Changes to Terraclaw’s story
@happyorogeny @insidedamienshead @purgatorydotexe @abalonetea so this will be slight spoilers because I talk about abandoned plans for Terraclaw, but I thought you’d be interested!
@staroftheritotribe @radiozilla im tagging you two because you’ve helped me these past 6 years with the original plans and dont worry I have all of our notes and stuff still
TW: Talks of heavy subjects e.g war, abuse ect
Okay so, heres some of the changes with Terraclaw.
- Winderemere no longer exists in Terraclaw because this stupid bitch realised Windermere is a lake after her stepdad told her its a lake XD - so Terraclaw consists of: Molteshaden, Icerrun, Raridon and Warrendon
-Duskblood isn't basically Hitler. He's going to experiment on the wildlife (basically think of the wildlife like its fucking Pokemon or Yu-Gi-Oh or something, just think of like, mythical creatures from something that isnt offensive) and he's going to be more of a mad scientist.
- Duskblood isn't going to bomb Icerrun and make Lucia/Zapp the last of her kind
- Molteshaden will not be cut off from the other countries.
- The others will not use the wildlife to fight ‘Clawslingers’ are nonexistant now and they’ll all fight with the typical magical, bows and arrows ect instead
- Crystal WILL find out she has magic. Athena will state that she does not have magic but Damien and Crystal will.
- Duskblood will not be searching for the Entrance to Terraclaw so he can start a war and take over The Surface world (1960s Earth)
- Duskblood isn't going to have been in power for twenty years when Crystal shows up, I'm going to have him do his entire plan for power within about a year or two so by the time Crystal is called to Terraclaw, she'll be there to stop him after he's done most of what he had planned.
- Zapp will not be arrested for terrorism and put on trial in her own country and charged, because Duskblood never bombs her home.
-Crystal will actually know her father when the story starts and she'll know what Terraclaw is, instead of finding out as the story goes on
- I do however, need to figure out why Jess, Roger, Crystal, Samuel and Bonnie will be living in The Surface when Duskblood's bad intentions have been mostly rewritten so he's not as bad as he used to be.
- Timber isn't going to be going by "Steelwing" because as Duskblood doesnt experiment on people now, there is no need for him to be seen as monster who is half monster half man
- Same can be said for Zapp, seen as above but she'll be given Zapp as her name for a different reason
- Damien, Alexandria's son is going to have a bigger role in the story but still be classed as a side character
- We learn about Damien and what happened to Alexandria, Athena's sister
-Instead of having 14 main characters consisting of all the original team and the original Terraclaw struggled because I tried to get everybody's voice heard, I'm probably going to have the main characters be Athena, Jess, Oakley, Crystal, Duskblood, Timber, Alexandria and Zapp. Everybody else will probably be a SC-
- Side characters: Roger, Bonnie, Samuel, Terra, Darcy, Cinder, Ember, Damien and Caius
- speaking of Bonnie and Samuel, Jess and Roger's parents, they will probably end up coming back to Terraclaw instead of staying in 1960s Nottingham on The Surface.
- Samuel will be in much better health so can probably do a lot more than how I originally helped him (he was affected by Duskblood in the original plans)
- the Forgotten Realms aka trilogy 2 of the original plans, no longer exists. It will be implied there are other unexplored regions of Terraclaw but that is it.
- Ember isn't going to die.
- Athena isn't going to sacrifice herself for her daughter
- Duskblood's fate however, is unknown at this moment in time
- Duskblood is going to kill Alexandria as she makes her way to her wedding, same for her fiancee.
- Instead of being a baby when the above happened, Damien will be thirty and witness what Duskblood is doing, and will be the one to alert Athena to what is happening
- Alexandria will be trying to raise the dead so she can have an army to fight Duskblood to get revenge on him because she's a ghost
- In the original plans, Alexandria was going to possess Crystal to use her body so she can physically fight Duskblood but in the original plans, Alexandria didnt know Duskblood was already dead by the time she starts her revenge plan. Instead in the new plans, she's going to just be a ghost on a path for revenge, with access to her powers
- Caius, Alexandria's fiancee was going to be a main villain and would have paid people to say nice things about her, but he will have no power now but will still be a dead spirit trying to guide the others.
- Duskblood is going to become paranoid because he wont realise the bad things that start to happen to him, are Alexandria's fault and the others will have to tell Duskblood what is going on
- The monarchy will probably be restored???
- Athena will probably abdicate, but if she does the choice of who is next in line falls to Damien or Crystal and there will be that big discussion. Because Damien should have been next in line to the throne but Duskblood put Athena on the throne before he overthrew her when Athena refused to marry him so he could be King.
- The Drunk Dragon and Duskblood's entire fortress will move from Molteshaden to Raridon because Raridon is the kingdom capital. Duskblood will have taken over the castle.
- Oakley will not be an orphan anymore.
- Darcy, Ember and Cinder’s dad will still be a drunken alcoholic but will still be alive
- Oakley will still be a protege under Timber, but Crystal won’t be hurt over the fact.
- Darcy will still hate the monarchy ect but will be toned down.
- Darcy won’t hate Crystal as much as she did in the original plans because she believed Crystal was the reason everything bad happened, but given the fact that most of the story will be different in the new plans, there isn’t any real reason for Darcy to hate her
- Duskblood won’t be homophobic or racist, so he’ll have no problems with Crystal getting with Oakley nor will he go off on Athena for getting with Timber (Timber is black, Athena is white)
- Timber’s backstory of finding Terraclaw when he’s escaping from The Blirz will still be intact but Duskblood will be nicer to him instead of being a racist, jealous genocidal bastard
- The original plans for Terraclaw had a side plot where Duskblood tried to convince Crystal that he was her father because Duskblood is obsessed with Athena and he does all this despite the fact Crystal clearly isn’t white. This has been dropped from the new plans
what birthday cake did callan get? or what is his favourite flavour?
Callan likes chocolate cake with cream!
It's just one of many baked goods at his birthday party, but it's his favorite! He can't get enough of it.
When he was younger, he used to snatch a piece of the chocolate cake even before it was served.
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We're two thirds of the way through April’s Camp NaNoWriMo, and as you may know, I've been working on a humorous, genre savvy supervillain/secret agent genre novel - One in a Minion.
It would mean the world to me if you checked it out on Wattpad or deviantART, and maybe left some feedback to help me with future drafts: this is also going to be my project for July’s camp.
Direct links will be in the self-reblog: please see the notes.
Thanks - have an awesome day!
Wattpad and deviantART username: Little-Red-Hat
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but what even is writing, actually?
LOVE STORY SHORT:
Me dices que no mandas flores,
Porque las flores se mueren en vasos,
Porque marchitas recuerdan fracasos,
Porque lo hermoso se pudre en manteles,
Porque el desenlace duele,
Se queda la espina en la mente de ambos,
Se olvida aquel último abrazo,
Que nos vio nacer y hoy se despide, despacio.
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What does Callan like doing on his birthdays? What's the happiest birthday he remembers?
Callan's birthdays always start with sleeping in, sweets for breakfast and quality time with his loved ones (also cuddles, lots of cuddles. when he was younger from his dad and his nurse, later from his husband).
He also visits the temple of the moon goddess every year, because his birthday happens to be on the same day as a very important fae holiday dedicated to the moon (and because she's the one who saved his life when he was born).
Often, those visits were connected with a little walk through the village. Or he snuck away to meet Henry (though later when Henry lived with him there was no need for that anymore).
Afterwards, his best friend Rhys, who's prince if the Aspen Court, will visit (sometimes he already comes a day or do earlier) and the two usually prepare for the upcoming feast together.
Because on Callan's birthday, there is always a huge feast where many friends and other people are invited to celebrate. Callan loves feasts, especially his own birthday feast: the music, dressing up, being around people, dancing - he is excited for it every year.
The celebrations go until late at night, though to the end of it, Callan always gets away from the festivities and instead goes spending some quiet time in the gardens, visiting his mother's statue, bringing her flowers and talking to her for a while before going to bed. And that's usually how he spends his birthday.
And the happiest birthday he remembers is the first one he had after he married Henry, because it was the first time he had all his loved ones around him for his birthday and that the whole day. Oh and there was also one when he was still pretty young, where his father, who usually was always busy with his duty as king, took a whole day off and made a trip with him, just the two of them (even without guards).
(thanks a lot for participating in this little ask event! 💙)
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Lost in Space Part 10: Ch 1
Summary: Significant changes have occurred while she was unconscious. One of them includes the imprisonment of Syco. Part 10 deals with the unnamed Space Explorer and her reconciliation.
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Beyond this cubic rock formation and the taiga beneath our dangling feet, the sun began to rise. The sky started to fade from red, pink, and purple to blue and a golden yellow as the fiery orb rose above our heads, and the animals beneath, between, and within the fir, spruce, and pine trees bellowed their yawns and growls. Birds flew above the greenery, and one fluttered towards us. Their interest was towards the small stream of water between us, though. Nearly two decades ago, before it happened, the animals on our planet would never dare to do such. They feared us for the most part. After everything, the aftermath of the invasion, both humans and animals have learned we should not fear each other but instead fear what lies beyond the limits of our touch because if we cannot touch it, then we do not know it. There was a reason God separated us from them. We learned this painfully well. Out of the ten thousand survivors of the initial attack, only one thousand survived the rebellion, barely a fraction of Earth’s population before we met Hell.
For ten years, we planned, survived, and lost. I lost my right leg when trying to save the girl to my right, the one staring at that very scar. Her name was Ashley. She changed her name to Kaishi a few years back because she no longer wanted to be associated with her parents. Those scumbags tried to exchange her life for those demons in exchange for theirs. She was a girl, after all. Apparently, her parents pushed for a boy five other times. All miscarriages. The only child that came from their selfish efforts could not possibly run their family business. Up to now, I do not know what their family business was. I never want to ask because I never want her to relive those memories of pressure, hatred, and depression. So, I barely know about Kaishi’s family besides knowing her grandmother, though unfortunately, for a short time, she was the only one that showed her love until I came into her life. Her name is the way it is now because of her. It is what her grandmother would call her. I wish I met that woman because I want to thank her. If it was not for her, then the love of my life would not be here. She would instead be in an urn in some fancy mausoleum, collecting dust as she would have been forgotten because she would have ended her life at the shocking age of five.
I place my hand on the side of her face and wipe away the tear with my thumb. “It’s okay. It’s over now,” I assured her. My throat was tired from all the shouting I had to do, so my words came out scratchy, almost harsh. I still can’t believe I led the last push in taking back our home. The lives of nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine people were entrusted into my hands. They looked at me, and in return, I finally let them rest.
Kaishi leaned into the touch, placed her hand above my own, closed her eyes, and kissed my hand. I’ve spent years with her, my childhood, and my early adulthood, but I blush at the touch. My cheeks heat up more when she looks into my eyes and smiles. I’ve gone through all the motions with her, first to third base, yet here I am, gushing over the quick and soft contact. I suppose if you loved them once, you could learn to love them again, or maybe it’s because we finally get to officially be together.
Her short, red hair blew with the wind. She cut it just above her shoulders and dyed it back to red the night she chose to change her name. She changed her whole identity that night. No, she finally took back her identity.
The bird flapped its wings and flew away. For some reason, the sight caused my heart to drop. Kaishi’s mouth moved, but I couldn’t hear it. I asked her to repeat. I couldn’t listen to her because of the wind, or so I thought. When I asked her again, her grip on my hand tightened. “Kaishi?” She lowered her head, and I saw her shoulders move up and down. She was laughing. “Kaishi, my love, what’s going on? What’s wrong—”
She stood up. Her boots dragged against the rock beneath us as she did so. Both her hair and back were hunched forward. The very hand that clawed into the back of my own is now covered in blood, my blood. I stumbled back up using the two-handed sword I stole from those demons a few years back on our first raid. My eyes wandered back to her bloody nails. I watched my blood drip down from her nails and her brushing her hair away from her face so that I could watch her tongue slip from her pink lips, almost like how a snake slithers out from its burrow, tasting her flavored cherry chapstick before sensually licking my blood off of her fingers. She looked directly into my eyes as she did so.
In another context, my stomach wouldn’t be churning, and I wouldn’t be forcing out a shout. My pleas for answers are met with silence. Kaishi has smiled plenty of times at me before, each I’ve loved, but not this one. This one gets me riled. “I said stop, Kaishi!”
She did so and lowered her hand, but it’s because of that head tilt with those dead eyes that has me even more confused and especially worried. She stepped forward, and I did as well, with my other hand reaching out towards her. The love of my life, my soulmate, reached out towards me with tears pouring out of those soulless eyes, but right when our fingers are about to touch, she yanks away her hand and jumps off the cliff. I foolheartedly lunged towards her and dropped my sword in my rush. It comes clattering down when, upon my stomach hitting the edge. It hurts, but what I see next hurts even more. I bawled my eyes out and clutched my hand, digging and piercing into my palm, as I curled up into a ball.
All those years of pain. All those years of planning, hoping for this day, and she gave it all away. The day I lost my leg was the day I thought I lost her. If only that version of me knew how lucky she was. I was on the floor reminiscing. The day I met her, I was alone in a field crying. Now nearly twenty years later, I’m alone on this cliff crying. I was in the fetal position until I noticed the mini waterfall, now red, almost black. The way it’s chugging down isn’t like a moment ago. It’s sluggish, almost thick. God, it is blood. I immediately scramble away, but I’m stopped in my tracks when my back hits something hard.
It’s a shadowy figure. With whatever that thing is lowering its head to look down at me, I dash for my sword and get back up. Although it is plenty worn, blent, and scratched up, I point my dagger that’s been resting underneath my chest plate at the thing. It cocks its head, mimicking what Kaishi did before she left me, left me alone with whatever that is. I gulp down my breakfast. It burns my throat, causing me to cough. “Whatever the hell you are, please, I’m not in the mood to fight.”
Their build matches my own. I don’t see any weapons on them, but that’s what causes my hand to shake because that means I don’t know what that thing is capable of. Steady. Assess your situation. Look for a weak point, if any.
They step forward, but I step backward. The next step, I lunge at the faceless figure with gritted teeth, but they dodge. I turn and swing. My blade goes right through it, and I hit the ground and drop the small knife. I feel my chin scrape, but I brush the pain aside and focus on my frustration. I just killed the commander of those alien freaks about an hour ago, so sure, I’m damn tired, but I still shouldn’t be slacking like this. I roll, turning myself back to facing up, but that thing is looking away from me. Everything around me has either become engulfed in flames or has lost its color. The sky is covered in black clouds. What was once a new day, a fresh start, has now seemed to turn into the end. I cuss, but I just mouth it because I am too shocked to say it out loud. I manage to ask what happened as if it knew more than me, though. In response, it just continues its silence but turns back to look at me. It moves towards me. My eyes dart from the left then to the right. I stop it in its tracks when I point my sword straight at its neck. “After all we’ve been through,” my voice cracks as I continue my crying, “Please, this isn’t how it should end. What’s happening?”
Something told me no matter how much I begged for answers, the thing wouldn’t share. It also told me it’s not like it knew any to begin with, but once you lose it all, you become desperate. You become irrational to keep yourself sane.
A hand rested on my shoulder. I turned, dropped my sword, and froze because its owner is Kaishi. She’s wrecked. The fabric of her outfit is covered in rips and holes. Kaishi’s body is covered in bruises, a big one has spread across her chest, and both her right arm and leg are bent the wrong way. Blood, this time her’s, leaking from her head and the cuts from the places her armor had fallen off from because of the battle we barely managed to win, but apparently a war we lost. I let this mangled figure, one I still love, place her broken hand on my chin. She doesn’t wipe away my tears, but she brushes away the strands of hair covering my eyes. My love has become a corpse smile and blush as she metaphorically jabs her hand into my chest and yanks my still-pumping heart with ecstasy, “I’ve never loved you.”
“How can I ever love someone that let me die?
“No, I-I didn’t. You—”
“You let all of us die!”
Circling me is everyone. Those that died on the mission stood here with cuts, bullet holes, and stab wounds. Their wounds are as fresh as the last time I saw them before we wrapped them up and buried them. Also, here are those that have died long before the mission. They also appear the same way I last saw them. Adding to my pain are people I know the names of, but I don’t quite remember them. In unison, “You’ve failed all of us.”
I lower my head and mumble, “No, I didn’t. I didn’t mean to. I tried saving all of you. I did the best I could, everything I could have done.”
She lifts my head and continues to hit me where it hurts in front of the now-silent crowd, “And yet it wasn’t good enough. You weren’t ever good, but you knew this all along. Didn’t you?” She’s right. I shouldn’t have taken leadership because we would still have a world and each other. “You tried to be the hero, but the thing about that is that they only live in fiction. Let me give you some advice, love, there are two types of people. There are dreamers, those that live in fiction, and there are realists, those that live in the real world.”
My head slumped forward once she let go. I watched my tears splatter onto my floor and saw my hands shake beneath me. I let the fires consume me. The screams from the animals below and from the figures around me have me spit out my breakfast.
“This isn’t how it’s supposed to end because it isn’t real.” The one that said that sounded exactly like me.
The one that said that was the faceless figure. Actually, no, it’s no longer a faceless figure because as it squeezed through the crowd, it morphed into me. While we have the same voice and now the same face, it's outfit isn’t the same as the one I have. Theirs is a black and white space suit minus the helmet.
“What are you all doing? Don’t you dare let her through. Stop her,” who I thought was my lover commanded the crowd.
They did not react quick enough. Me? I? She came sliding in front of me, between Kaishi and me. She grabbed the sides of my face and lifted it up so our eyes could meet. It’s weird looking into myself. “This isn’t how it ends because this is a—” My sword went right through her chest. As she spat out blood onto me and squirted out of her chest, I looked up to see the bearer of my sword. Kaishi’s hands are gripped onto my sword. She ripped out the weapon from my twin. Upon my twin landing onto me, I let my ex-lover pull and lift her by her hair. She begins to twist one of her arms.
“How dare you touch her,” Kaishi growled at her.
“Stop,” I asked. The sight makes me pissed, and for some reason, it’s familiar. Kaishi ignores and continues to torture my twin senseless even though my twin began to beg for her to stop. I ask again, and still, she continues. I grab her wrist and, this time, shout but repeat myself. It’s seeing that wicked smile stretch across her purpled lips that finally let me loose. I punch Kaishi square in the face.
and there's another wip idea
a vampire enemies to lovers story?!?!?
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“What are you looking at?”
A turned to B who liked to appear out of thin air randomly, they were used to it though, after all these years.
Turning back to the window, and with the release of a small sigh, A spoke,
“Just the past, that old book store we liked.”
B smiled and tilted their head, amused at A’s words. They turned back to look out the window and after a small pause they questioned,
“Do you ever regret it?”
Tuesday Tip #16: Flaws can be qualities and vice versa.
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Is the delusions, they keep me up at night, horror & terrors, they’re real in my jaw, all through my neck and all the way to my poor tired back.
“They’re not even alive” and if they were “I’m in power” so I breathe in and breathe out, I try thinking of things that make sense somehow.
"I got a beating heart, I got warmth in my hands" ..Blood running through my veins too fast and while the meds last, reality falls apart, shadows come alive, dolls sitting backwards, mirrors facing the walls.
I’m under the spell but I’ll fight, I’ll stand, I’ll roll the dice, I’ll leave it to luck and I, take a breath of fire, "I leave it to luck" and I, turn fear into power.
- i n t e r tw i n e d
But don't let that depression controls you
Hi Callan! Happy birthday :)
I was just wondering if you could share your happiest memory with us?
"Thank you, friend! I have to say, I am very lucky, because I have many good memories to look back to. And I'm thankful for all of them. But my happiest memory, as sappy as it may sound, was my wedding.
I had dreamed so long of that day and when it was finally there, I was as happy as never before. I love Henry, have loved him for a long time already, so I couldn't wait to marry him. It was very emotional for me, especially the traditional wedding dance with my father, who back then was still alive.
I look back at that day very fondly and I can say for sure that I've never been happier than on that day. It was my own personal fairytale coming true."
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If this love is destined to forever live in papers and metaphors, I would write about you more often. So when time decides to break our hourglasses, my scattered sands would tell the story of how I loved you beyond poetic ways.
— autumn artemis
photo: Jo and Laurie from Little Women (2019, directed by Greta Gerwig)
You shouldn't rely on others to find your zest for your own creativity.
Sometimes we need it, and that's okay. But you need to find why YOU love your writing too.
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It's Callan’s birthday today! 🎂
To celebrate, I'm gonna make a character q&a for him!
So if you want, you guys can ask all kinds of questions about Callan and I'll gladly answer them!
Is there something you always wanted to know about him? Something you wanna ask him maybe? A headcanon you wanna share? Go ahead and send me an ask ^^
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So they canceled the project I was hired to write for shortly after I put in to have my disability canceled, because the parent company is having financial difficulties and can't wait the 1 to 1 /2 years they estimate it would take to turn a profit off the new app.
We have enough saved to get by for a couple of months, so hopefully I can find another gig by then. We had zero notice. The big boss just came into the collab discourse channel last week and made the announcement that it was the last week we would be paid for.
Worst part is we JUST went 3k further into debt on computer gear for the job (bc our last functional computer was dying) and another 4 or 5 k into debt for the baby. (We were being SOOOO careful until this job came along, but all indications were that it would last, so we stopped being careful.) So that's 7 or 8k that we wouldn't have otherwise owed, plus the ongoing expenses of raising a child now.
A friend is talking about starting a gofundme for us (can't start one from a Philippines IP address), but I haven't given the go-ahead yet because I don't know if one started in the UK will transfer to American bank accounts.
One good thing is that I made sure I only sold non-exclusive rights to my characters and setting and general story, so I can still use them. The first three chapters will be available soon to play for free in mostly text-only mode once I get my online portfolio together, along with the entirety of a couple of my short stories and a novella.
Taking another day or so to grieve and process, then starting work on getting a portfolio together and updating my site. Everyone else on the team is dedicated to bringing the others along of possible when they find new gigs. Already have a couple of possibilities, but need to have a solid portfolio to show them.
Anyway, that's what's going on here. Thanks to everyone who cheered us on.
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My book is finally available on amazon!
My Galaxy, I'm sorry for not being able to tell you these things and I both fear and hope you would get to read this book one of these days. And most of all, thank you for making me bleed ink and for letting me love you.
I have finally retrieved my heart from your grasp. I am finally free now, and I am onto a new path.
Yours truly, Niyebe Anghel.
Barang kali hidup adalah tentang pertanyaan, maka menjalaninya adalah hal yang bisa dianggap sebagai jawaban.
Kelak, bila takdir membawamu kembali ke kehidupanku. Aku mohon, jangan kau teteskan air matamu bila yang kau terima adalah kemungkinan terburuk: penolakan.