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Mara Writes

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I am a writer who writes stuff you may want to read | She/They | To find my writings, look for '#mara writes' and '#loading' | I like books (reading, writing and buying) and I'm a Classics student (my Roman Empire is the Roman Empire). Combine those two and you get a love for any Ancient Greek and Latin literature. I will say a lot of dumb shit about all those things | Find me on Wattpad (@MaraMontenero) and on Reddit (u/MaraMontenero) for even more stupid writings!

Poeta

When tender sleep had taken me

To far away, the place of dreams

The slender Muses came to me

And pulled my mind away from home

On grassy mountains put me down

With rocks and boulders as my seat

The place where poetry is born

Where Muses gives their verse to us

Though words of lies they know as well

On there they spoke the words of truth:

“Oh, Poet, Writer, Author, you

Who puts down words on paper, that

Had only just existed there

Within your mind and in your heart

A journey here will start for you

A story, new, to now complete

Without begin, without an end

Just tales as beads are on a string

The song of birds and rustling leaves

Will guide when you are writing songs

But well-worn paths should not be feared

When writing stories readers love

A spring is pure with water clean

When minds can think of tales anew

No, small and big are neither wrong

And you are versed as well with both

Whatever story suits your needs

We always love to hear it told

Oh, Poet, Writer, Author, you

Will tell us tales of days long past

Of teenage lies and magic gifts

Of dragons, monsters, gods and ducks

Of conversations, friendly talk

Of love, and hate, and flames, and cake

So go, and give to us your tales

We wait to see what you will do”

Then I awoke from tender sleep

With pressure building in my mind

To put to paper tales with words

As Muses had instructed me

So here is it, my newest work

A work for which no one has asked

Not big, not small, but right in size

With pumice polished smooth to shine

The thoughts of me, presented here

My mind laid bare for all to see

But not yet ready, loading…

that some people respond to any well-foreshadowed reveal with “ugh that plot twist was so predictable” proves bad faith criticism has rotted their brains to the point they think it’s bad writing if they can correctly identify information the writers were intentionally giving them

Sometimes the point of the reveal is not to shock you. Sometimes the point is anticipation of the reveal. You know it’s coming, just not when, how, or what the consequences will be. And sometimes that can be so much more interesting than not seeing it coming at all.

There's no better feeling than slowly putting the pieces together while reading, doubting yourself all the way through because you might've missed something or interpreted something incorrectly, only to be able to yell: 'YESS!! I KNEW IT!!!' at the end when it's finally revealed. And you never know all the details, so there still will be little surprises waiting for you in that reveal, giving you the best of both worlds: exciting new twists and the feeling that you figured it out all by yourself.

trying to prove a point to my homophobic parents!!

reblog if you think it's okay to drag the corpse of your rival around the walls of his home city on account of your unrelenting rage

I love buying new books. Look at this! Isn’t it pretty? I’m not gonna read it for 2 years but it will look fabulous on my bookshelf

I’m sorry for all the unread books on my shelves. I love you guys. Your day will come, I promise 📚

I really need help with names for my characters, anybody willing to help please do. I'm begging at this point.

I've got a very long list of names that I like in my notes app and I've gotten pretty good at intuiting names that fit with a character's personality, tell me what you need and I might be able to help!

Here's to the people who can't get the words on the page. The people who are too tired after all life throws at them to write. The people who are blocked. The people who are burnt out. The people who can't write because of physical or mental illnesses. The people who don't know why they can't write. And the people struggling with all those other things that get in the way of writing and make it seem or be impossible.

You're still a writer, you're still an artist. And you matter. This world is better since you're in it. Thank you for wanting to write, even if you can't right now. I hope you and your words find each other soon.

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like/reblog if u are:

  • a bitch
  • a bastard
  • an all around fool
  • an omnipresent all-powerful being
  • a sparrow
  • c̵͙̳͕̈͛ụ̷̔r̸̗͎̽̓͗͜s̴̨̈́̿͘e̸͍̰̜͊̈́d̵̛̫̙͍͝͝
  • capable of moving at immense, incomprehensible speeds
  • an eldritch being

no one will know which one u chose! :D

OCs as NPCs

Thank you for the tag @leahnardo-da-veggie! I will use my main trio, Faelin, Leo and Cas, from my WIP Mind & Matter for this!

The rules are simple: Imagine your OCs as NPCs in an RPG game.

Cas would be simple: imagine you've been summoned by the Queen to get a quest, and while she is explaining the details of your upcoming adventure to you, there's a random teenager hanging around in the corner of the throne room - you're not sure if he's even supposed to be there - occasionally giving commentary or making jokes. After getting interrupted a few times, the Queen says: "I apologise for my son, just ignore him", and gives the boy a scolding look, after which he will shut up, but he stays in corner with a pouty look on his face. You can heed the Queen's advice and ignore him, but if you do choose to talk to him, he will cheer up and happily tell you all about everything he can think of, mostly useless information, but after going through all the other dialogue options, he will give you some crucial information about your quest that will come in handy later.

Leo (before the start of Mind & Matter) would be one of the child soldiers in the Final Boss' army, just one of many way too young faces that you need to get through in other to slay the boss. He will go down easy, almost without a fight, and when you kill him, you will look in his eyes and think: 'Is this all worth it?'

Leo (after Mind & Matter) would be found be found in the library when you're exploring the castle. When you try to talk to him, you will politely but firmly ask you to leave him alone, as he is reading. You have no choice but to leave him be.

Faelin (before the start of Mind & Matter) would be another one of the Final Boss' child soldiers, but he would put up a little bit more of a fight. He would lead the charge against you, rallying his fellow soldiers behind him, but in-game he would be the last one of the children you fight. He is tougher than he looks, acting as a mini-boss before the real fight. You don't feel as bad when you've killed him, as he managed to injure you pretty badly as well. You didn't expect that from a teenager.

Faelin (after Mind & Matter) would be someone you meet when going shopping in a peaceful village. He would strike a conversation with you when you're looking at different healing herbs, and gives you advice on the best ones for different situations. When you ask if he's a healer, he laughs and says no, but he doesn't elaborate. While he gives you some tips on treating wounds, which people to avoid in town, and how to deal with magic (even though you don't think you will ever encounter magic), you notice that his arms are covered in scars, but his demeanor is too friendly to match his appearance. After your conversation, he will give you some usefull herbs that are apparently not found anywhere else in the world, and then he walks away without saying another word. When you ask the lady at the stall about him, she will chuckle and say: "Oh, that's just Fae." You will never see him again.

(Don't worry, all the 'after' scenario's are (mostly) spoiler free)

This was fun! Tagging: @thomasdimensor, @seekerknight557, and... uhh... can't think of anyone else. Open tagssss!!

🐄Have any magical creatures been domesticated? Which ones?

🦁Have any non-magical creatures been domesticated in your WIP that aren’t domesticated in the real world? Which ones?

(I love animals lol)

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Good questions! There are actually no magical creatures within the world (not yet at least, I will admit that this project is still very much just starting and there's a lot that could still change), but I do have some non-magical animals for you!

The Elven people of the nothern tribe live in houses build high up in the trees of the forest, hidden away from any human who might dare to venture into the domain of dangerous animals. Elven people don't have to be afraid of these animals, though: throughout the decades they have build up a bond of mutual trust with the deer, the wolves, the swines, the birds. The animals let them into their territory, and in return, the Elven people leave them alone, not hunting them, sometimes even helping them when a bird has broken it's wing, or when a wolf got stuck in a ditch. Some adventurous animals even seek out the company of Elven hunters. They will show them where to find the first berries of spring, or let them use animals who died of natural causes for meat and clothing. These animals are not domesticated in the way that they are kept in pens as livestock or in houses as pets, but they roam free, with every freedom they had before the Elven moved into their forest, and they help them out of free will. Both know this bond is precious: as long as they keep being respectful to each other and helping each other when necessary, neither of them will try to kill the other.

This bond gives an unexpected advantage to one of the main characters, who, although he had never even been to the nothern forest, was saved by a curious deer and brought to the Elven tribe, after the deer recognised him as one of them. This was quite the experience for him, as not only had he never in his life seen a deer up close before, this happened right after he had been both stabbed and poisened, so he wasn't really thinking clearly at that moment. Seeing a deer beckon him to follow easily convinced him that he was either dead or dreaming, but luckily for him it was just an helpful deer who wanted to get him to safety.

For the ask thingie: ☮️Tell me about those cultures! (or just the one you like the most, since it looks like there are a lot of different cultures in your world)

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Okay, it's Meridani time!

Over in the far northeast, where the most bitter of colds rage, and deep pits of oil lay stark against the wite snow, live the Meridani people, who are not quite human. Legend has it that the Aeyans crossbred them with the wool-giants, a now extinct species, to get mining and fighting thralls. They are about twice the size of humans, with white fur and black skin, and they embed engines, which they fuel with oil, in their ribcages at birth to give them strength and warmth.

They are as intelligent, if not even more so, than regular humans, with a grasp on biology and engineering that rivals the coastal cities'. Strong, as well, and brilliant warriors. However, as a society, they carry the strangest of moralities.

Cast out by their creators, the Aeyans, at the behest of the great Goddess Aeya, they fell into despair, and made the suicidal trek to find the remains of their sister-species, the wool-giants. Along the way, they came across Antinia, manned by beloved robots and warm with steam. They thought to themselves: This is Heaven. Aeya has forgiven us, and we shall live happily ever after here.

But the Antinians thought they were a trap, a group of warriors sent to destroy the city from the inside, and they were cast out, sealing their fall from the edges of humanity. By the time they reached the oil pits of Meridania, they decided that their people are a curse that must eventually be eradicated. They thought if they turned to steel like those robots, finally they would be beloved by humanity. So they tried to remove their souls, held in their hearts, and replace them with iron engines. Many Meridani died in that fruitless task, until they gave up and merely replaced one lung instead.

They also believed this removal-of-hearts extended to the wool-giants, which is why there are no more wool giants. They do not believe the genocide of their parent species was a bad thing, as it led to the formation of more oil, which is good. They think the whole world should turn to oil and burn in a grand act of self-immolation.

It is self-destruction that fuels their existence, a desperation to make sense of the cruelty with which they had been treated, and a need to find a reason to move on. They are a lesson in tragedy, but also a story of strength even in the hardest of times.

As the centuries go by, the newer generations are modernising, learning to build bridges and expand, honing their skills in ice sculpting and whaling, discovering a way of life beyond their need to end the world that brought them in. Perhaps someday, a Meridani will visit the coast, and share their knowledge with humanity, taking their place alongside their creators.

On a less dramatic note, the Meridani are a very collectivist people, doing group rearing of children. Their main sources of food are whales and fish. They burn both blubber and raw oil in their chests, and actually do not need housing to stay warm. Nonetheless, the more modern Meridani create whalebone houses and igloos for their younger children and what few guests they have.

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