Novensiles

New year, same ol' me. Now, why the fuck do I still have over a hundred followers? -_-
          No offense but I have been gone for so long that I thought I might have just disappeared entirely - I did almost lose my account a few times . . .
          
          So, I have officially decided that I will engulf myself into the countryhuman fandom until I finish the first book of it - which is the one and only, Heavenly Veil. I also have some big news that I want to handout!
          
          By the end of January, I plan to disclose a lyric intro to the audience that will freely input their opinions and possibly be bold enough to create their own version of it. There is no singing involved, just plainly written and will become a consistency for each page, likewise with the already completed outro. So fun, fun, fun.
          
          In addition, I will happily state that I wish to complete the first ten chapters of Heavenly Veil - where I am the upmost delighted to announce it as the "Reunion Arc". This is because, well, I am already at the fifth chapter, so I might as well continue onward. ( •̀ ω •́ )y
          When will the first chapter will be posted? No idea honestly because that depends when I get the final tenth chapter done.
          As for the official prologue/prelude that should be soon around February.
          
          With it said, Happy belated New Years and Christmas to all-or even to those with upcoming New Years and similar holidays.
          
          Guten Tag!
          Novensiles the MasksOfALiar is out!

I keep changing America's ability.... That's a cool question to ask, if you had a choice, what would you imagine America power should/could be?
          Let's throw Russia in there too - in fact, your favorite country! What would your favorite country ability be like if they had one?
          ( •̀ ω •́ )y

Come and read my new Wattpad book, Countryhuman book, and I will try my best to keep writing, and be very active with comments. 
          
          A world with no wars, a world with world leaders that only want the best for their people, a world where no child has to fear starving or if they should have to grow up mentally before their bodies do. That world, to lay it down on the line, doesn't exist, and will never exist no matter how much you wish it could be. Not in our life-line. This story isn't about how a perfect world can be made in a story, this story is about how even a perfect world at first glance isn't perfect at all. This story is about how those in power always lust for more, their pride and ego eating them alive. This story is about gold, glory, and those in need of God being damned, and yet death couldn't come any more lovely.
          
          What if Countryhuman's ruled the world? Which one would be most powerful? ... Are you sure?
          (This story will switch POV's between characters, sometimes go into third-person, but it will start off with Third Reich... If this story gets popular enough, I'll add on to the politics, backstories, and such. Some chapters will have the same scene playing out again and again, expect from different POVs.  I do not condone nor support the past, horrible actions of some of the real life people that ran some of the old nations. I'm simply writing, adding my own twist to history, and using this to help me become more creative.)
          Edit: Trigger warnings: Self-harm, suicidal thoughts, potential major character death, mention of SA, and more will come soon. https://www.wattpad.com/story/396182210-%E2%98%A3%EF%B8%8Fsuch-a-lovely-poison-to-be-slowly-killed-by%F0%9F%92%B2

Pilot CountryHuman AU -
          The Tender Rot of Kisses Contagion
          
          "Lament Rains Over Our Elegy"
          
          The biting liquids splatter across the shattered lands like an endless melody that skips— wallowing a choir uttering pathetically down in the traces of many tears it tears. And the screams, to and fro, mingle in an insatiable blur-too far of a distant cry to be heard . . . nor of the pleas that bellows for some miracle intervention . . . only to drown in the euphories from that of ravages, foul creatures that twists the blanket of night into a dreaded sin.
          To be heard, is to sound the tolls for ends, and to be silenced, is to sacrifice all you know through your own lens. Letting go of the hands you held, and seek to will the weapons of your trilogy.
          Love. Disease. Reality.
          Be rid all you hold dear,
          Embrace the notion that every good will be a gutting illusion,
          And see for what lies in the bare truth in front of you-all around you.
          Only then, will pain bliss you with numbness, only then will each cut be less than what it is . . . only then will the unexpected-be expected and done with. So you can still keep turning that page for a seek in a greater, tangible life. Power—above the catastrophic symphony wails that encircles you like the crowds of many who reach to stretch each limp-each soul-each sanity far from the nostalgia of home.
          
          “This is the truth - this is survival - I am . . .
          						. . . all of that without you . . .
          			THAT IS WHY I REFUSE IT ALL”
          
          Just a small AU I am messing with. If I am to be honest, it is more human then countryhumans-so I don't know where to put it as because it is inspired by my countryhuman fandom.
          Anyways, here are the characters and their inspiration -
          Russiel Zimovek - Russia
          Amé Tudorllure - America
          Mstivrik Zimovek - Soviet
          Emmerich Eisengreif - Third Reich (lol)
          
          They are one of few, but of course, also the main cast I basically showed off. It is a (rusame) love story - Russiel and Amé the spotlight. (I am running out of space-)

Renewal is the ideal. As time goes on, I change drastically at will- fitting for my treasure and despises. I will only follow from story interests; I want only peace in my space.
          From being away for more than a week, I had a lot of notifications, I read still but didn't bother to look. After binge reading on the greatest stories, I ever came across- invested like it was a drug, I took some time to myself and realized I needed to change... to become the person I wish to be on wattpad and around others. But I also didn't want any more connections- I can hardly keep up that flood around like traffic with talks of life and problems.
          When I came to wattpad, it was to escape reality- not be dragged into others. Not to be reminded of my own life and lives I know.
          Perhaps I don't fill like I have been given enough attention, or maybe the me that is broken shouts in statements that I am heartless- that I don't care for others as I make myself out to because... It was fun to get to know another, even if that life only last for a second.
          *Sighs*
          
          [To my wives]
          I am not looking for anything after I post this, I feel nothing I suppose. My wives, my dear friends. As to put this the easiest way possible- I did want to do many things with you, I want that lovely feeling even if it is false, I want that time we share like we did months ago, but. I can no longer see past in the lies I spin like nature. *Breathes* In other words our platonic relationship that I am in with you, you may consider me an old shadow. I wish nothing the best to each and every one of you. And ask for the forgiveness of promises I gave without consideration of the fact, I, would be the one to break apart and become the lair I dreamed I would never be. I hope we can be mutual between each other, though I feel nothing at the moment writing this down, I know it will sink and I will drown. When and if we do converse, I might let an apology slip out of regret or pity, please ignore it because I wish not to face it.