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Comm - Type Specialists (Pokemon Trainer TF/TG)

Another comm set to share this week, and one to remind you all to get your swimming in whenever or wherever you can before the autumn chill REALLY sets in! This one is another collaboration with frequent friend of the page @PhantomTFLover, which we got from the talented @ThatFreakGivz some time back! As you can probably guess, we're both pretty big Pokemon fans. And that's why with this one, we decided to really get into character as a pair of Pokemon trainers. This included a couple of trainer class changes to boot, as I became a (seasonally fitting) Hex Maniac, and Phantom wound up as a Swimmer! But anyone who wants to make a name for themselves in the Pokemon League also needs to start their journey alongside a stellar partner, so it's fortunate in each respective case we have one another to fill that job as well! For me, that meant getting Phantom as a nice, powerful Gengar... for them, that means I play the part of a stunning Primarina. That all said, only one of us can come out the other end as the champion, right?

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Time for an Important Pokemon Poll!!

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[WRATH]

Just wanted to draw angry Aria, dunno.

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December 26, 2022:

Royal Secondary, Coatl, Wasp.

Ambi of Ashiren’s clan!

[sambadeamigosgato]

Actually i'm gonna do a voice headcanon thing for my pokemon ocs (not related to any of my aus, it's just cinny n her friends)

Gimme a second

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Ashirene Sirena for patreon !

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WRITEBLR BATTLE ROYALE - Ophelia vs. Julyan Full Fight!

Hi, there! I am taking part in @your-absent-father's amazingly fun event, Writeblr Battle Royale, where I and other cool writeblrs choose our most powerful OCs and make them fight in an interdimensional arena. It's chaotic, it's badass, and more importantly, it is FUN (:<

Important: These events are not canon to our stories! They're just something very cool we as writers have decided to subject our characters to, for the sake of writing practice and Fun tm, though it is completely unrelated to our projects and the characters' actual experiences in the books.

Check out the rules and other amazing fight scenes at @writeblrbattleroyale!

In this fight, my young Sunscryer Mageborn, Julyan Ashiren, fights against Ophelia, a magical girl and shapeshifter (character from @the-arigen) in the event's arena.

“Welcome to the battle my dear audience. Welcome to the bloodshed. I am M, your humble game master. In front of me are our contenders. Their weapons are in front of them. The enemy is on their opposite. Their only way out is either killing their opponent or dying. These two are a very interesting duo. I just can’t wait for the show.”

It was hardly the first time Ophelia had ended up somewhere she didn’t want to be, but the massive headache was new… especially because she hadn’t actually needed to have a head, these past six months. A quick inventory of the area showed no signs of attacks from the young man on the opposite side. He was fairly tall, human-looking, with all of the typical limbs, a standard skin color, and normal-looking strawberry-blond hair tied into a long ponytail. The overcoat was interesting, but the rest of it– ruffled sleeves, black pants, leather boots– she’d already practiced. The most distinguishing feature seemed to be something like tattoos on his hands, red-gold lines that she’d need to see closer up.

On the other side, Julyan blinked open his eyes, feeling a little nauseous. He wasn’t at home and he knew for sure he didn’t portal to wherever this was willingly - which was bad, very bad. He looked around, trying to figure out where he was. An arena, by the looks of it, though it didn’t look like anywhere he’d been before in Agrannor.

There was a young woman standing across from him.

Ophelia carefully managed her gaze so she was just watching him, rather than staring, as she went down the list of her own form. Two arms, two legs, a head. Some of her skin had melted in the transition, returning to the molten silvery substance that had become so natural to her, but it was mostly hidden underneath the parts of her shifted to look and feel like clothing, which were still correctly assigned. She felt a small glimmer of pride at the best teleport-recovery she’d managed in weeks, patching up her form even as she spoke.

“Hello? Is… well, does anyone have a good idea of what’s going on?”

Julyan didn’t know her, so he quickly did a discreet once over, checking for weapons, or any sign that she could be working for the Secret Court. When he found neither, Julyan immediately felt a wave of relief, only then taking in the other details.

She was average height, around as tall as his little sister, with dark skin and long hair, though her eyes struck him as strange, a glowing silver hue, almost the same color as her attire.

Is she a mage too? Who is she? He thought to himself, but didn’t voice.

Julyan noticed that she seemed to be watching him, uncertain. Gently, he tried to make his posture more friendly and non-threatening. It wouldn’t do to unnecessarily provoke the anger of the person who was trapped in this arena with him.

Julyan thought. No, he had no clue what had happened. One moment he was walking home, the other, he was here. He hadn’t even been using magic or anything of the sort. This was positively confusing to him, too. Of one thing, however, he was certain. He needed to find a way to go back home, his siblings needed him alive. So the quicker and smoother this situation came to an end, the better.

He cleared his throat, only a bit, as if to catch her attention.

“Um, hello,” Julyan called out. He found himself tempted to give a small wave, but ultimately decided against it. “To answer your question, I know as much as you do. I don’t really know what precisely is happening, nor do I know why.”

He awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck, looking around, then back at her. The young mage took a tentative step forward, not wanting to be too sudden.

“I believe we haven’t been properly introduced.” He began, trying to keep his voice at an even tone, even though he was about as anxious as he could get. “My name is Julyan Ashiren, so hi.” He does the small wave he’d held back earlier. “And, um, who might you be?”

She smiled in response. “You caught me in uniform, so you may call me Magical Girl Mirrorwoven or Ophelia.”

His confusion was interesting to her, both putting her worries about it being a planned assassination to rest and bringing a much wider conspiracy into play. That… she hesitated to think of the collection of shadows that was M as a person, but he definitely wasn’t a Nihilus… was almost certainly at fault, but his ability to teleport her here meant that a lot of other people were also at threat. The exact reasons were unclear, but the missing squad-sight in her vision meant that Casey and Elysia were probably not involved.

That’s good. I just wish I had some way… Ophelia thought, looking up towards M and then back at Julyan. “Do you have an escape method?”

Julyan hesitated. He hadn’t thought about that. Did he have an escape method? No. he did not, Julyan realized. He didn’t even know where he was, and he was starting to get the sneaking suspicion that he wasn’t even in Agrannor. Gods, he just wanted to go home.

But how?

Julyan looked up at the young woman - Ophelia, he reminded himself - and shook his head. “No, unfortunately, I don’t.” He followed her gaze, only now realizing that the person who’d announced this tournament was standing above them, watching, behind the parapets of the arena’s tallest wall. Julyan suppressed a shudder, but quickly turned his attention back to Ophelia.

“What do we do now?”

“According to him,” Ophelia said, trying to keep her voice steady for him, “we fight. Well, one of us dies, at least. Fighting is the usual way to achieve that, but hardly the only one.” His shudder at the announcer… is he a civilian?

That would make this much more complicated. She was supposed to save civilians, not kill them. But she also had no idea how long she’d be here, or whether the winner was going home at all. If they weren’t, and a civilian was put up against a Nihilus, her dying here would have achieved nothing. If she even could.

The thought occurred only at the end, and she almost winced. No fire in the arena, nor electricity or endless void nor ice nor acid… if he was a civilian, she’d need to ask whether he preferred to starve or for her to kill him.

Julyan winced. “Fight…?” He started, voice hesitant but not shaky, just slightly appalled. He’d heard the announcer quite well, but he was hoping there was another option.

“Is there not another way?” Julyan asked, half-hopeful, though he knew the answer. Not that he was afraid, though his opponent seemed like she could more than hold her own in a fight. Violence wasn’t something he wanted or liked, and he’d lived through his fair share already. He sighed, nervously wringing his hands together for a brief moment, before resigning himself to waiting for her inevitable response.

Ophelia grimaced in response. “If you had been placed here with someone else, perhaps we could wait until one of us starves. As it stands? I… can’t. An unfortunate consequence of this.” She waved her left arm through the air, momentarily loosening her control so the limb extended, losing its shape and color to the undifferentiated silver whip-shape before putting it back.

“I don’t have any particular way out, either. If I did, we would both be out of here as soon as I could manage.”

Starve… The word echoed through his mind like a bad omen. He was no stranger to the pain of hunger and starvation. When he heard the word, it sent a familiar jolt of terror down his spine.

Plus, he couldn’t die and leave his siblings alone - he promised he wouldn’t do that. He needed to come home, alive.

“I can’t do that.” He answered. “I won’t starve to death, I… I know how much hunger hurts, and I won’t do it again. Not if I can help it. I can’t let myself die in here. I have a family, my younger siblings. They need me. I can’t do this to them.”

Julyan took a step forward, a fatalistic look in his eyes, and shakily reached under his overcoat, hesitating for a moment as his slender fingers grasped the handle of his dagger, hidden by the worn-out clothes.

“You need to understand. I don’t have this choice.” He paused, looking her in the eye with genuine sorrow as he aimed the sharp weapon. “I’m so sorry.”

A dagger. He’s going to try to kill me with a dagger. Ophelia thought, sighing internally. He didn’t look like the type to believe her when she said it wasn’t going to be enough. He deserved something of a chance, but if he didn’t have any other weaponry it was going to be very awkward to explain.

“Neither of us does.” Ophelia said calmly, then ran towards him, keeping her human shape primarily but turning her arm into a blade almost as long as her body was tall, swinging down at him in a diagonal slash.

Julyan barely had time to block her blow, moving his dagger upwards to hold his guard up, and stumbling backwards. When she hit, it wasn’t that hard for him to stand his ground. This went on for a while, her longer reach not nearly enough to overcome his greater skill. Growing impatient, he weaved his way through her attacks with practiced ease, stepping sideways to parry a poorly-placed diagonal strike, before moving to slash at her side, opposite her guard. But there, instead of meeting blood and bone, his sword cut across a strange mixture underneath that looked like molten silver.

What is this? Taken aback, Julyan stared at it in confusion, forgetting to even step away from his opponent as he tried to figure out what the hell was happening. If my weapon doesn’t hit her or cause any harm, then I will have to figure out another plan. But how? Can I find a way out? No… His mind wandered on as he leveled his blade at her, urging her to keep her distance and not try anything, ready to continue fighting if she pressed an attack.

Ophelia stepped back with him, matching his distance. “Another consequence. You could stab me all you like, but it would hardly make a difference. To actually do any damage… I need to be denatured. Acid, radiation, molecular-level destruction. Fire. Without those? I can’t die.” She smiled at him, sadly. “Whether I would like to or not.”

Julyan took a hesitant step back, not lowering his sword as he listened to the harrowing information she’d just divulged. She couldn’t die from knife wounds, which made this even worse than it already was. Fire. The word echoed in his mind. She could be killed by fire. Julyan grimaced, managing to hold back the instinctive shake of his head. He had the power. There was fire - sunfire, to be precise - running through his very blood. It didn’t mean he liked to use it, or that he could guarantee his control over it. He hated using his fire to fight, the charred remains in the aftermath were always a sight he could never truly banish from his mind. Sunfire was an awful way to die.

But Julyan knew he didn’t really have a choice. Not if he wanted to win this, and get through alive. If this was what he had to do, so be it. He sighed, carefully sheathing the dagger. He hoped he wouldn’t accidentally melt it when the true fighting started. This dagger had been difficult to make.

“Fine. Godsdamn, fine.” He muttered, under his breath. Why is it always, every single damn time, the unpleasant route? Did I upset a random pantheon or something? No, no, that’s just my luck, isn’t it? At his side, the runic markings in his hands start to glow, bright and dangerous like molten gold. He took a deep breath, looking up to the sky as if willing himself to have patience, before fixing his stance. Julyan looks up at her. “Let’s just get this over with.”

His hands lighting up drew Ophelia’s attention for a second, and she made her decision. “If it’s any consolation, I’ve been holding back as much as you have.” Already away from melee as she was, she didn’t need to bother making distance… not that she would have had to, anyways. The human form was what required a constant effort to maintain.

So she just… let go.

Her entire body, head to toe and including the gown she was wearing, rippled in a wave of mirror-bright silver as she split in two, then again, then once more– each copy as large as the original had been, though hollow on the inside, and now a bright silver shadow more than a defined person. Then, they started running to surround Julyan, striking toward him in turns while he started back.

Julyan took a couple of stumbling steps backward, blinking rapidly as the person before him just… split. Into a dozen copies all around him. With a frown, he hesitantly regarded the silvery forms now moving toward him, disturbingly. He barely remembered that she was probably expecting an answer to what she’d just said.

“… I had hoped it wouldn’t um, come to this, because Gods I hate doing what I am about to do, so much”. Julyan stammered, a tired bored bitterness to his voice, trying to piece together a coherent answer after what he’d just witnessed. He winced internally. Oh, this is about to be one of those days that just hurt like hell. As the weirdly-formed weapons made of… whatever she was, shot closer, he closed his eyes for a moment and brought his arms protectively over his face as a wall of fire surrounded him, sweeping into a growing spiral of sunfire that boxed out the offending weaponry.

No longer bothering with the facade of normality, Ophelia’s duplicates distended their legs and bodies to take impossible steps, arms shifting mid-swing to strike from strange angles in-between the whirling fire. Not that it seemed to be helping much. Even the ones that got through, managing to make contact with his body, had their edges burned away by the heat rippling across his skin.

Julyan stood his ground as his opponent attacked, burning away any of the weapons she threw his way, careful to keep the perimeter of fire wide enough to defang the sharpest of them, but restricted just enough that he would not lose control. Still, some of her strangely-shaped weapons managed to get through the barrage of fire around him, and though they were, luckily, dull and blunt by the time they reached him, it still hurt. Like getting pelted with rocks.

Wincing, Julyan stepped away from the incoming attacks, though they were rather relentless and he found himself growing distracted with each hit, his control over the flames becoming slightly more fickle.

Screw this, He thought, after barely stepping away from another rather painful hit. Julyan focused on the copies of her that surrounded him insistently, annoyance growing as they continuously tried to get through to him.

Taking a deep breath, Julyan focused solely on the sunfire he was casting, strengthening his control. The spiral glows brighter, almost blinding, as he wills the flames to burn hotter, and the spiral to widen, engulfing the copies closest to him.

They’re going to keep coming at him, he knows. Careful not to lose any of the protective spirals around him, he starts shooting out more calculated, careful attacks - like long arrows of fire reaching out to the copies farther from him, finally doing a true attack of his own.

While his attacks had proved useful, it had taken Julyan a while until he was able to burn hot enough so that the copies couldn’t hit him at all, and at this point, everything was starting to ache a bit - though he didn’t know whether it was from overusing his powers, or from the weapons’ prior attacks. Likely both.

Sidestepping a lucky strike from one of the shadows, he shot a bolt of sunfire towards one of the larger copies’ head, which had been floating above, behind the others, observing more than participating. The head split in a moment, allowing it to sail through harmlessly.

Ophelia whistled, and the myriad duplicates of herself shot a part of themselves at their closest neighbors, bringing their thoughts, memories, and adaptation back into the whole. Not even a chance, that way, and he might notice. Collating the experiences of her other selves had her shift a much larger spear to shoot out from her stomach, aimed at the right side of his chest, then moved towards him again, modifying herself into a low cross between a cheetah-like lower four legs and a hollow, human upper body for the extra legs and maneuverability.

As Ophelia dodged his attack, Julyan watched as his opponent’s copies came together, morphing and twisting into one once again. Narrowing his eyes, his breath hitched as he saw it turn into a spear - which shot towards him at remarkable speed, aimed at the side of his chest.

With not much time to think, Julyan pulled at the flames in the spiral around him, quickly shifting them all towards his front, and blasting a large wall of fire between him and the incoming spear. It was insistent, and terribly strong, and Julyan could see that it would get through his fire sooner than later. He forced it to burn stronger, as hot as he could muster without losing control, as his mind raced to find a solution.

Come on! Okay, what was that spell, what was it - Oh, yes, right, holding runes. Now, if I remember this correctly…

Keeping one of his hands pushed forward, holding up the burning wall of fire in front of him, he freed his other hand to draw the runic signs in the air, the glowing red runes appearing and quickly, agonizingly rearranging in front of him. Remembering the correct words in ancient magespeak took a couple of tries, as his mind had started to get fuzzy, the intense heat he’d surrounded himself with beginning to take its toll in the form of confusion.

But he got it right, and the runes moved to surround the spear, which was insistently pushing though the wall of fire before him. They latched onto the silvery material, holding it in place right in the middle of the burning flames, and just a few centimeters away from him.

After a couple of seconds, the weapon started to burn away, disintegrating into nothing in the searing heat. The smell was vaguely sweet, and though it did not make him as nauseous as it might have otherwise, it wasn’t exactly pleasant.

Though it was a mere instant until it was completely burned away, Julyan could feel his fire twist toward strangeness, slipping away from his control like sand through an hourglass. When the last sliver of the weapon dissipated into the air, he took a stumbling step forward, trying to steady himself.

A sudden surge of his own sunfire washed over him, and Julyan winced, closing his hands into fists, closer to him, tightly gritting his teeth as he willed himself to control it. Across from him, on the other side of the arena, Julyan saw his opponent changing form once again, turning into a vague centaur-like shape, with long slender legs, though it still looked more like a shadow than anything else. There was something off about it that Julyan couldn’t help but feel unsettled about.

She charged toward him, just as fast as any of her prior attacks. Shaking away the fire-induced haze from his head, Julyan braced himself for what was to come.

“You’re really quite good at this,” Ophelia said, forming the words with part of her even as she searched for a way through the fire. In a lot of ways, the fight was already decided. She didn’t have much of anything that could get through without sacrificing a part of herself to do it, and anything that did would need to be the sort of brutal that she hadn’t used against anything but the toughest Nihilus, let alone a person. A quick strike down the center was almost immediately followed from his left side as she dropped the moving form, surrounding him in a ring.

As his opponent’s ever-shifting form surrounded him, Julyan was careful enough not to let his fire waver, nor cool down, as she began actively striking him from multiple directions, though he kept the flames smaller, and therefore more manageable. He tilts his head slightly at her compliment.

“Well, I have to be.” He answered, dodging another one of her piercing strikes. None were quite strong enough to get through his fiery defense, but he wasn’t about to take any chances, even if the fire was becoming a bit too much to handle.

“There are weaknesses, of course, but so difficult for me to exploit.” She stabbed out from three different places, two that he would be able to see and one at the small of his back.

His vision swam a little as he spun around, but he saw the two different spear-like shapes breaking away from the ring to shoot towards his chest. Pushing forward a smaller wall of fire to hold them both away simultaneously, he failed to notice the third one coming up behind him until a sharp pain scraped the small of his back. He cried out, briefly.

Shit! I shouldn’t have dropped the spiral, shouldn’t have. A surge of sunfire promptly surrounded him from all sides, burning away the weapon that had managed to strike him. He felt warm blood trickle down his back before it too sizzled to a stain, but thankfully the wound felt like it was on the smaller side. He had just gotten very lucky.

I’m going to die here, Ophelia realized. Well. Hardly the first time.

The fire, now surrounding him from all sides, was pushing the point where it would be impossible to maintain his control over it, and the heat was starting to become far too much to handle, at least while conscious. Knowing he was running out of time, Julyan decided to put an end to this fight. He sighed, looking at the ring around him, hoping that she could understand him.

“Are you not…” Julyan paused, as if reconsidering his question, before continuing, voice hesitant. “… afraid to die? Do you not feel pain?”

Ophelia felt the question more intensely than any of the burns had managed. It wasn’t that they hadn’t hurt, but that was the sort of pain she was accustomed to. She pulled all of her material– now noticeably diminished by the flames, though not yet at the point where she couldn’t mimic colors effectively– back into the facsimile of humanity she tried to maintain.

“Pain? All of it. Every time, from each and every one of the copies as they become part of me again.” It was true enough, though somewhat ignoring the actual reality that each and every one of those copies was her, experiencing the pain for the first time when they were burned and again when they recombined with her main body. She stopped for a moment, taking a breath she didn’t need to steady herself.

“But fear? Fear is an old flame. We don’t speak much anymore, and always of old times.” She stared at Julyan for a moment. “We all know how this is going to go.”

Julyan watched, eyes narrowed, as Ophelia once again morphed back into a human form, standing right in front of him once again and calmly answered his question.

For a moment, he found himself wishing she hadn’t turned back to her human shape. Knowing what he would have to do only made it that much more difficult to accept. But he knew it was, probably, for the best.

As Ophelia explained that she did feel pain, though fear was a distant reality, he frowned slightly. Julyan could not imagine what that must be like - to not be afraid anymore, be it of death and oh, so much worse. It sounded like both a blessing and a curse wrapped into one. He really didn’t know how to feel about it, especially in the scenario they found themselves in.

With the heat of his own fire starting to make him feel rather feverish and borderline drowsy, Julyan just wanted it over with. The less he had to think about what he was going to - what he had to do - the quicker this would be finished. Still, nothing about this felt right.

At all.

Ophelia struck, throwing all of her remaining mass into two real attacks and half a dozen hollow fragments meant only to draw his attention, and Julyan let go. All his fire now flowed freely in every direction, dancing around him taller than any of the flames he’d purposefully cast before, as the waves of fire washed over the arena and engulfed his opponent completely. Julyan closed his eyes, growing dizzy as the world around him became a muffled roar of impossible glare.

He wasn’t sure exactly how much time had passed when he blinked his eyes open again. It stung to open his now-dry eyes, and it took some time for his sight to painstakingly adjust to the lack of heat. His ears were ringing, and his skin was so hot he may as well have rolled on a lava field. He didn’t like that at all.

Puffs of smoke rose from his shoulders, and though his fire-resistant clothes were still intact, Julyan could smell the singed fabric, which had worn out at the edges and ripped at some small seams.

Overall, the attire still fared better than most of his clothes back home.

For a moment, he dreaded the sight he thought would greet him once he looked up at the arena, but his opponent was nowhere in sight. It was just him, standing in an empty concrete arena whose stone walls had been charred black.

Completely alone.

I won. I really won… Julyan thought. He felt a wave of relief wash over him, but at the same time, there was a terrified feeling building up in his chest. He was one step closer to going home, to keeping his promise to stay alive. But he’d also just killed someone.

Not knowing what to think, or what to do, plus feeling like he was dunked into boiling water for an hour, Julyan just sat down on the floor of the arena, trying to take up as little space as possible.

And waited. He wasn’t sure he was ready for whatever came next, but he knew that at least his powers were - for better or for worse. That was something the world never seemed to let him forget.

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Thanks for the Tag, @your-absent-father!

Since The Last Wrath (my main WIP) has multiple main characters (Multiple POV), I made a Picrew for each one!

Raelen Ashiren -

Julyan Ashiren -

Zephyr Tellian -

Darian Caelestis -

Ellinor Dallantes -

It was hard to get the medieval high fantasy feel with the clothing options of this Picrew, (and some of the hair colors here are not precisely what they are in the books), but either way, I loved doing this!

Tagging: @rickie-the-storyteller, @cabbojage, @writernopal, @clairelsonao3, @liv-is and OPEN TAG

found this lovely picrew and wanted to start a chain! make your wip's main character using this picrew

this is rowan from nova futurum

gently tagging: @wingedcatastrophe, @intothesparrowverse, @aether-wasteland-s, @scribbling-stardust, @lucylyricism, @stesierra, @your-absent-father, @ruinmegently, @ntzsche9, @palebdot, @holdmyteaplease, @halfbit, @floweryprosegarden, @daughter-of-inklings, @fire-but-ashes-too

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Gift - Starter Glitch (Popplio TF)

This week's TF comm closes out our accidental Water Pokemon Trilogy! I hope you've enjoyed the ride. Most Pokemon trainers start their journeys with their partner Pokemon, not becoming them! But according to this picture by the delightful @Icaron, I must be one of those (un)lucky few. Spurred by a suggestion by friend of the page @PhantomTFLover, they both helped me level up (or down?) into the form of everyone's favorite circus seal, Popplio. The flippers will take some getting used to, but so long as I'm not one of those starters that gets immediately boxed I'm looking forward to my evolutions along the way!

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[vanilahnurul]

Bubble(netflix) x Pokemon . This Inteleon is Gou's , not Zenia's.  

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[Tender]

I thought I actually posted this. I guess not.

It's not really my favourite piece, but I'm posting it here because why not.

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Happy Worldbuilding Wednesday! Thank you so much for the ask, @tabswrites!

In The Last Wrath - there are many kingdoms and therefore many capitals (especially when considering the Free Realms, which consist of independent, sovereign kingdoms that are not part of a greater empire). Here go a few curious/major ones:

The Capital of the Morosyn Empire is the city of Elsohra, the so-called "Empire's Pride". The mageborn refer to Elsohra as the Bloodtainted Jewel - for obvious reasons (the Radiant Hunts that the Empire endorse). Elsohra is a vast - and mighty city - sprawling upon the rocky hills on the heart of the Imperial Lands, a heavily fortified strategic point. The city is known for its beautiful - and enormous - Imperial Palaces, which are home to the Emperor himself and most of the royal court. It is also a rather commercially bustling city, incredibly respected within the Empire and the Borderlands, holding some of the most important resources of its lands within its grasp.

Meruvvon is a city-state principality in the far shoreline of the Free Realms, directly facing the Lost Sea (it's capital is therefore, Meruvvon itself). Due to it's maze-like structures and vantage points, it happened to be where the first fated battle between the Free Realms and the Morosyn Empire - which started the War of Prophecy - took place in the ending of The Last Wrath's Book 1. Aside from that, Meruvvon is a city built like a maze made of almost pure white marble, made to withstand the brutal sea storms and monster attacks that come from the bowels of the Lost Sea. Known for it's craftsmanship and talented artisans, Meruvvon is a city that, supposedly, "can build anything", also having some of the best strategists in the realms. The young Crown Prince of Meruvvon - Denarius Ahnora - was a close friend of the rebel Isolde Kierah and Princess Ellinor of Arkellya, even overulling the city council in order for him and his army to side with the Free Realms in the up coming War against the Morosyn Empire, instead of accepting to fall under Imperial Occupation (which was what the council wanted).

The capital of Vellamere is the city of Aesiira, located in the safe shores of the Free Realms, being lucky enough to be far away from the Lost Sea. Known for its sailing culture as well as mighty sea commerce, Aesiira is a pride to behold within the Free Realms, as well as one of the most important and powerful cities one could ever have the chance to visit, blissfully away from the Morosyn Empire to be far away from the first throes of war. It's the home of a wide range of cultures and Agrannorian species, as well as a proud - sometimes vain - elite of merchants and noble sailors. It's architecture ranges from sandy colored castles high upon the coastline, to carefully built wooden buildings next to the harbor where merchants set up their stalls.

Kestrall's capital is the mighty city of Kestrall itself, nestled high-above the snow covered peaks of the mountain range known as the Scarp - where the rest of the kingdom expands across through settlements, villages and cities all across the frozen mountains low and high. Home to the fabled Dragon Riders, protectors of the skies, which now share rule of the kingdom with the City Watch, due to their Queen's orders, leading to some political tensions. Kestrall - the kingdom and the capital - are known for making the best weaponry of all (runic weapons made by Forgebearer mages) as well as having the finest, most well trained fighters there ever was and being one of the most strategic - and most well fortified - points within the Free Realms - making it a priority for the Empire to capture, which happens in the early chapters of the Last Wrath, in the Siege of Kestrall.

The capital of Midtaren, known as Arrangrove, is hidden within the gigantic ancient forests of the kingdom, impossible to find from the outside. It was also the ancient home of both mage Houses Eiriant and Ashiren (later on), before both clans were massacred. Their rulers still uphold the Old Customs, swearing a vow to defend the ancient magic sources - even after the deaths of two of their Houses. Due to this, it has quickly become known as a safe haven for magically talented people (mageborn, elves, faefolk) wishing to escape the wars and fleeing the Radiant Hunts. Even after many attempts, the Morosyn Empire has brutally failed to breach the forest grounds (might I add that some trees are hundreds of feet tall, as tall as towers and equally wide) or even pass through the forest sprites and wardens. They're still safe, and will continue to be, as long as the forest that protects them lives.

And so on!

In Tales of Wilted Flowers - the most relevant capital in the lands of Ravaryn is the kingdom of Wenhorn, protected by the Fortress of Twinecrest and ruled over by King Tieran Kallasen - former friend of knight Arcturus Wildwood, whom Tieran comdemned long ago as a supposed traitor. The story actually starts in the rather faraway city of Thysfire, in the outskirts of the land, where Lorelai Wildwood meets Xarian Argyris. The capital of the elven and faefolk kingdom is the city-state of Allannar, next to the fabled "Lydean Sea" and the Whispering Forests.

WBW Ask

I’ve had the second worst week of my life so we’re doing asks like this for a bit until my brain stops hurting!

What is the capital city (or cities) of your world? Why is it the capital?

Tagging: @pandoras-comment-box @mysticstarlightduck @pheita @writingmaidenwarrior @sam-glade @writernopal but anyone feel free to answer!

[theundeadeel]

Wanting to finish this up before anything else, based on the polls. I've been watching POTC: Stranger's Tide a lot, mainly for the Mermaids (I've also been listening to the soundtrack as well).

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Boo ! Ashirene got all dressed up for halloween !

[mysticstarlightduck]

Hi! I’m working in quite a few things, but my main WIP is a Medieval Dark Fantasy novel series called The Last Wrath. I have plenty of posts on this blog about it, and have participated in quite a few writing games with this WIP, though I’ve yet to make a full WIP Intro Post. 

The story is set in the vast continent of Agrannor, where old and new threats rise amidst the kingdoms' many conflicts, throwing the lives of a few extraordinarily eccentric individuals into mayhem as they race against time to fix the errors of their ancestors and they find themselves trapped in a war that could change their fates, as well as that of the world as they know it, forever. Asthe mighty Morosyn Empire makes a move against its neighboring Free Realms, it will take more than blind luck for our ill-fated cast to beat them, especially when an ancient order of corrupt sorcerers known as the Secret Court comes into play. There are quite a few Main POV characters in this work, and while their stories might at first seem disconnected, they will soon find that their fates are more interweaved than they seemed. (Since the Cast is very big, I will only list the Main POV characters in this post)

The POV Characters:

Raelen Ashiren - A mageborn troublemaker, Raelen is youngest heir to an Ancient House that the world believed to have been destroyed ages ago, but she has long since been forced to leave that life behind after her parents misterious deaths more than a decade ago when she was but a child. Ever since, she has lived as a troublemaking outcast, less than a commoner, as her older brother - and only remaining blood relative - tried to keep both of them safe. When old enemies come back into her life, everything that she has ever known is once again ripped away from her as her oldest brother, Julyan, is captured by assassins and she is forced to flee from a bloody siege in the kingdom she once called home. Now, she finds herself trapped in a race against time to survive in the wake of a rising war, with the help of her adoptive brother Azra, an unexpected stranger with misterious powers and a very untrained dragon, as she scrambles to find her way through the chaos and save her brother before it is all too late.

Ellinor Dallantes - A young lost princess, Ellinor is the sole survivor of the massacre of the royal family of the Kingdom of Arkellya after her conniving uncle staged a coup to take her mother's crown. Saved from the slaughter, Ellinor was raised by the best assassin on the continent - who also happens to be the leader of the most powerful underground Guild currently on the continent and who was her mother's childhood friend. As she grew, Ellinor learned the skills that would allow her to rouse the sleeping fires of a rebellion and fight to free her lands from the grasp of the Morosyn Empire. Together with her closest friends, a group of young elite warriors and outcasts, she has decided to bring the fight to the ones who started it and is determined to undermine her enemies from within, while her legend grows stronger by the day. But it will take many trials of sacrifices and trials to get to where she needs to be, as she slowly finds that the burdens of a broken crown are heavier than they seemed.

Zephyr Tellian - A talented young sorcerer that has fallen victim to a terrible hatred Curse following the betrayal by one of those closest to him, Zephyr knows well the horrors of the shadow war being waged behind the prosperous facade of the continent - and knows it is a matter of time until those shadows become an open war. After being accepted into the prestigious Liranthian Academies, along with his witty young brother, Zephyr has dedicated his recent life to the study of magical arts - desperately searching for an anti-magic spell that could counter the abilities of the crooked Secret Court. But when he discovers a dark hidden truth, he finds that his life and that of his brother might be in more danger than they already were, as he is now trapped in a scheme that he had never even heard about before. Running away proves to be a necessity, and finding the budding rebellion of their world might be their only chance, but things get more than a little more complicated when an old rival - the very sorcerer who cursed him - makes them his target.

Darian Caelestis - A young potion maker, and son of two rebel fighters from the Kingdom of Ergyre, Darian has been living in hiding while traveling the kingdoms under a fake identity, after the invasion of the borders of Ergyre a few years back forced him to run away. Now, he has made it his personal mission to find and save his childhood best friend, a young elf named Tanwin who was captured by an enemy warlord during the invasion of Ergyre. Afraid of conflict and not a talented fighter by any means, Darian sought to avoid the war and rebellion at all costs, but to save his best friend he will do whatever it takes, even if it means taking a stand that he once believed to be impossible. When helping a strange lost princess reclaim her crown becomes the key to locating his long-lost friend and fulfilling a promise, Darian must navigate his own inner demons as he finds himself now a part of something - for once - bigger than his life, and finds his best friend turned into a soldier on the other side of the war.

Luciya Anynth - A young rogue to whom the highest value of life is freedom, she grew up stealing from the Empire where she was born, alongside a group of forest-dwelling children after her father was wrongfully framed and imprisoned. After a heist gone wrong rips her freedom and happiness away from her, forcing her to become a servant to the very people who ruined her life, she becomes determined to find a way out of her new predicament and discover the truth about her chaotic past. When she meets a young rebel spy, she becomes determined to help undermine the Empire and discovers hidden truths about the Secret Court, including the location of the mythical Sunscryer. As the day to enact her escape plan draws ever closer, Luciya finds herself torn between her loyalties, and with freedom just out of reach, she just might have to become a bit more creative to achieve her goal, and she never thought becoming a saboteur would be her fate - but she is not about to complain.

Julyan Ashiren - Raelen's oldest brother, Julyan is the firstborn heir to the long-forgotten House Ashiren. After their parents' disappearance/death and the loss of their family status, Julyan has struggled to keep his younger sister safe from the dangers that he knows are coming towards them, as he knows quite well how the story of their ancestors ended. When they are eventually found by the Secret Court, Julyan ends up captured as he bought Raelen time to escape their old enemies and fix the mistakes their House failed to. Now captive of his family's oldest enemies, Julyan discovers a secret about himself and his true powers that he never thought to be possible, and now desperately seeks a way to escape before he is turned into someone he is not. Grappling with a fate that was written for him long before he was born and the person he thought he could be, Julyan will do whatever it takes to destroy the ones who toppled his family, even if it means doing the last thing he thought himself able to do, embracing his ancient powers but this time, in his own terms.

There are many more things that I wish I could write here, but this is about it for the summarized version of my novel!

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Hiiii… Active writeblrs?

hi there. just curious about what u guys are writing about. u can link ur work here if u wanna. tell me about the new character, the plot, the vibes. go ahead :) reblog if u like (I also wanna follow some active writeblrs, go ahead and like this/reblog if ur doing ur thing)