Novensiles

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-)

Hello, Maskedlair, I was wondering if you could read my Countryhumans story, still very unfinished as I only have the pilot chapters out. Please and thank for your time.

169 is craaaaaaaaaazy

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          Heavenly Veil
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
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          September 27 2025
          
          
          
          
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Heavenly Veil Poem ~Random~ "Shattered Reverie"
          
          Starry eyes,
          Gazing into the far away skies
          To me,
          They shine so bright
          But for them,
          A blessed sight
          To be lost in its horize
          Dreaming of flight
          But I turn away
          Lost in a different light
          Those starry eyes
          Rivaling the sapphire skies
          I wonder of that time
          How I could be so blind?
          
          Blind to those smiles,
          Lost in those lips that whispered of dreams to me,
          Led astray by promising eyes,
          I had taken their hand
          To guide me to the day
          We both fly in fulfill gay
          All I wish was to stay by your side
          I would have embraced it just fine
          . . . Now my heart gnaws inside . . .
          
          Veiled by your fabricate lies
          Drawn in like a moth to a pristine light
          The once dreams - a gilded blight
          Krh-. . . How could I be so blind?
          Was it all your plan?
          To ensnare my heart in the thorns of roses you adore?
          The skies shattered in my reverie
          Crumbling in my mind . . .
          The hush aches now resonate in my solemn dominion
          Soft greys in my ether
          Torch by forever,
          Bitter,
          Winter
          
          A king in snow
          Bearer of a frigid crown
          Heavy as the scarlet dams' riddle by loses
          I am but a shell wallowing in remembrance,
          Dripping into the depths of mute insanity
          Drowning in my own memories of frolic philosophy
          Yearning for a reverie of never existing catastrophe
          
          I wish for the returns of bliss
          To be surrounded by chorus glees
          Scampering through like untamed bees
          Always free like the breeze
          Please,
          I sought solace within you
          Beside you
          I not recall a moment that I was somber
          Stiff, yes, but revealing in your choir
          Swept away by your voice,
          Forced away by your choice,
          Teaching me to be free in joyce
          Something I thought I lost...
          For being an heir to bear a crown
          It scares me more than the coldest frost
          Please, stay by me
          
          Those times in ruins
          Just as will my dominions be buried
          My hollow mourning
          Silently blizzard in burden
          To turn away from you
          Adorn in pristine white
          Ivory cascades of silk
          Eyes of sapphire skies
          The smile of a beautiful lie

I’m calling it official-wattpad is stalking me, they are liking all my comments on the books I read O_O Particularly one that is quite mature-
          Wattpad if this is a glitch please fix it, because this is almost the norm for me.
          Guten Tag

Chapter One
          
          "Prelude to the Red Star’s First Breath; A Reverie Dream"
          
          Through the whispers of quiet, the distant hum of the winter hymns have long since silenced, and there in space lacks expression — only in purest form it surrounds a figure laid floating still in its center.
          Then, the man that bore silver winters, wakes into its serenity — and with a lidded gaze, a foreign familiarity that strikes the nostalgia in his core, like within the small ripples among a solitary lake.
          His body–in a dawning sensation, jolts to the awakening of no grounding that could be found around him. But the man remains in a surreal calm and with practice ease he turns over—his head guided by his wandering eyes at the canvas that has engulfed him in its pristine purity that presented itself as is. There was no sky that would be glitter with stars afar, or soft greys of clouds, nor of any solid touch he could reach or plant his foot on. And in the vast plains of existence, he who holds silver winters loses the conscience to speak, as their irises were riddled in by such a seed of familiarity planted within the depths of his own mind.
          	But it would soon unfurl as his ears caught the soft chimes of a spirit giggle—his eyes scurried through the canvas, his head following suit, yet every time he faced where he heard the chorus glees, he was only met with solidarity.
          
          Private :D (I'm learning Russian now lol) So that is what I have to send and....yeah, it's still needing work since I am merging third and first point of views in this-it just makes sense for me and would give a touch of a surreal feel when reading. The writing will be (as what people say how I write), a poetic flow with big words...? I'm sure it won't be like that for every page but that is a warning for lower-level readers-not an insult but a helpful warning that you might have a little struggle in understanding in what is being written but I can answer questions so don't hesitate to do!
          
          Добрый день/Guten Tag everyone!

Hmmmm, might post a short draft on here by Sunday...Probably to prove my point of why it's taking so much of my mental mind to even accept if it's a good piece.
          Anyways,
          I'm learning a lot about communism and its history as well! Strongly without proganda and I just read where America actually experienced a time-before the cold war that the soviets were actually getting high ranking officials and workers of the americans to become pro communism-I am barely on touch with the "Red Scare" part, but it has been quite refreshing and intriguing to know how much America as a country has went through-also found out that during the early colonies, they did in fact try communism (the type of system where before it was even labeled communism) but failed because production was not going around enough and as humans made each other upset despite good intentions. Which is quite the similar case with Russia and the two revolutions that I read up so far.
          
          So I am just going to let yall know that my influence in my characters might shift-for example, most might already know if they read my first drafts of Heavenly Veil, is that British Empire is a male characterized person-well, guess what? I made them a female because of the great queens of that time that made great changes to it-not saying the men didn't have a major part-because they did, but the women had very unique and powerful stories in my view-not to mention how I noticed most people of England around those times addressed their empire as a 'she', the England country of course being addressed as 'The motherland'. 
          
          But stuff like that will likely influence me in some form of fashion with my countryhumans and how I tinker with them throughout the stories I tell. So maybe an update on that warning page soon? Of course, not a whole lot of it will change, just these small changes like gender and maybe personas. Though, reminder, my fictionized version of countryhumans is just that, fiction.
          
          So, Guten Tag meine freunde ^^

Just found out I have two great grandparents who-one, served in the war of WW11 but manage to dip out of there and moved to Mexico while the other moved to America. So that's cool to know. (Also two of my great/2x are possibly Irish??)
          I got a strange family tree it seems. (●'◡'●)
          
          Hallo everybody, guten tag (I am inspired to learn my German heritage)
          It has been crazy for me these last months, summer-I hate summer. Yes, I am sadly venting but I won't go so much into the details besides the fact I had entered into a wallowing depression era at some point that inflicted on myself in both mind and physicality. I am recovering, just apparently a bad habit of self-negativity that did involve heavily with my own writing.
          
          I do have a terrible tendency to demean myself with my own works of writing-and believe it or not, it caused me to wallow in depression of my own self worth and completely leave wattpad without saying anything. I hardly read anymore or look at my own writing. I was told by a helpful partner (not love interest) to just take a step back, no more-just rest. To bring my time to those around and enjoy summer. Job hunting had been a stress as well and I like to believe in some ways it only had a negative impact on my worth with my writing.
          
          I know my creativity is strong-that it is alive and always with me even when I don't want it to. I pour the need to write, to plan, to invest . . . but it drowns my at times and I forget to breathe. Or that I can breathe. Just a moment, even for a second, and just breathe.
          
          My head is not completely in the game, but I am back, and with something profound in me, I will be back on track with my writings. As well those books I have yet to read.
          
          This is Novensiles, the MasksOfALiar, soon signing back onto wattpad to finish what they started. Guten tag, meine freunde.
          
          
          
          
          
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          Also, anyone else is getting loads of notifications by wattpad liking their comments on several stories? Wattpad is this a glitch-?