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The Gift

The Devil Wins Again: The Apocrypha

As she adorns herself in music, in the melodies of her every cry and whisper, she calms the land.

She calms the rustling leaves, disturbed and anxious by the howl of the wind.

She calms the threatening yells of men, unfulfilled and in need of the love they’re begged to give.

She calms the worry of little girls unsettled by their purpose, already decided for them.

The Gift is what they call her with adoring eyes.

The Demon is what they scream on the final chorus, as the song ends and the unwavering, emotionless silence returns with no warning nor mercy.

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The Devil Wins Again

Myora Leveau

Welcome to canon exceprts of TDWA :D 🎊🎊🎊🎉🎉🎉

Here’s a mini draft of the first chapter:

“Spanning vast [auburn] walls, nyazan windows stretch from the tile floor to the peaked ceiling, with _____ adoring their frame. The haze of sunrays illuminate, ever so slightly, the portraits of corporate grins and stiff faces that cover the wall in prestige. [of people politically corrupt or godly saviors, depending on who you are]

“I bring change. Significant change. So much change, the King knows my name,” the soft and gentle smile of one man says. “There’s nothing hidden here!” whispered the glint in his eyes, the creases and wrinkles at their corners, and the so-subtle lift of his eyebrow, as if the cameraman had caught him by surprise. The man whose nametag reads Miguel Zephyr radiates nothing but innocence. Perhaps there’s worth in listening when he speaks.

Then, there’s Luscious De La Cruz. His hair is swept back—with just his hands—you can tell from the sporadic flying strands. His clothes are pressed nicely, but one side of his collar is lifted. The other side is awkwardly tucked into his suit. I wonder who has to deal with the hassle of getting him right. And, I wonder why the photographer fixed none of that.

In no particular order, third reads Abyjah Jàmez. He’s conspicuous. His portrait stands out. You can tell people avoid eye contact, or hold it with still faces, to make sure he doesn’t notice them noticing. That his hands are larger than other men, than the soldiers in the kingdom perimeter. That he’s taller than other men, even those who duck their heads to enter doors. That his ears are pointier, atop his head, and grey, like the rest of him. And that his eyes are green, very green, so green there is no white to his scleras. Not even the white glint that promises to tell secrets.

In his portrait, he’s smiling. Small and gentle. Although it lacks the charming creases and wrinkles of Zephyr’s smile, and the characteristics that give away De La Cruz’ laziness, there is definitely a person there.

“Commence.” The live Jàmez bangs a [thingy majiggy]. The animated version of him is much kinder, visually. With the way the room silenced under his demand, the men of his standing seemed to agree.”

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06.05.2025 Renaming Love Letter to... Something a little funnier.

Love Letter | The Author’s Diary

So, Love Letter was the original name for my work/novel, but was just a placeholder until I actually... completed it. Now, I haven't, but I've come up with much more fitting names. (The story is about some Demon who wants revenge on Heaven cus they hurt him, and the main character Cupid spirals cus she was used to her little heavenly-pampering but was thrown in the middle of a war)

I especially love these because the first one is pretty funny, and the second one is much more accurate to the plot, without being too on the nose. For example, instead of: A War Between Heaven and Hell... I like that too wait

"Love Letter" as a title could connect to broader or more specific themes of the story, but I feel as though it is a poor title in terms of branding. Meaning, I have to actually explain to people that I'm not talking about a confession when I mention Love Letter. More specific titles automatically give away that "Love Letter", as it stands, is a book. Any suggestions, thoughts, etc?

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Apocrypha

Love Letter | Unholy And Divine

Julian sobs, watching his wife’s sweater disappear behind the walls of the trash can. Dove leans into Mélin’s ear.

“I don’t think he’s ready to do this”.

“He ‘hasn’t been ready’ for too long. He’s still got pictures of her up, sure, but he keeps and washes her clothes? Are you kidding me?”

Julian picked up a picture, and tossed it.

“The man is struggling. With love like they had, I don’t think I’d let go. Or you”.

“I just can’t stand to watch him play pretend husband anymore”.

“I can’t stand to watch him grieve his wife all over again”. A hair clip, tossed. “Look at him”. His hunched posture, tears and snot he allowed to crowd his face, and the restless heaving of his chest pierced them. “If ‘pretending’ like she’s alive makes him feel better, what’s the harm?”

He picked up a small brush. And tossed it.

Mélin frowned. “But, are you sure?” The two glanced at him again. Dove bit the inside of her lip, and took Mèlin’s hand in hers.

“No, not really”. They approached Julian, and Mèlin glued her focus to the ground beneath her. She watched in her peripheral, Dove stooping down to hug him. Her body was stiff with the threat of tears, and she let herself free them on his shirt.

“I know, I know,” he picked up a pink top. And looked at it. And felt it. So soft, it was. So soft. And… Stretchy and... It was her favorite. God, it was her favorite. Do I have to toss this one?

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Apocrypha

Love Letter | And The Devil Wins Again

She could never understand human disdain for routine. She could never understand the human desire for spontaneity. For drama, excitement, thrill. The steady flow of the clouds drifting, so slowly, into nothingness, is exciting for her. She wakes up to the vast atmosphere, plentiful space for an explosion to ring, but is only filled with silence, and it is all the excitement she needs.

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Have a tiny little snippet in the meantime.

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Progress update on Cupid taking a 🔪 to Abyjah. Don’t mess with Gods when you’re a mortal anthropomorphic animal & you won’t have these problems. 😛

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So I understand the basic differences between, say, 1st person vs 3rd person POV, but I don't quite get all the nuances, like "omniscient" or "close" or "limited" etc... do you think you could make a post explaining all these nuances of narration and how they differ from each other?

Third-Person Omniscient/Limited & Distant/Close

Omniscient vs LimitedOmniscient and Limited describe how much the narrator knows. “Omniscient” means that the narrator has infinite awareness, understanding, and insight. They possess complete universal knowledge, past, present and future, like a god. They know what’s happening in the hearts and minds of all characters at all times, and can know things that even the characters don’t know.“Limited” means that the narrator is limited to what’s happening in the heart and mind of a single character at a time. You either have one POV character, usually the protagonist, whose POV the entire story is told from, or you can have multi-POV characters where you can switch to a different POV character in different scenes or chapters. In either case, the narrator can only be in the head of whoever the POV character is in that scene or chapter, and can only know what they know/observe/are told.

The advantage of omniscient is that the sky’s the limit as far as how the story is told, but the drawback is that it can be trickier to keep things neat and make the reader feel connected to the characters. The advantage of limited is that it helps to create intimacy between the reader and the POV character/s, because they get to be sort of like a parrot perched on the POV character’s shoulder throughout the scene or chapter (if multi-POV), or throughout the whole story if single POV.

Distant vs Close

Distant and close describe the narrative distance between the reader and the POV character. In “distant” third-person, the internal state of the POV character is filtered through the objective voice of the narrator. It’s like if you’re analyzing a character in a play, describing their thoughts and feelings objectively. “She’s worried because when she told her boyfriend about her promotion, she felt like he wasn’t really listening, and she thinks it’s because he’s losing interest in her.” It’s just the facts without any emotional subjectivity from the POV character.

In “close” third-person, the internal state of the POV character is filtered through the subjective voice of the POV character. It’s like if you’re analyzing yourself but in third-person. “She’s worried because when she told her boyfriend about her promotion, he wasn’t really listening–his eyes practically glazed over, but she was so excited she just kept talking, hoping to God she was misinterpreting. But when the story was over, he just shrugged and grunted, eyes still firmly planted on some godforsaken football game playing on one of the TVs over the bar. He was losing interest in her, that much was clear.” This is more than just facts and external emotion. There’s internal emotion in play and no filter words like “thinks” and “feels” to create distance between the reader and the character. You feel like you’re right inside the character’s head even though you’re in third-person rather than first.

There aren’t really advantages or disadvantages to using distant or close. It’s really just a stylistic choice, depending upon whether you want that deep intimacy of subjective narrative, or the formality of objective narrative.

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Writing an immersive third person limited point of view.

What is third person? In third person pov the narrator refers to all character by third-person pronouns, such as he, she, or they. In contrast, first person pov uses the first person pronouns, I and me, for the narrator.

What is third person limited? Third person limited is the alternate to third person omniscient. In third person limited, you have one single pov character narrating the story at any given moment (though you can have as many of these limited pov characters as you want throughout the course of the story), whereas in third person omniscient, there is an omniscient (all knowing) narrator.

Why choose a limited third person pov? 

- The reader forms a stronger, more personal connection to your pov character(s). - You can easily build suspense because the reader never knows for certain what the non-pov characters are thinking, feeling, or planning. - You can more easily write an unreliable narrator because your narrator tells things only as they see them, and not as they truly are.

At the end of the day, there is nothing you can’t do with limited if you’re creative and willing to think outside the box. 

So you want to write a good limited third person pov then?

Keep in mind that most of these tips also translate to first person pov. In many ways, third person limited is very similar to first person, because you have a single narrator at any given time, and the reader is confined to that narrator’s interpretation of the world.

Here are some key things you need to remember while writing limited third person: 

Keep reading

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The Centerpiece 05.17.2025

The Centerpiece is a crystalline structure, used by followers of Tokaran to bridge the connection between their consciousness and higher self. It is understood to be a portal directing to the Holy Lands. The crystal is built into a golden frame covered by an embellished drape, meant to imitate the drape many believe Cupid to wear, according to accounts of those who say they have seen her.

Fragments of The Centerpiece exist in the homes of many, as an omen of abundance and good fortune. Its type of crystal also possesses significant material value, existing far in the Feylumes where no individual dare to visit. Hence, the significance of upkeep for each fragment is invaluable. For once they are in possession, they cannot be granted nor gifted again.

An alternative idea includes humanoids containing their own fragment from birth, instead of being assigned one by the Clergy. This would help promote the notion that ‘religion’, for the humanoids, is innate and almost instinctive, while for the humans it is a belief system. The Centerpiece currently contains many visual motifs aligning with Cupid, as it was initially a logo for Love Letter as opposed to a religious artifact. Future iterations may contain qualities encompassing the entire Pantheon, such as The Star, as opposed to features representing Cupid alone.

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topology… help oh my god

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Author’s Diary 05.10.2025

Love Letter

The First Love Letter Excerpt

The beginning of the first (or second?) draft of the first chapter! Yay! 👏👏👏 The [brackets] are just there to remind me what to edit. It’d help me plentiful, as someone who is familiar with the context, to learn what a first time reader can decipher from just this excerpt alone. Thank you!

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Dimly lit candles and [accented] lights adorned the walls of the wooden structure. They subtly casted a warm haze within the room, illuminating all objects with a softness that almost felt romantic. In this room stood one man, grinning, with glistening white fur and brooding eyes, and another of little difference—save for the gentleness in his eyes.

[“For a demon, he has outstanding integrity,”] The dark eyes held an immeasurably perfect posture, straightened and tall, with a voice [that demanded attention with even a gentle whisper]

“I see,” Said the soft-eyed man.

“Had some… favor he wanted me to do,” The man with dark eyes placed an object onto one of the small tables. A metal object, at least, that’s what it sounded like. The soft-eyed man looked upon it, and noticed in the reflection his short, pointed ears, his whiskers, and the green of his eyes when he widened them enough. “You want to guess what that is?”

“It’s… A key”. [His voice, monotonous and stern, gave way to his screaming disapproval, evident with the man’s intensely unmoving expression].

“Well no shit, yeah, it’s a key. [Whose is it, Julian?”]

The soft, uncomfortable eyes, [belonging to the one named Julain] chose to examine closer. They noticed how the metallic surface casted a glow around the object even under the [dim ceiling light. He noticed the key’s silhouette; that it’s dramatic and artistic, with large swirls placed anywhere that could fit them. This isn’t even functional, it seemed. He noticed the engravings: text that ran along the body of the key, small and condensed, with incoherent letters of an unfamiliar language distilling his interest. Onto it etched the number IV]. Julian’s demeanor, initially [anxious] loosened into relief.

“Papa, you’ve been duped. Avohr’s keys are long lost, and you have not found them. Call this off”. The ol’ man chuckled at Julian’s soft eyes, which failed to harden, [even with his stern voice.]

“Normally, I’d grow furious at your demands,” [The father] walked up to the table and took back the key, grabbing it with a subtle recklessness that went ignored, but not unnoticed, by his [steadily uneasing] son. “but I deserve it. You can scold little old me. It might be more difficult to keep up my end than I anticipated”.

“What do you mean?”

“Look”.

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Imagine how dreamy it’d be to have a window like this in your room. Without the blood, of course.

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Progress on Esteban’s design. One of the numerous drafts I’ve come up with

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04.26.2025 From Storyboard To Novel: My Writing Process

The Author’s Diary | Love Letter

All of Love Letter, thus far, has been written in a note-taking and quickly-summarized style in a way that I visualized the story.

There he is, Abyjah, with a large gold key in his palm. It held inscriptions and an intricacy to its design that only could truly belong to Avohr. Julian’s heart fluttered. He froze in the conflict of desire and ethics.

“That creature keeps every promise,” Said Abyjah.

“I see,”

“We have a God in our hands”

“I see…”

“He will be my protector”

At points, it’d be difficult to pursue a scene because any necessary details omitted from the writing would pull my attention away from continuing. What I like to call vomit-writing (much to my friends’ dismay kekeke) is personally a result of writing for visuals. Not using imagery to help the reader visualize, but as if I were ready to animate it. Or, draw it. Like a storyboard, lacking details but containing the basic structure of a scene. This writing while, of course intentionally underdeveloped, was hindered by my ignorance toward the medium.

I chose to take a different approach, and place a focus on the wording, descriptions, dialogue etc. Here is a rewritten draft of the previous excerpt:

In the basement, _______ decorate the walls, the small tables. A grinning man with brooding eyes and glistening white fur approached his gentle-eyed counterpart.

“That creature keeps every promise,” The dark eyes carried with them a high chest and a loud voice.

“I see,” Said the soft-eyed man.

“Had some favor he wanted me to do,” [Abyjah] headed toward a corner of the room, and placed an object onto one of the small tables. A glass object, at least, that’s what it sounded like. The soft-eyed man looked upon it, and noticed in the reflection his pointed ears, his whiskers, and the green of his eyes when he widened them enough. “You want to guess what that is?”

[Julian]’s eyes traced along all parts of the object. Gold, swirls, teeth yadi yadi ya. A number, IV, etched on the back. “It’s… A Key”.

“Well no shit, yeah, it’s a key”.

Vomit-writing (kekeke) might certainly be beneficial for a myriad of people. I find, however, that taking time to convert the animated scenes in my imagination to words to help the reader hear, see and feel, enhances the way I understand the scene. It helps me grasp the natural behaviors of my characters and allows events to flow much more smoothly.

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Master List: World Building

*** NOTE: if you are using the tumblr app, links may not appear correctly for you. Unfortunately, there’s nothing I can do about that.

Guide: Naming Locations (Like Towns and Cities) Five Things to Help You Describe Fictional Locations Naming Countries, Regions, Continents, or Planets Figuring Out Your World’s Geography Writing a Fantasy without Building a Whole World Overwhelmed by World Building and Conlang Creating a New Political Philosophy Naming a Fantasy Race and Other Fantasy Elements Coming Up with Dystopian Rules and Phrases Coming Up with Fictional World Details Organizing World Building Ideas Realistic Magic Systems Using an Existing Country as Inspiration Writing a War Story Incorporating Cultural Elements into Fantasy Setting Your Story in an Unfamiliar Place Low Tech and High Tech Together Semi-Low-Tech Kingdom in a High-Tech World Creating a Fictional Kingdom Race in Fantasy Coming Up with Swear Words in Fantasy Incorporating Cultural Elements into Fantasy “King” Doesn’t Mean “Husband of the Queen” Writing a Fantasy without Building a Whole World Naming a Fantasy Race and Other Fantasy Elements Forms of Address for Royals and Nobility Twin Royal Heirs in Fantasy Guide: Writing About Fictional Royals Divided Kingdoms & Bad Blood Between Kingdoms Mixing Fantasy and Modern Elements Weaving Reality Into Historical Fantasy 5 Tips for Creating a Magic System Language in Fantasy Fiction Creating a “Common Tongue” in a Fantasy Novel World Building Master List Creating Slang and Idioms for Imaginary Places

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Sweet Woman By Myora Leveau

Love Letter | The Unholy & Divine

“Remember to always hold your own”.

“”Hold your own?” What does that mean, pa?”

“There is nothing on this planet that is worth the price of you. You shouldn’t feel like something’s costing you your well-being, or happiness. Hold your own and don’t let others take what’s not meant for them”

“Where did you learn that, pa?”

“Your mother taught me very valuable things. She was a sweet, sweet woman, Altan”.

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