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Joining the Writeblr Community: A Haven for Creative Writers

Hey there, fellow writer! Have you ever heard of Writeblr? If not, you're in for a treat. Writeblr is a vibrant community of writers on Tumblr, where creativity flows freely, and writerly camaraderie thrives. Let's dive into what this community is all about and why you should consider becoming a part of it.

So, what exactly is Writeblr? Well, it's essentially a corner of Tumblr dedicated to creative writing. Whether you're into poetry, fiction, non-fiction, or any other form of writing, you'll find like-minded individuals ready to support and inspire you. It's not just about sharing your own work; it's also about engaging with others, exchanging feedback, and learning from each other's experiences.

Being a part of the Writeblr community means surrounding yourself with people who understand the struggles and joys of the writing process. From battling writer's block to celebrating breakthroughs, you'll find encouragement at every step of your journey. Plus, there's something incredibly motivating about seeing fellow writers pursuing their passions alongside you.

One of the greatest benefits of joining a writing community like Writeblr is the sense of belonging it provides. Writing can be a solitary pursuit, but it doesn't have to be lonely. By connecting with others who share your passion, you'll find a support system that understands your creative highs and lows. It's like having a virtual writing group right at your fingertips, ready to cheer you on whenever you need it.

But it's not just about moral support; the Writeblr community can also help you improve as a writer. By engaging in discussions, participating in writing challenges, and receiving constructive criticism, you'll hone your skills and grow as an artist. Plus, you'll have access to a wealth of resources, from writing prompts to publishing advice, all curated by fellow writers who've been there, done that.

And let's not forget about the sheer joy of geeking out over "writer stuff" with people who get it. Whether it's debating the Oxford comma, swooning over new notebooks, or sharing your latest literary obsessions, Writeblr is the perfect place to indulge your writerly quirks. After all, who else would understand the thrill of finding the perfect pen or the struggle of choosing just the right words?

In conclusion, joining the Writeblr community can be a game-changer for your writing journey. Not only will you find support, encouragement, and valuable feedback, but you'll also become part of a tight-knit community of fellow writers who share your passion. So why not take the plunge? Dive into the world of Writeblr and discover a whole new universe of inspiration and connection.

Final Thoughts

As a writer myself, I can't emphasize enough how transformative it can be to find your tribe within the vast expanse of the internet. Whether you're a seasoned pro or just starting out, there's a place for you in the Writeblr community. So don't be shy – come join us, and let's write our hearts out together!

October Book Reviews: The Subtle Art of Folding Space by John Chu

I received a free copy from Tor Books via Netgalley in exchange for a fair review. Release date April 7th, 2026.

I was struck by this book's gorgeous cover, as well as the crunchy premise that invites comparisons to Everything Everywhere All At Once. In The Subtle Art of Folding Space, Ellie is dragged back into the world of the maintainers that fix the plumbing of the multiverse by her abusive sister as her mother is dying. With the help of her enigmatic cousin Daniel, Ellie is swept into an investigation into the maintainers' many secretive factions, which threatens the stability of the multiverse.

This book is set in a magical realism flavored world where ordinary people know about the skunkworks as an obscure factoid, but people rarely bother to learn if their parents weren't already maintainers. Like attending Chinese school to learn Mandarin as a schoolchild when neither of your parents speak it. The fact that nobody bothers to learn these skills when it literally allows its practitioners to teleport stretches the bounds of belief a bit. But it allows Chu to casually slide the most bonkers bits of worldbuilding into the plot completely deadpan, which I adored. Particularly in the writing of Cousin Daniel, who's been saturated in the eccentric world of the skunkworks for longer than Ellie. Daniel is furiously and somewhat unsuccessfully Clark Kenting it, while hiding a deep streak of ruthless competence and an outrageously eclectic skill set which manifests at convenient times. He's very much the sort of character Diana Wynn Jones would write.

While the frenetic complexity of the worldbuilding is fun, the heart of The Subtle Art of Folding Space is about abuse. I'd say Ellie's much older sister Chris and her constant assassination attempts were comically villainous, if it wasn't for how throughly she has Ellie sucked into it. My personal definition of abuse is that it's when someone you love has you convinced that you deserve to be hurt. Chris has, very painfully, convinced not only Ellie but also their entire social and familial circle that Ellie is the disreputable black sheep and Chris the golden child. This extends from strongly implying that Ellie abandoned their dying mother to convincing their entire family that Ellie isn't fluent in Mandarin. Meanwhile, Ellie vainly hopes that she can fix their relationship if she can just be nice enough to Chris. It's a bit painful to watch her take the very tentative first step towards saying screw Confucius and cutting her sister off over the course of the book.

An absolutely effervescent gem of worldbuilding where the universe is run by pipes that go gloop gloop and quantum physics is a bug fix installed last century, shot through with a deeply felt and very messy family drama that makes the arcane question of saving the world much more immediate. The book ends with obvious hooks for a sequel, and I'm very excited to see where Chu takes this series next. Recommended.

Finding the Write Time: A Monthly Writeblr Challenge

Hello, and welcome to the 2025 edition of Finding the Write Time! A monthly writing challenge aimed at helping writers finish a work in a set time.

The Challenge

Use a prompt to write a complete story in 30 minutes or less. Whether it ends up being 100 words or 1000, the goal is to completely brainstorm, plan, and draft a piece of writing in a single writing session.

The Prompts

Every month, I’ll post a writing prompt specifically meant for the challenge. This year I will be sticking to dialogue prompts as they seemed to be the favorites of last year. Feel free to send in submissions for prompts!

How to Participate

Just let me know you want to use the prompt for that month and tag me in your work once you post it so I can read and reblog it! You could also submit it to my blog directly if you wish, or you can add your submission to a reblog on the prompt you are using. Any and all methods of submission are accepted, just let me know!

Taglist

If you wish to be added to the taglist for the event, please let me know! You will be tagged in the prompt at the beginning of every month this year. If you were on the list last year, I have reset it, so let me know you want to be added again!

If you have any questions, feel free to check out the FAQ or send me an ask!

Thank you for checking out the challenge. Happy writing!

BETWIXT THUMB & FOREFINGER ALPHA READER INTEREST FORM

hello every nyan :>

it's finally time to start looking for alpha readers now that i'm done with draft 2 of btaf! i've been working like a machine on this draft for about a year now, and i'm really excited to be able to share it with other people and to get some much needed feedback (and hype cough) for my continual work on draft 3 into next year! this interest form will be open from

12.01.2025 — 12.31.2025

once the interest form window ends (or during it as i'll obvs be looking at responses real time) i'll be sending out private docs to those i've chosen as alphas so they can get to reading. the reading window will be from when you get your doc until 06.01.2026, giving you a full six months to read this 118k beast and provide your lovely feedback :)

for those who are unaware or who are just coming across this post, let me introduce you to btaf:

[alt text: Sjaak de Witte was conscripted into the French Army to fight in The Peninsular War. After completing the bare bones of training, his regiment is sent to fight the Spanish in a disaster of a battle; what would become known as The First Siege of Zaragoza. Buried beneath rubble, bleeding and dying, Sjaak thinks back over his life: why he joined the militia in the first place—to provide an income and life to his childhood love, Biscella Schwann, and drag them out of the poverty that their circumstances dictated. How he will die here, and there will be no one around to mourn. At least, until, a ghostly hand cups his broken chin, and slips a glowing stone down his throat. Sjaak is given a chance at life once more. But the cost is grave. And when he learns of Biscella’s fate while he was absent from home… it may be the only edge he has left to save her. end alt.]

or, in layman’s terms: what if i made bella’s pregnancy arc in twilight worse also fuck stephanie meyer and her anti-choice mormon agenda :))))))

this wip came to me in a whirlwind march 3, 2024 and not only did it capture my brain, but i began working on it near obsessively for the past year and some change of its lifecycle, finally finishing draft 2 on 11/23 of this year. it's been a labor of love and pain, but i really put my whole heart into it. here are the major players

and you can read the beginning of act 1 HERE to entice you 👀👀

the form will be linked below and PLEASE spread this around. i don't have any limits for how many alpha readers i'm taking for this draft because honestly the more the merrier. i'm looking forward to working with and getting to know you and thank you to everyone who's expressed interest! <3

“How many people have died to achieve this world domination of yours?” “769.” “…What?” “769 people died to achieve my plans. I counted them, and had each of their names etched on my throne so I never forget what my victory cost the world. Now tell me, how many have you killed to see me dead?”

I sit on my throne, awaiting the arrival of the so-called hero into my chamber. All is silent in the chamber, empty save for me, and the low flickering of the flames that provide illumination. Then, all of a sudden, the ‘hero’ breaks down the door, and steps in, glaring at me.

“Vasilia! For too long has your unholy conquest gone unchecked! I am here to stop you, to avenge the lives of the countless people you have slaughtered!”

At this, I let out a small laugh, before my face almost shows a sign of grief, which puzzles the hero. “I wouldn’t say countless, that does them such a grave disservice. No, I have killed exactly 769 souls to get to where I am today.”

“Y-you… 769.. You counted them?”

“Yes, I counted them. It grieves me every single waking hour the weight of my necessary evil, but I know I must never forget them, lest I become a monster. I have every single one of their names etched into the gold of my throne, an ever present reminder of the lives that have been lost because of me.” I step off of my throne, my cloak billowing behind me, and I turn towards the throne, and the words etched onto it. 

“Isaac Welson. He was a wheat farmer by trade, but he longed to be an artist. He was recruited into this rebellion of yours, and sacrificed himself for a hope of a different future, never able to create the art he dreamed of. Elanor Fallow. She was a sailor, and loved the open sea. She died tragically, not trusting the instructions of how to flee the city to safer ground before my siege, the start of my war to unify these lands. she was one of the first to fall, far away from the sea that she loved.” My face grows sad, grief overtaking me. “I mourn each and every life that I had to take, and it hurts my heart every single day to know of them. Now I must ask you, you who calls yourself a hero, how many people have you murdered?”

“I- I don’t know…” the self-styled hero admits, in a low, shallow whisper.

I give a short sigh before I speak. This was what I had expected, but it still hurts. “2,036. That is how many lives you have killed in furtherance of your rebellion. Two-Thousand and Thirty Six lives cut short, and you didn’t even know their names.”

The one who calls themself a hero staggers, grief overtaking their face. “I- that- no, h-how would you know?”

“Because, ‘hero’. I counted them as well, as yet another reminder to bear on my soul. 1,047 people died when you destroyed the great convoy of ships in the Eastern Riverway. It was true that the convoy had information critical to my unification, but you were mistaken when you believed all of the ships belonged to me. Only one did, the rest were innocent traders, each with their own lives and longings. I mourned each and every one of their lives for weeks, and you never even thought about them.”

“I-” The professed hero could not bear to speak, only now realising the weight of the actions that brought them here.

I look at the hero, and continue. “Five-hundred and sixty-three. That is how many people you killed during the breach of the grand vault of the Southern Capitol. A necessary heist to fund your rebellion, but if you believed exploding the end of the vault rather than storming it saved lives, you are gravely mistaken. Five-hundred and sixty-three people were in the vault, withdrawing money for the day’s shopping, or depositing their payment from yesterday’s work. All of them died. Isabelle Wilson was one of these, a child, only just turned 11. Her mothers had brought her to the vault to teach her how money works, the first time she had ever been to the grand building. And still, you didn’t even know her name, or any of the others you killed that day.”

Tears begin to streak the hero’s face, but I continue.

“Four-hundred and twelve. That is how many people died in the battles that lead you to my gates. Only half of them were soldiers of mine. The remaining two-hundred and 6 were innocent civilians, innocent civilians like Jett Lowen. They were 17, and were set to turn 18 the next day. They went to sleep at the end of the night, along with their parents, Filicia & Owen, and their younger sister, Amelia. They all went to sleep, resting after a long day of work. They never heard the soldiers of your rebellion surround the city, nor did they hear the launching of the bombs, nor the explosion that killed them in their sleep, the day before Jett would have become an adult.”

A small tear streaks across my face, before I once again continue. “You killed fourteen more people today, storming this castle. They were my most loyal guards, my trusted friends, who were planning on having a party tomorrow, a day of revel and joy. They defended my castle to their dying breaths, as you took their lives from them.”

The hero is aghast at their actions, the thousands of deaths unknown to them before now suddenly all at once weighing on their soul, tears streaking their face. I take a breath, and walk towards them, my soul filled with grief. “Yes, I have killed hundreds, and their deaths weigh on me every single day. Yet you killed thousands in an attempt to bring me down, and never even knew a single one’s name. I do hope they will be forgiving, if you do see them soon.”  I take out the sword that had been concealed in my cloak, and stab it into the hero. Their eyes, and the words engraved on the sword, stare back at me. The eyes of the hero show nothing but grief, shock, and horror, and they go deep into my soul along with the words written on the sword. Remember & Mourn, for they had a life, with wonderful joys. I grab the tools next to the throne, and carve their name into the throne, with tears streaking down my face. 770 lives taken.

Bro???

I went through all 5 stages of grief

this is so good-

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Let this month be a love letter to what’s gone! Write about what you miss, what you wish you’d said, or what you can’t quite let go of.

✨ 30 Prompts ✨️

1. Do you remember?

2. Old letters

3. First frost

4. Faded Polaroids

5. A song you haven’t heard in year

6. The kitchen light at 2 a.m.

7. Forgotten birthdays

8. The sound of your name

9. Things you never said

10. Dust on a bookshelf

11. A sweater that still smells like them

12. Lost numbers in an old phone

13. “It used to be ours.”

14. Empty train stations

15. Childhood

16. Echoes of laughter

17. Unsent postcards

18. Ghost towns and hometowns

19. Shadows on the wall

20. “I thought I saw you.”

21. Abandoned houses

22. A voice from the past

23. The last photograph

24. “I kept it, just in case.”

25. Coffee and quiet mornings

26. Old handwriting

27. Fleeting summers

28. Left behind

29. “We were happy once.”

30. Home

Tag your works with @monthlywritingchallenges and #nostalgicnovember so we can find and share them.

Take your time, some memories need to be written slowly.

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Catch My Lies

Summary: Honesty is the best policy, but the truth hurts, it’s why white lies exist. It’s all about what you believe, so what’s it going to be? Lie through the teeth or speak from the heart? There are no wrong answers, both can and do exist.

Aka the powers verse I first wrote back in 2021 for CoAi week. In which Ai tells lies convincingly, and Conan is a living truth detector. Any guesses as to who wins when they collide?

Dedicated to @kalopsiarts for the encouragement to finally write this fic <3

Posted on ao3! <3

1. Truth: He Is Intrigued

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Undine’s Advice [Masterlist]

[This will be updated periodically!]

All generalizable advice that I’ve given will be compiled here. Any advice that is about something very specific will not be included.

All of this and more can be found under #undine-gives-advice

Writing Advice

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I Will Edit and Give Feedback on Your Writing For Free

Hello all!

As many of you know, I’m a part-time editor of non-fiction and writer of all things fiction, but I would love to get more experience editing creative fiction. I don’t consider myself experienced enough to charge for this, and I also understand paying for editing or feedback can be a huge barrier for improving a manuscript! For these reasons I’m offering my services for the low, low cost of absolutely free :-)

My credentials:

  • I’ve been a creative writer for over a decade and have written countless novels, short stories, and other forms of fiction.
  • I have been published several times in magazines, newspapers, and literary journals.
  • I am an editor for a newspaper and have been an editorial intern at a magazine, an editor for a literary journal and also a marketing intern at a publishing house.
  • I have a diploma in filmmaking and a degree in Communications studies.

Here’s what I can do:

  • Give feedback on the first 30-ish pages of a novel, short story, or other work (including fan fiction!)
  • Edit/copy edit up to 30 pages.
  • Look over and give feedback on outlines, character building, world building (or all three).
  • Edit and provide feedback on academic/school work or essay planning (though I can’t write any of it for you)
  • Offer peptalks and encouragement!

What I can’t do

  • Smut or otherwise explicit/spicy romances, sorry.
  • Poetry (I’m useless with it, I don’t think I’d be very helpful in this area)
  • Writing without any content/trigger warnings (I am able to provide help here, you just need to add the warnings first)
  • AI-generated work
  • Write the work for you

Interested?

Sign up to join my waitlist. I'll get in touch when I can take on another piece! If you have a shorter piece or just need some help with brainstorming, consider taking it to my Discord.

Questions? Send them my way through comment, dm, or ask box and I'm happy to answer!

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Post NaNoWriMo - Now What?

So if you've only been loosely paying attention, the NaNoWriMo organization has collapsed in a controversy of mismanagement, lack of oversight, abusive forum moderation and a whole host of issues that's resulted in souring the whole thing for a great deal of people. While the spirit of NaNoing will probably continue, a lot of people understandably don't want anything to officially do with the organization anymore.

But you - like I have - still think NaNoWriMo has been very useful to get writing done. Here's some ideas on how to keep going.

How to Get Started

  • Think Local - All those places you used for NaNo events, libraries, schools, cafes, etc - may be more than willing to launch something similar with enough interest. Just because it won't have the NaNoWriMo name slapped on it doesn't meant it can't continue. My local library has started a monthly write-in event, for example.
  • Take the Initiative - If you know of a group that you usually NaNo with, it's never too late or early to reach out to them about create an alternative plan. You probably aren't the only one thinking about it!
  • Talk to your (former) ML - Many Municipal Liaisons I know feel burned by NaNo and won't join it again, but they did love running the event. My local ML is continuing our group under a different name, and yours might appreciate getting assistance or sharing resources about how to run a month-long writing event if you ask.
  • Find Your People - If you're in school, new to an area, or just not good at reaching out, I feel you. But if you do nothing, you get nothing. Reach out to people you know. Online Discord or Zoom meetings can work just as well as in-person events if you're too remote or broke to meet.

What to Use to Get Started

  • Shut up and Write provides quick and easy ways to find local groups or form your own to carry the write-in momentum all year round.
  • MyWriteClub copies the writing tracking method of NaNoWriMo to keep track of your wordcount.
  • Pacemaker Planner offers multiple ways to track your writing.
  • Regular old Excel. Or LibreOffice if you'd prefer to wash your hands of Microsoft. It's not as exciting, but a regular spreadsheet with an AutoSum of your daily progress can work just as well as a fancy website.

You can keep going with the NaNo energy without the official name. My local library has started a monthly write-in, and I know many people who have found success with Shut Up and Write. Look into what works for you!

For the record, this year I'm going to do the 400 word Terry Pratchett challenge, but using November to craft and finish a project is still a very useful thing to do and I highly recommend you a) do it and b) try to find some local groups who may be doing the same. You can always try:

  • Meetup.com - There might be some established groups there that are looking for new members!
  • Your local library or school club - If there's no group, see if you can start one!
  • Bully your Discord friends for writing with you for a month - Just do it.

Can I offer a reframe of the common "write the shitty first draft" advice? I like that advice a lot but I think the way it's often presented bounces off a lot of people and activates shit that does not help writing happen.

I think of the first draft as an armature.

If I was making a beautiful bronze statue, I would need to make a clay model first. And, depending on the shape, before I even got out my clay I would need to get some good thick wire and create a basic shape for the clay to adhere to, so it doesn't all fall down. Once I have this essential 3D wire frame, I can start building and subtracting and refining.

But if I try to refine on just clay, it won't have enough of a core to hold it up. I'll sculpt a beautiful hand only to have the whole arm fall off and go smush.

The armature isn't the sculpture. It is the frame you build the sculpture around.

The first draft isn't the novel, it's a sort-of-novel-shaped thing that will hold up everything you build and beautify later.

Write the armature draft. Try to make it a good armature, instead of trying to make it a good novel before it's ready.

Your dragon partner always gets their tithe, in the end.

Your system is simple: you plan everything, they destroy whatever obstacle (typically a vampire) you point them at. It's a good system.

But they do get a bit grouchy when they feel like they're being stiffed on pay.

Luckily, you have no shortage of paying jobs at the moment- it's the busiest time of year for vampire hunting, after all.

"I still can't believe Brayden was a vampire, bro. He was like, our bro." One of the still-costumed frat guys laments.

"It's a common tactic to try to blend in with their victims. Luckily he didn't have time to lure anyone away from the party." You reply. You're going over your usual slaving post mortem information with the affected party.

The frat house around you is completely wrecked. Chairs overturned, random furniture and potted plants and even kitchen utensils strewn around the room- causalities of the struggle. The beer pong table is partially submerged in the swimming pool, red plastic cups and torn orange and black paper streamers dotting the patio space like bad patterned tile.

It was a pretty standard job, all things considered. None of the college students got hurt- that's what's most important to you.

"Thanks for the help. You like, saved our lives, for real."

"We should pay you, but, we're like, tapped."

"Totally broke, dude."

"Yeah, we spent all our gold on the party!"

"And the keg…" One of them laments. The keg in question sits in the corner, hopelessly dented in the scuffle when your hunting partner lifted it up and chucked it at the vampire, mere minutes ago.

"We're totally not getting our deposit back."

"Don't worry about pay, it's fine." You wouldn't charge at all, if you didn't need the gold for upkeep, and to pay the walking weapon made of draconic muscle you have on contract. You'll just have to add it to your running tab, you guess…

"Yo wait- what about this? Least we could do."

One of them jogs over, a small net full of chocolate coins in his hand. It only has a little bit of blood on it.

Well, you guess that's your payment... They're not going to like this.

"Guys… what am I supposed to do with all this… crud?" One of the other guys has swept up what remains of the vampire- a pile of aged ash- into a dust pan. "It smells ripe."

"Actually… I'll take that too." You say, grinning.

You finally bid the frat guys goodbye and go to find the drake outside.

They're using the fountain in the quad to carefully preen the vampire ichor from their brilliant scale features. Even in their bipedal form, they are just as meticulous about their appearance.

"Got our payment."

You say sardonically and produce the bag of chocolate treasure.

"Cute." They hold out their clawed hand, unamused, though you can still see their eyes light up at the shine of the golden foil. You drop the loot into their palm.

"You know they're-" You cringe as they pop one of the coins into their mouth and bite down on it as if they're testing its verity. "-Not real gold. Right?"

"Of course." They scoff back, chewing the chocolate whole, foil and all.

"I also got this," You proudly show them your plastic baggie of vampire dust as you start to walk towards the campus exit. "Should fetch some gold on the witch market, at least..."

"Hmm. Good to know you didn't completely fail to negotiate."

You hear a notification go off in your pocket. Another job already.

"You gonna share that?"

"Hmm… I suppose you did well enough to earn a reward." Their slit pupils constrict on you.

They toss you a single chocolate coin with a smirk.

Honestly, you're a bit touched. They never share.

"Just don't get used to it."

Reaper | Character Spotlight | Day 3

Day Three of Reaper's character spotlight!

Day 1 is here!

Day 2 is here!

If you aren't aware, character spotlight is a neat thing by @did-i-do-this-write, basically you babble about a specific character for as long as you choose, until essentially you have nothing left to babble for! It's great :)

[Reaper's Character Spotlight will go on for one week (Sept 12th to the 19th). This means any character asks sent during this week will be about her, and (hopefully) I put out more about her every day of said week lol. If you have any follow-up questions, I'd love to answer them :)]

Today's topic is:

Beliefs (my favorite :>)

Reaper's main belief in the world is that, in the end, there is no one you can truly rely on but yourself. This started due to events shortly after her Awakening, and really all her lives since. This slowly changes over the course of the story as she meets people she can finally trust in and feel safe around, but even during those beginning stages, she views her companions as people she's teaching that belief to. She's helping them learn how to defend themselves, because she isn't always going to be there to do it for them.

Her second belief is a lot simpler: Authority figures can go fuck themselves.

Reaper and authority figures have always had a rocky history, which really started because of her thieving life, but later evolved as Reaper saw them for what most of them were: manipulating liars. Be it Archivists or religious leaders and Clerics, all of them in her eyes are simply using their power to control the masses to get what they want, and usually keep their riches to themselves.

This is part of the reason that Reaper is essentially an atheist. She views religion, which is a big thing on Dridon, as simply a way to control people, and anybody who believes in it to be a bit loony. Some of them she sees as simply misguided, but usually conversations she tries to have about religion devolve in them hating her for her 'heretical' ways. That, or the Abyssalist gets uncomfortable and tries their damnedest to leave the conversation, as if they don't want to test and poke at their beliefs (which Reaper finds stupid, and to her only further proves her belief that religion is just brainwashing in the end.)

The main religion on Dridon is called Abyssalism. Its followers, called Abyssalists, worship The Black as a generous deity that they must respect, lest bad tidings befall them. They believe they are all here for a reason only known by The Black, but try to find that reason with meditation and burning prayers. They also believe their deaths happen for a reason ordained by The Black, and see it usually as some form of punishment for something done prior.

There is a sect of Abyssalism, currently called Nothosis [know-tho-sis] (though it may change in the future). They are a smaller group, but believe firmly in reconnecting with The Black in a way everyone else seems to have discarded. They do see The Black as the ultimate God, but their end goal is to reunite with it some day and escape this cycle of life and death, of mere fleeting moments with their God. They believe that everything is preordained by The Black, and everything happens for a reason, even if they don't understand why yet.

Both Abyssalists and Nothians, or Children of Nothing as they're more formally called, both highly believe in essentially karma. Unfortunately, most of them twist it to fit their own selfish ways. Usually, they wish harm to befall those that have wronged them, saying 'The Abyss will not take kindly to your actions' while ignoring their own possibly harmful actions. Some of them are even prone to inaction because of this, thinking The Black will deal out justice for them on their aggressors. With these few, Reaper gets annoyed with, because she's a firm believer in dealing out justice for yourself, because no one else is going to do it for you.

The last sort of major belief system on Dridon is what's called The Paradigms, supposedly the pinnacle of human qualities. The story behind them are contradictory and usually vague--some think the Paradigms are instilled into people upon Awakening, some think they were true, extraordinary people who disappeared along with The Vanished, some think that 'The Paradigms' were a bunch of really convincing drunkards or the fabrication of a hopeful one long ago. But the Paradigms themselves always stay the same: Power, Energy, Will, and Spark. And each has their own Code, or a belief tied with it.

Power over weakness.

Energy over retreat.

Will over dishonor.

Spark over defeat.

These Codes, however, really only enable people to look out for themselves selfishly, at the cost of others. As such, Reaper doesn't like it a lot, and given a lot of people who follow The Paradigms also believe in folklore like The Vanished and that people dying a lot makes them devolve into Soulwalkers, Reaper again just chalks them up to lunatics. A fun fact, though, is there's a game called Codes, akin to rock-paper-scissors and played with wooden tablets, that's inspired by The Paradigms :)

Reaper's met more Abyssalists, and has only heard of Nothians, but her problem with both is again the fact she simply sees both religions as a form of control, using the main tool everyone has access to: The Black.

Reaper herself believes that that's just what The Black is: a tool. She doesn't think it has any true sentience to it, and is just there to facilitate regeneration and people's reserves. She detests the idea of it having sentience and being some sort of god, because then that means it cares not for the people of Dridon, people it created. Overall, she really only believes in things she can see, that she has solid proof of.

An example of this is Remnants, ancient buildings scattered around Dridon that are rumored to have been around before most people Awakened, during the supposed time of The Vanished. She doesn't believe that part, only that Remnants do exist, as she's both seen them and heard of Archivist plans of when and where to visit them. She hasn't been in one, as usually they're guarded by people hired by whichever Archivist is closest to it (those guys really like studying Remnants, annoyingly just to get more money for themselves by crowd funding their research).

The last major part of her philosophy is that people deserve justice for how they've been wronged. The only issue is that they rarely, if ever, get it. But as such, Reaper believes herself to be sort of that force, a vigilante almost, helping people when she can afford to and giving them that small bit of justice to live a little bit better moving forward, even if it won't last too long in the end.

Reaper's beliefs are some of my favorite parts about her, so I'm happy I get to share them, and hope you enjoyed them! As always, if you have any followup questions feel free to ask! I'll be happy to answer :)

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Prepare to step into the untamed lands of Ultharon, a world of danger, mystery, and wonder. Echoes of the Wilds is a dark fantasy novel exploring the fragile boundary between humans and monsters, the weight of legacy, and the enduring hope for unity in a divided world.

About the World: Ultharon is divided into two starkly contrasting realms:

  • The Human DomainA fortified land of sprawling cities and farmlands, encased by towering blacksteel walls. Life here is dictated by fear, authority, and the rigid control of the Church of the Unseen Flame. Magic is all but extinct, considered heresy, and curiosity about the Wilds is strictly forbidden.
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Human legends and fears misrepresent the monsters of the Outer Wilds. Fireborn, Drakari, Nightshade Wraiths, Rootkin, and countless others are feared as mindless destroyers, when in truth many possess intelligence, culture, and, occasionally, hearts capable of warmth.

Main Characters:

  • Serel AmoraA 19-year-old human-monster hybrid, Serel is clever, resilient, and haunted by the mysteries of her heritage. Raised in secrecy after the death of her mother, she must navigate a world that fears her kind while uncovering the truth of her father’s legacy and the lost dream of unity between humans and monsters.
  • VrexarA towering Fireborn from the Outer Wilds, dramatic and theatrical, fiercely protective, and unexpectedly warm-hearted. Though feared by humans, he secretly watches over those he considers his people, drawn to human music and art.

Themes and Tone: Echoes of the Wilds blends adventure, dark fantasy, and emotional depth. It explores:

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  • Human fear versus misunderstood truth
  • The struggle for identity in a divided world
  • Loyalty, honor, and the possibility of connection between unlikely allies

Trigger/Caution Warnings: This book contains:

  • Violence and graphic depictions of combat
  • Death and grief
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  • Some dark themes related to human-monster interactions

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