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THE CHARACTERS OF BLOOD AND BONES — AMARA EKENE NWANKWO

A Child of the Mother Marrow, a Child of the Bone, Amara is the master of an ancient alkemy. She is the feel of a dead thing, swollen and slick with decay, beneath shaking hands; she is the taste of rot between pointed teeth; she is the smell of sky before a storm, the heat of air clinging to life, the sound of thunder as it cuts the azure against a molten rain. Amara is the quiet of a thousand dead—she is their butcher, she is their savior; she is their blood, she is their bone.

In order from most recent to oldest. Please keep in mind that I will periodically update this post as well as the taglist when new content is published.

Social —

Wattpad

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Spotify Playlist

General —

The WIP Introduction

The Mythos of the Godswar Saga —

Arrnelov - The God of Corruption, Trade, and the Subterrestrial

Talov - The God of Justice, Charity, and the Sky

K’aos - The God of Chaos, Ignorance, and War

Khelats’i - The God of Wisdom, Strategy, and Peace

Mahvan - The God of Death, the Dead, and the Sea

Aghvan - The God of Life, the Living, and the Earth

The World of the Godswar Saga —

Alkemy and Thaumaturgy

A History of  Vysena

A Geographic Profile of Vysena

Seredina - Vysena’s Capital City, the City by the Sea

The Characters of Blood and Bones —

Amara Ekene Nwankwo - A Child of the Bone

Esrin Tilkar - The Girl Thief

Aleksander Svilka - The Prince of the Sea

Lukas Tkachov - The Snake of Tkachov

Tag Games —

Last Line Tag

Character Creation Tag

Five Little Known Facts

WIP Prep Tag

Miscellaneous —

Camp Nano 2019

A beautiful edit by @ onhou

My Writing Process

𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔲𝔪𝔟𝔯𝔞 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔞𝔟𝔥𝔞 𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔞𝔴𝔞𝔨𝔢 𝔞𝔱 𝔩𝔞𝔰𝔱

WORKING TITLE: Project Starcut

TYPE: standalone adult high fantasy

STATUS: second draft + rewrites, 64k words

POV: first person / past tense

THEMES + TROPES: light v. dark, arranged marriage, nature v. nurture, enemies to lovers, wlw

Spotify | #starcut | wip page | PSD by @peachcoloring​

SYNOPSIS: The Umbra Queen, Vjekoslava, is willing to sacrifice her crown, empire, and life to right the natural order, but first, her counterpart, the Abha, must be found The decade hunt for her adversary and demise is concluded on the last piece of land she has yet to conqueror on the continent of Aaryanna. The Delphi soldier with a familiar face and harden resolve to keep a dark empress from breaching her border doesn’t recognize her. It made Vjeko’s chest ache. The Umbra will fall to the Abha but Luci is unprepared to kill in cold blood and Vjeko is unwilling to hand her legacy over to unwanting hands. Locked in a coil of mistrust and intimacy, bad blood and knowing each other inside and out, Luci and Vjeko begrudgingly work together to find their solution amidst their war.  Sinister forces work to force them into their respective roles before the truth of the reincarnation cycle is uncovered. In the land of dead gods, saints, and strangely shaped priests, two women come together and leave ruin in their wake.

introducing THE HIGH TRINITY of AARYANNA / STARCUT:

Empress Vjekoslava Konstantinov —  Auptian, Lesbian; monster child raised by the Oracles of the Diviner, Umbra Queen of Svoroisa, Empress reigning over the Parliament of Aaryanna

Grand Commandment Saskylana —  Masromi, Bisexual; Orphaned by the cave in of the Petrograd Silver mines, last name unknown, ruthless as a cave in, leader of the Umbran army by merit only– indifferent to mythos and Vjeko’s favorite drinking partner

High Chancellor Adam Ryleyev —  Svorosian, Asexual; son of the Svorosian Regent, unwanting of crown or legacy, closely loyal of Vjekoslava

spotify | #starcut | intro post

BRO

– a writeblr reintroduction

‘sup folks, i’m still here – i haven’t done an intro in a While and since i just moved blogs, i figured it’s time!

i’m eva, i’m twenty-one and i never fucking learned how to read, i’m probably most known for moving / revamping blogs at this point dvvdsvd – i’m dutch but i almost exclusively write in english, and have been doing so since i was around seventeen.

in my writing i like to focus on dialogue and character driven stuff – some common themes are loneliness, coming of age, emotionally repressed characters, kind characters and grief – i also like elemental symbolism, especially water symbolism (tbh i’m down for any kind of symbolism)

now onto the actual important stuff, my projects –

godfallen ∣ ya/na urban fantasy, in progress since 2016, primary project

ft. a subverted chosen one trope, emotional outbursts, elemental magic that is also fairly sentient, tired deities and morally grey immortals, an angry coming of age story – cross country roadtrips to save your dead friend and enemies to friends to enemies

morningcome ∣ ya/na paranormal contemporary, my camp nano project

ft. a small town on a small island, storms as plot devices, a mysterious death, lots of horror elements written by someone who’s never consumed any horror content, plenty of emotionally repressed characters, amateur paranormal investigator antics, some gays, ghosts and too many secrets

+bonus: my url is the name of the island this story takes place on

tbf i have more projects than just these two, but they’re barebones – they need some Work before i even think of introducing them

tagging some lovely ppl whom i admire very much (i hope y’all don’t mind!)

you went dead silent and as your internet friend who has no other way of contacting you i began to think you were dead but I'M SO GLAD YOU'RE BACK AGAHAJSJKSKDLDL

umm literally nothing has changed other than the fact that im now mildly addicted to just dance and lady gaga and also ODAAT s4 premiered so that's fun

all of those sound fantastic, honestly! just dance is a blessing. and i saw that on twitter, i hope you enjoyed season 4!!

“Why, White Rabbit, you appear positively gobsmacked.” she grinned, leaning down to meet him for she was large, and he was small.

Queen of Hearts towered over just about everyone in Wonderland. “Methinks that’s a reason why many are frightened of her,” White Rabbit whispered to himself.

“Did you say something, dear?” The Queen asked, brushing her hair aside. It was the colour of ink and blood, noted White Rabbit. Black faded to red as the curls descended like a waterfall down her broad shoulders.

“Not at all, Queen of Hearts!” he answered, scratching his nose nervously, “Though I do believe I am gobsmacked. Your palace is a place of wonders!”

Her pouted lips curled in satisfaction. “What about you, Alice of Fearful Hearts? Are you enchanted by my castle?”

A reply wasn’t given, as Alice was nowhere to be seen. Panic filled White Rabbit’s chest as his eyes darted furiously in search of her.

No, no, no, no, no! I said I’d keep you safe; I promised them! Alice, I promised! Where are you?! These thoughts flooded White Rabbit’s mind, determined to drown him.

Only one thing was clear to him; coming back to Wonderland was a mistake.

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THESE HUNGRY DOGS  — snippet update  → total word count: 5,998 

( just found time to start writing chapter three, so not a decent introduction to berge but she’s a fave of mine! also shameless promo, you can read the book on wattpad now, here )

name: noah branneth age: 21 nationality: british languages: british english, french, spanish sexuality: one giant question mark

"Mm --wha'" the brunet mumbled, rubbing tiredly at an eye with the knuckle of his left hand. A piece of paper stuck to his cheek and it ripped off with a cartoonish sounding splitting. Twyla shook her head fondly, dropping a kiss to his brow.

"I asked if you were keen on some tea, darlin'. Seems like y'all need it." The girl hooked a thumb toward where Ravid's head leaned heavily against his shoulder, pressed from shoulder to hip, and raised a brow. Noah glanced sideways and maneuvered them back a bit against the booth-like seats.

He nodded, still groggy, and picked up his glasses where they'd fallen onto the tabletop. "Honey too," he asked as his friend moved away, and it was a hopeful sound. Twyla laughed and the sound was clear and sweet. It was like home, and Noah found himself smiling.

Erin cocks his head, leans back against Jandout’s chest, jaw clenched, storm rumbling in the back of his head, he looks up at Jandout, gaze sharp through clumped lashes. ‘Hasn’t yours?’ Twisting, he comes to meet Jandout, face to face. With a mocking tilt of his lips, Jandout looks down at Erin. ‘You think I should fear you,’ he says, soft and incredulous. ‘You truly believe that.’ ‘Rather, I know you should fear me,’ Erin says, all casual, a simple roll his shoulder, eyes half lidded and dangerous. ‘And I know you will, maybe not now, but you will, I promise you.’  Northern winds sweep around him, frigid, biting, rumble around him like distanced thunder.

Jandout’s mouth twitches up involuntarily. ‘Really.’ He says. ‘You promise.’ ‘I’m not known to break them.’ Erin lets wind push him closer to Jandout, gazes up at him, fierce, blazing storm in the middle of the ocean calm. ‘Storm child,’ Jandout murmurs. ‘I’ve been waiting for you.’ ‘I know,’ Erin says above the roaring of winds, picking up faster and faster, sweeping up towering waves.

‘Oulai stands by my side, ocean and storm,’ Jandout leans in. ‘Together we’ll achieve greatness.’ His lips twist up into something too warped with cruelty to be called a smile, ‘I don’t give a fuck about Oulai,’ Erin spits. ‘I don’t give a fuck about any of you, gods,’ he wrinkles his nose, regards Jandout, scoffs. ‘You’re nothing, nothing I cannot beat, overcome, you think I’ll surrender? I’ll prove you wrong, watch me, I dare you not to look away.’ North howls around him, dangerous, she towers over him, all wolf and wind, eyes bright like the aurora.

‘You dare me,’ Jandout growls, closer ever closer, chest heaving as salt water crashes into him, casting him a lighthouse, steady and furious, eyes alight and merciless.

Erin grins, all teeth and hunger. ‘Unless you can’t take the heat.’

– godfallen, feb 08 2020

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