sound carries in the air, like some kind of distant machinery. A feeling of dread spreads in my chest.
"Hello?"
A deep growl from behind me overpowers the distant noise. I whirl around. With a snap of my fingers, Kendra's energy crackles to life in my hands. The purple sparks give me brief flecks of light, but they don't have wide enough range to be helpful. I try not to move much more, and keep my breathing as shallow as possible. The beastly growl continues, without getting any closer. We're at a stand-off.
A familiar, distant scream suddenly punctures the air.
"Sabin?" I yell.
The growls behind me intensify at the sound of my movements. His voice rang so clear. The distressful scream makes the energy in my hands spark more rapidly.
There's a pause where I only hear my heartbeat.
"Ariana!"
The ominous weight keeping me frozen fractures into adrenaline. Suddenly, I'm running as fast as my feet can possibly take me. The growls mean nothing anymore, even when they chase me. Even when there's more than one. I still haven't seen what they are, but I can feel their breath on my neck. Where are they coming from? Are they after Sabin too? The growls echo from every direction.
I fire behind me. The sparking energy crackles in the air upon impact, making the hairs on my arms stand up. I can't kill what I can't see, so blind shots are all I can do to buy myself time. Sabin's screams keep me moving. If I can get to him, I know this will be over.
If I can get to him, everything will be okay.
There's only a few seconds of quiet between every blast, then the creatures are at my heels again. I can't shake them. Kendra's energy has risen from my hands to my arms. The sparks are constant enough now that I can see myself at least, but there's still no sign of the monsters. Just growls in the dark. I fire another blast.
Sabin screams again. I can see enough to catch his figure now. He's right ahead of me. With every flash of light, I see more and more of him disappear. The shadows are pulling him in. They've almost got him.
"Hold on!" I'm right there. It'll only take a few more steps. The monsters must know it too. They're swiping at my ankles now. Some of them connect.
There's no way for me to know where they are or where they're coming from. The only thing I do know is that they stop after I shoot them, for a good five seconds at least. Probably more if I could hit them all. That's enough time to get to him, and then this will all stop.
With Kendra's energy burning in my veins, I fire in as many directions as I can. There's no sound other than explosions. No whines or hisses of pain to confirm a hit. I start counting anyway. One, two…
Sabin's almost gone. The shadows have pulled him in far enough that they've covered his mouth. I'm close enough to hear him mumbling.
Three, four. Only his hand is reaching out now.
Five. I stretch my hand.
…And catch him!
Without a second thought, I pull. I dig my feet into the ground and summon as much power as I can stand. My nails grip into his skin. Sabin gasps for air once his mouth is free. He pulls toward me, frantic
.
"Ria!" The sound of my name in his voice brings tears to my eyes.
He's never looked so terrified before. Not even when they took him.
"Ria, get me out of here!"
"I've got you!" I blink the tears away and keep pulling.
Whatever's on the other side sharply jerks him back, dragging me with him. Both of us yell, but I catch my footing before it can pull him in again. It can't have him. Not this time. Whatever's back there, I know I'm stronger. Even with the darkness resisting, inch by inch I get him further from its grasp and into mine.
"We're almost there!" I say.
He's released enough now that his arms are wrapped around me, and I've grabbed onto his waist. He's sickly thin, and so much weaker than he should be. My muscles burn from the constant strain, threatening to fail me the longer I keep hold. I haven't used this much power in months, but backing down isn't an option.
Despite our progress, Sabin keeps glancing behind him with the same fearful expression.
“Please, don't let go.” His shaky sobs vibrate in my chest.
“I won't! I've got you!”
Just a little bit more, and we'll be free. We're almost there.
“I'm getting us out of here! We'll go home, and everything will be fine, okay? I promise! Don't give up!”
I talk in a frenzy. I'm not sure if I'm convincing him or myself. The briefest spark of determination fills Sabin's eyes, and in that second it feels like the year never happened. If he believes in me, I can make it. It's the spark I need. There's only a little more left.
Sabin's gaze drifts from my face to the abyss behind us. My hopes sink to the bottom of my stomach at the sight of his eyes. The brief spark of life fades until the terror takes over once more. Instead, he stares ahead with a dire glare.
"No…" he whispers. Before I can respond, he's looking at me again. "Ria, run!"
I assume it's the monsters again and ready a blast. That little glimmer in me, still refusing to let go of hope. But when I turn my head to fire, I'm met with a gun against my forehead.
A Devil’s Cage.
My blood runs cold. The form of the wielder hides in the shadows, all except for a few features. Always the same.
