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blackfictional · 1 year

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ch • luya

#ch: luya #story: rbl #black women in fantasy #soft black women #soft black girls #world building inspiration

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anoelleart · 8 months

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Author Ask Tag

Kindly tagged by @mysticstarlightduck 💕

1. What is the main lesson of your story (e.g. kindness, diversity, anti-war), and why did you choose it?

Ultimately The Protolith is story about liberation from gender and imperialist norms. I write more about this in my posts about representation in Fantasy settings. The main character Charlotte combats the patriarchal expectations on her when she's in love with men, even well-meaning ones. She explores her identity as a person of color and how colonization impacted her late mother. It's very fun to explore these themes in science fiction fantasy because you can be incredibly literal. I don't want to spoil my WIP and also I have fully explored these themes yet, so I'll stop here.

2. What did you use as inspiration for your worldbuilding (like real-life cultures, animals, famous media, websites, etc.)?

Honestly, anytime I see something neat, I throw it into my world. It's so easy to fall into making a gas lamp fantasy look like some iteration of Victorian England. I attempted to make the main setting (Lorenzia) a combination of French and Mediterranean culture, flora, food, etc. We have olive trees, lamb is commonly eaten, formal titles are derivatives of Monsieur, Mademoiselle, Madame (but I abbreviate them as M, Mme, and Mde which is not technically correct). The sexually free culture is reminiscent of 1800s France and the oppressive church that of Europe in the same century.

I even have a mountain valley that's based on a rock formation I studied in California; it's rainbow because of the different oxidation states of iron. In contrast, the country where our main character Charlotte's mom is from is loosely based on Nigeria. It's a fun coincidence that the names I've found for these characters are based on Igbo names - which is the tribe from which I'm descendent (yes, I did a 23&Me).

Some of the worldbuilding is done out of convenience. For example, the initial romance arc needs a reason why our love interests Charlotte and Byron can't be together. In every version of this story, he's been a soldier of some kind. It came to me late at night that making him a priest with a vow of celibacy would be the perfect plot device to keep my characters apart. Thus, the militant oppressive Church was born. Eventually, this Church became a thinly veiled statement on religious imperialism, but that's just a happy side effect.

Additionally, I wanted a world where wars are still waged with swords, but has technology such as gas light, running water, the beginning of electricity, steam engines, etc. I decided that in this setting, gun are exceptionally hard to make because due to the atmospheric composition, explosives are more violent and harder to contain.

Finally, I've really wanted to pull science fiction elements into this story, which is where I came up with the World Wound; a crater formed from an ancient meteorite which has never been explored by man.

In summary, I crafted my world based on places I've been (through travel or as a scientist) and for plot convenience.

3. What is your MC trying to achieve, and what are you, the writer, trying to achieve with them? Do you want to inspire others, teach forgiveness, and help readers grow as a person?

Look at answer #1

4. How many chapters is your story going to have?

50 😅 help me

5. Is it fanfiction or original content? Where do you plan to post it?

Original! I've started posting a few chapters here (only the first scene before I redirect readers to Google Drive). I'm not sure how many chapters I'll post here or what I plan to do after my first draft.

6. When and why did you start writing?

I've always been writing! My twin and I used to have a binder of pictures books we wrong in elementary school. We joined Wattpad at the beginning of high school, but both of us moved on from there by the time we were 18. My twin continued on as a fantastic short story writer and future novelist. I stopped writing for a really long time. I started writing seriously last December. I'd flown home to help my mom after she had surgery, and when I wasn't with her I didn't really have much to do. Honestly, it was the most free time I'd had since finishing undergrad four years ago.

7. Do you have any words of engagement for fellow writers of Writeblr? What other writers on Tumblr do you follow?

I just got here so what I say doesn't mean much. Writing something bad is better than writing nothing at all? Cliched advice.

Tagging: @asablehart, @broodparasitism, @carrotblr, @anyablackwood, @authoralexharvey

#writeblr #tag game #fantasy #imperialism #decolonization #writers of color #black women in fantasy #romance #protolith

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funnyexel · 2 months

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it's the stalker.

he was entranced.

by you.

the way your breasts moved freely under your shirt as you fumbled with your curtains after experiencing a brief moment of eye contact. It was heaven. he felt like he died ascended and descended all in a matter of seconds. he couldn't ask for more in the moment. seeing your irises widen then focus on his distant figure, in a split of fear.

but you.

you were alarmed. alarmed by the staring of a random man. you hastily undid your curtains and shut them as fast as you could. quickly your body took you to your door and make sure you locked it. you took a much needed breath but that didn't stop your chest from violently moving up and down. your heart pounding in your ears as you leaned against the door briefly before leaving to go back to what you were previously doing.

you thought that eye contact was bad. but it got worse. you didn't think when bags and bags of things kept showing up to your door. at first small packages that you mindlessly brought inside your home, then, undisguised bags of luxury items and items you wanted but wouldn't buy just as yet. you were warned not to open them but you couldn't help but peek.

and they were real. actual items in the bags and you had to check. something in you told you that this couldn't be real. but it surely was.

you still didn't open or wear a thing. it infuriated him. he didn't buy you these things for them to collect dust. but, besides this, he needs to see you. he's aching for you. so he does.

there you were obliviously window shopping because he knows you're too goddamn responsible to buy the things you want. he watched as you paced up and down the isle. analyzing the clothing and silently cursing to yourself when you check the tag. it made his chest rumble from a quiet chuckle. those leggings you wore hugged your body and infatuated your hips to give you a delicious figure.

oh

you bent over to pick up a shirt you knocked it off the hanger and he got the perfect view of your ass. the movement itself was quick and ridded with embarrassment from making something fall. but it still made his trousers annoyingly tight as he gazed at you.

he couldn't hold himself back anymore. he walked into the store. knowing exactly where you were as he walked in nonchalantly. he seemed confident to anyone around, but inside, he was just trembling. he was turning into where you clearly were but you were leaving at the same time, your shoulder nearly brushed against his as you pasted each other. he could feel the heat of your body past him and he could smell the sweet scent of vanilla coming off your person and he nearly rolled his eyes back.

you were too much for his own good.

and just like that you walked out the door like he was nobody. but he knew you felt it, felt that spark when you glided by one another. it was an electric surge and he couldn't rid it from his body. this lead him to pick up everything that caught your eye in the store and buy it.

he was an irresponsible child when it came to you and materialistic things, but he could care less. money comes and goes, he thought. and you are one in a lifetime for him.

he was nervous around you, popping up at places you least expected it and getting ignored by you only fueled his efforts. and he benefited from it. he talked to you.

he talked to you.

it was brief, like every other interaction you had, but it was an everlasting moment in his mind. you bumped into him this time. oh, how much joy he felt when your warm body clashed with his. it even took you a second longer to detach from him than it would a normal person. you were all over him and he knew it.

you politely said excuse me and stared into his eyes. he couldn't even blink, afraid he would miss a single moment in your presence. he imagined you looking back at him when you walked away and even fantasized that there was a smile on your face but who could even be so sure?

him?

not when he was laying down and imagining you were watching him, just as he was stalking watching you. one hand slithering under his boxers to palm himself while the other held his chest. right where you bumped into him. he contemplated never taking off the sweater, let alone washing it. but that had no space in his mind now. it was too busy thinking of you and your alluring scent.

stroking himself to you alone, he could imagine your warmth against him. your mouth, your tits and of course that hole. any one he wanted. because he knew what he meant to you. he was your prize, just as you were his. he had to work for you and you had to work for him. if that means he has to spend nights just aching and pleading for you, then so be it. he needs you. he needs you so bad it can kill him.

and when the time is right, he will come and see you.

he will break those pathetic petty locks of yours and enter your room. he will peel back those layers of sheets you use to cover that lovely body, and his fingers will run down your body, leaving goosebumps in its wake. he will hook his fingers on your skimpy underwear and pull them down to your ankles.

and he will fuck you.

some more stories

a/n: inspired by a dream and no. I cannot elaborate.

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fyblackwomenart · 1 year

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Gaia by Fernanda Suarez

#fernanda suarez #black women #goddess #gaia #fantasy art

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moonfirebrides · 7 months

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illusorybeauty

25wThey hold the sounds of crashing waves and the songs that mermaids sing.

#black beauty #ai #ai generated #ai photography #sirens #mermaidcore #seacore #black mermaid #mermaid #black women #natural hair #sea shells #beach #fantasy #black woman #bridal #beauty #dark skin #fantasy art

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nonolithic · 11 months

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Euphoria

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mileenaxyz · 2 months

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I love a Black medieval/fantasy queen!!! More of this, please!!!!

ETA: this is Angela Bassett as Lady Bayford in "Damsel" on Netflix.

#lady bayford #damsel netflix #angela bassett #medieval #medieval fantasy #black women in medieval fantasy #dark fantasy #dark medieval fantasy #wholesome dark fantasy #need more of this

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djquimoso · 2 months

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Artwork from the collection African Queens.

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faithschaffer · 1 year

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#dragon #fantasy #women in armor #sword #ink #black and white

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curvykittyyssmutfics · 3 months

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Somno ft. Choso

Choso's exhausted from the past few shitty weeks. The only peace he's ever found in his fucked up life was when he comes home to you. So he's distraught when arriving to the house and you're not there. Groaning at your absence, your depleted ass man drags himself to the bedroom. Thoughtlessly tugs off his clothes and slips into bed. Choso's just about unconscious soon as his head hits your white fluffy pillow, your pretty face flashing in his head as he drifts. His mind swirls with visions of the love he has for you, only innocent at first. So your boyfriend's none the wiser when you finally get home, completely basking in his wet dream. You're just not expecting to find a sleeping Choso naked and hard ontop your pretty pastel blankets. The tip of his cock is flushed and angry; his fat, full balls drawn up taut. Small whines bubble out his throat, hips twitchin with small thrusts. Fuck, he looks so sexy.. Absolutely begging to be fucked and no way in hell were you gonna even attempt to resist. Your pussy already flutters at the thought. It's comical how swift you sling off your clothes and climb on top of Choso. Gripping him at the base so you can grind on the sensitive head of his dick. "Ohhh fuuuuck, Choso. Ready for this pussy, Daddy?" You ask him lowly. He gives a sharp intake of breath at the feeling, eyes shifting under his lids but remains asleep. Cute face pinching up when you just barely dip the tip in and out of your tiny hole teasingly. "Hahhhnn.. Mmmm.. Ahh.." "You like that don't you? Such a naughty Daddy.. Probably dreaming of fuckin me huh?" Choso's fingers twitch when you pull off his cock again, your sticky juices drippin down his shaft. The prettiest blush spreads across his cheeks when you grip him firm and tap his slippery dick head at your clit. "Ye-ees, that feels so fuckin good.. Ohhhh, God.. Don't even gotta do anything. Just lemme play with your pretty dick." Your moans raise in volume as you toy with Choso. Humping at him swiftly, dragging your throbbing nub up and down his rigid length. Your thick thighs start to burn at the motions but that's the last thing you're worried bout. "Choso- ahhh.. Love how you feel against me.. Ohhhh! That's it.. Gettin close! Know you wanna feel it.." You lift up, point him at your opening and slide down his girth. The stretch is so fuckin delicious, lil puss almost vibrating as you toss you're head back. "DADDYYY!" Palms flat on his sculpted chest, using your knees to bounce on his twitchy cock. "Whaaat the fuuuuck?" Choso wakes abruptly, tired eyes wide when they focus on you slamming your fluttering cunt on him over and over. Large palms shooting out to anchor himself at your waist. "Y/nnn.. Y/n slow down please. I don't- ahhhhh! Fuh-ck baby.. Wait- wait! J-just gimme a second." You speed up, fuckin his cock rapidly, afraid he's gonna make you stop. The panic on your beautiful face makes warmth lick up his spine, has to shut his eyes not to cum. "No, Choso please! Need this.. Need you! Cant stop. Dicks too good Daddy!" Your pussy walls tremor around him when his cock spasms at your words. Leaning forward onto your hands more to make sure you clit drags against his solid frame, drizzling your arousal all over Choso's lower half. "Nonono! Ohfuck.. Gotta stop! Please, baby, pleeease! Gonna nut if you don't, y/n." He squeezes at your hips trying to keep you still and your dread doubles. But you'll be damned if he takes your orgasm from you. One dainty hand slidin up to grip his throat as your press swift swipes on your clit with the other. Moaning like a whore as the band finally snaps in your core. "Ahh! Thank you, Chosooo! Cummin so good- oh, ohhh! Ohfuck!" The firm squeeze at his neck surprises Choso on being the last straw. Dark eyes rolling back, cum fillin you up as his hips buck into yours reflexively. Bottom lip stuck between his teeth, deep growl gurgling out as your lil puss forcibly milks his nut. "Daaamn it! Oooh shi- ahhahnn.. Gonna- ahhhfuck! G-gonna.. Get you back for this, babygirl." Choso warns you breathlessly.

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blackfictional · 2 years

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ch • bini

born into a family of jewellery makers and gem cutters, she is ambitious and will inherit her parents workshop.

#african fantasy #african fantasy ideas #OC moodboard #poc moodboard #woc moodboard #woc aesthetic #my OC #poc aes #mood: an african adventure #black women in fantasy #black girls in fantasy #fantasy ideas #fantasy #world building #black women in leisure #black women luxury #soft black girls #soft black women

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anoelleart · 7 months

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OC Questions Tag.

Thank you for the tag @sourrcandy!

↳ All of these questions are for my main character Charlotte in The Protolith

5 words to physically describe your oc

Biracial woman with auburn hair

Who inspired your oc?

Don't accuse me of a self insert, but she shares many traits with me. I wanted to explore a lot of my own identities and traumas, so I made a bisexual biracial woman who studies science.

Give me a song to define your oc:

Not Strong Enough by Boygenius

If I met your oc on the street how would they greet me?

She'd probably make a joke at your expense [citation: see Chapter 1]

Can your oc be your best friend? why?

No. I think we'd get along but we'd also enable our worst behaviors. Her best friend in my WIP, Edith, acts as a good compliment to Charlotte. Edith encourages fun and risky choices but also challenges Charlotte's privilege and self destructive behaviors.

1 adjective and 1 noun to describe your oc

Unorthodox Noblewoman

tagging — @carrotblr, @authoralexharvey, @saintedseraph, @moondust-bard, @wardenwyrd, @cthulhuloops, and an open tag :)

#tag game #writeblr #fantasy #romance #black women in fantasy #protolith #wip

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littlemrsjenna · 1 month

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