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Suffer and become one with Me
The world was on the brink of ending. A thick, sulfurous miasma covered the land, leaving only small settlements clinging desperately to life in a never-ending war against the demons.
One woman, heart shattered by her beloved's death, loosed a cry of despair that pierced the heavens. Her impassioned plea stirred a passing goddess to action. In a selfless act of love, the goddess donned the Saintess' body and burned away the miasma to restore light and life to the world.
But this was only a short stay of execution. The dark god planned to return and consume the world he had left to marinate. Only the reborn Saintess, her Beloved, and the unexpected element of a hillbilly transmigrator have the skills to save the world.
Most of the stories I've read with isekai/transmigrators have been "I was an orphan anyway" and no thoughts about the things they miss, like cellphones, the internet... (Except that one How To Survive a Romance on WebToons, which was hilarious because fried chicken was the thing they decided to bring to their new fantasy world.)
Reed in Soulless Prince has been there 10 years but thoughts of Earth pop up occasionally still. His trauma from Earth is a big part of his personality. I learned a while ago that grief never really lets a person go, especially if they never took the time to process it.
What I Think About Isekai
So writing an Isekai I kinda have this whole thing in my head of what I plan on doing. Some of it falls into tropes. We got the classics 1. Gods grab a just died soul 2. Hi here is some possibly OP powers but with limits 3. Nothing is properly explained. 4. OK GO SAVE 5. Start collecting friends
But there are a lot of isekai that don't have the person really reflect on the world they lost. Mourn it or miss it or anything. Sometimes it's because they hated it so forget them right?
But today I wrote a scene that got Enoki all sad thinking about hir family. What ze will never see agian.
It hits a bit hard and in a way most isekai don't. I mean, can you imagine never seeing your loved ones and eating a meal with them? Hanging out with them? Holding your pets again?
Suffer and become one with Me
The world was on the brink of ending. A thick, sulfurous miasma covered the land, leaving only small settlements clinging desperately to life in a never-ending war against the demons.
One woman, heart shattered by her beloved's death, loosed a cry of despair that pierced the heavens. Her impassioned plea stirred a passing goddess to action. In a selfless act of love, the goddess donned the Saintess' body and burned away the miasma to restore light and life to the world.
But this was only a short stay of execution. The dark god planned to return and consume the world he had left to marinate. Only the reborn Saintess, her Beloved, and the unexpected element of a hillbilly transmigrator have the skills to save the world.
Chapter 9! Coming Friday! "Is it possible for you to not toss me around like a bag of laundry?" Solace asked sourly.
Reed snorted. "Maybe if you didn't throw yourself on the ground so much." He kicked the brake off and rolled him down the hill.
“I don't seem to have any strength. It isn't my fault." Solace paused, then twisted in the chair to look back at Reed. "You seem to have gotten over being frightened of me.”
“Ran out of f'cks to give." Reed wore a neutral face that looked vaguely annoyed.
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My book, Soulless Prince, is an epic adventure that starts with political intrigue. The main characters are the Saintess, her Beloved, and a hillbilly transmitrator from Earth. The world, Mythiric, was attacked by an evil god and covered with miasma. The god then convinced everyone to worship him and spread further misery to convert the planet's pure energy into rot so he could consume it.
"Suffer and become One with Me" the demon god promised, as if this were good.
The three heroes must unite the world's people, devise a way to fight a demon god, and successfully defeat it.
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my debut novel, she knows is a dark thriller set in a rural british town where a serial killer is stalking the streets. sylvie garcia, the daughter of a medical examiner takes the investigation into her own hands after the police’s leads go cold. despite their beliefs, sylvie’s convinced the killer is a woman. she then enlists her friend group to aid her in the investigation. unknowingly, the murderer is her childhood best friend and her concealed longing. With an innocent facade, florence has deceived everyone including sylvie, who remains deeply attached to her despite the growing darkness around them even after the truth is revealed.
Chapter 28 of Soulless Prince (not posted yet, you have to wait until Oct 18 to get context)
Gasping a few times, Lily swallowed. "I'll ask Marigold. Don't… Don't come out before I see what Lady Gwenivar is doing?" She lifted her head to look up at him. Her face was still flushed, cheeks wet.
Despite that, Reed still thought she looked cute. He didn't like that she was crying for him, of all people.
This situation could kill me… I could die tomorrow. Do I really want to die without having kissed her at least once?
But part of him still didn't quite believe that this might be the end.
At least it wasn't like his first death: helplessly stuck in a pothole and hit by a truck going eighty. Still… it was a pretty pathetic death. Hanged by his superior officer because Small Dick Energy.
Reed kissed her.
Lily went stiff in his arms, but her fingers clutched the back of his coat, preventing him from withdrawing from her embrace. He broke the kiss to see what her expression was.
She stared up at him, lips parted. The flush had turned from tears to embarrassment. Lifting slightly onto her toes, she kissed him back.
Lily didn't know what she was doing but was a quick study. He slid his hand into her hair, savoring the sweet taste of her mouth, and taught her more when she let him slide his tongue in. She arched against him, gripping his back.
Fully flushed when they parted lips again, Lily took several breaths in preparation to say something, but whatever words she wanted to speak kept getting caught. "This isn't goodbye," she choked out. "No." Reed shook his head. "But I'm probably not going to be your captain for much longer, so I figured it was alright to do that now."
Her brows rose. "Is that it? You… because you were my captain? You break all the other rules all the time!"
"Yeah, but I didn't want to force you into something you couldn't say no to… and what if we get into an argument? It was awkward enough with Timmons and Avery at each other's throats," Reed explained. He cleared his throat, "Besides, I'm really not good at the whole commitment thing and…"
"And?" Lily demanded, raising her voice slightly. "Are you saying you're not going to take responsibility for this?"
"It's just a kiss—"
She pinched his back. "Not to me!"
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its been ten days since i was last on tumblr, its been a busy few days but i logged back in and saw this tag game and i just couldn't resist!
(also thank you to everyone that's tagged me over the last few days- im so sorry i wasn't around but i'll be doing my best to catch up!)
and to ease myself back into writeblr i thought i'd share a little snippet from a new story i'm working on! (as yet unnamed, but i'm very excited)
the snippet:
"Step back Freckles or I might get the wrong idea." "Wrong idea? I'm holding a knife to your throat." Nick lowered himself, resting his chin on the tip of her blade, smirking. "Precisely." "What on earth are you doing?" She gripped the knife with both hands, forcing herself to hold it steady. For some inexplicable reason her fingers wanted to tremble. "Testing your limits, as per usual." "What?" Her throat grew tight. Why would he admit to it after all this time? "Actually... No. I'm seeing how you'll react." "To what?" "To..." Nick wrapped his hands around hers and forced the blade down, out of his way. "This." He slammed his lips into hers.
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I'm writing a book. It's got romance, but that isn't the main focus.
There will be dragons, and found family, and spells and swords. There's a dude from Southern Tennessee just trying not to f things up. A guy from the past with PTSD and an allergy to stupid ppl. A woman from the past who is just trying to herd these two dumb men and keep them from destroying society in their quest to save the world
Need more fantasy books aimed at adults and teenagers. Like, I feel like when you hit a certain age 90% of books aimed at you are romance. And my arospec brain isn't happy about this. Let me have more fantasy books, and yes I can read children's books, but because they're aimed at children they're always lower quality and seem to have way worse world + character building. Also the characters can't do things like swear or make adult jokes, which yeah aren't needed but would be nice and make the characters more relatable. And I am an author so I can do stuff about this but I still want other books too.
Also more representation in fantasy please. Want a LGBTQ+/poc/disabled/other minority character who's story isn't entirely centred around that alone.
Jerome hmmed. “You excited?” Buckling his bag closed again, he shoved long, greasy strands of hair out of his face. “I would certainly rather be anywhere but here.” Dunn adjusted the tail of his own dark hair, realizing it had gotten loose when he’d broken into a run. “But I do need to apologize to Willow in person.” He sighed. “That’s going to be a task, for sure.” He would’ve offered Jerome the opportunity for a hot bath before he left, but he knew the man would refuse. He couldn’t help but smile at the idea of apologizing to Willow, though. They’d been in the temple together since they were children. They’d been lovers half their lives. He wasn’t always the best at making her feel appreciated, but he did love her with every fiber of his being, and he would find a way to make it up to her. “Why?” Jerome asked. “You’ve seen her,” Dunn pointed out. “I bet she’s been pissed every time you give her mail.” Jerome laughed. “That she has! Though I’m not sure if she’s pissed about receiving your letters or if it’s the baby.” “Baby?” Dunn asked. Confused, he stared at Jerome. Jerome stared at him in return for a long moment. “She’s about ready to burst, looks like. I don’t know how you two are going to hide a baby at the clinic, though.” “What?” Dunn asked. “What do you mean what?” Jerome asked, grabbing Dunn’s shoulder as he stepped closer in concern. “Did you… not know?” “Demons!” someone in the camp shouted. Frozen as he tried to process Jerome’s news, Dunn stared at him. Willow’s pregnant? But… Jerome shoved him. “Dunn!” he shouted. Blinking back to reality, Dunn focused on Jerome, “What?” “Demons!” Jerome shouted, shaking Dunn’s shoulders.
Will the key to salvation lie in the secret she can’t reveal?
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Genre: Dark Action/Fantasy/Romance
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Suffer and become one with Me
The world was on the brink of ending. A thick, sulfurous miasma covered the land, leaving only small settlements clinging desperately to life in a never-ending war against the demons.
One woman, heart shattered by her beloved's death, loosed a cry of despair that pierced the heavens. Her impassioned plea stirred a passing goddess to action. In a selfless act of love, the goddess donned the Saintess' body and burned away the miasma to restore light and life to the world.
But this was only a short stay of execution. The dark god planned to return and consume the world he had left to marinate. Only the reborn Saintess, her Beloved, and the unexpected element of a hillbilly transmigrator have the skills to save the world.
Chapter 14 will post tomorrow at 9AM CST! catch up with the action now!
Suffer and become one with Me
The world was on the brink of ending. A thick, sulfurous miasma covered the land, leaving only small settlements clinging desperately to life in a never-ending war against the demons.
One woman, heart shattered by her beloved's death, loosed a cry of despair that pierced the heavens. Her impassioned plea stirred a passing goddess to action. In a selfless act of love, the goddess donned the Saintess' body and burned away the miasma to restore light and life to the world.
But this was only a short stay of execution. The dark god planned to return and consume the world he had left to marinate. Only the reborn Saintess, her Beloved, and the unexpected element of a hillbilly transmigrator have the skills to save the world.
Jerome hmmed. “You excited?” Buckling his bag closed again, he shoved long, greasy strands of hair out of his face.
“I would certainly rather be anywhere but here.” Dunn adjusted the tail of his own dark hair, realizing it had gotten loose when he’d broken into a run. “But I do need to apologize to Willow in person.” He sighed. “That’s going to be a task, for sure.” He would’ve offered Jerome the opportunity for a hot bath before he left, but he knew the man would refuse. He couldn’t help but smile at the idea of apologizing to Willow, though. They’d been in the temple together since they were children. They’d been lovers half their lives. He wasn’t always the best at making her feel appreciated, but he did love her with every fiber of his being, and he would find a way to make it up to her.
“Why?” Jerome asked.
“You’ve seen her,” Dunn pointed out. “I bet she’s been pissed every time you give her mail.”
Jerome laughed. “That she has! Though I’m not sure if she’s pissed about receiving your letters or if it’s the baby.”
“Baby?” Dunn asked. Confused, he stared at Jerome.
Jerome stared at him in return for a long moment. “She’s about ready to burst, looks like. I don’t know how you two are going to hide a baby at the clinic, though.”
“What?” Dunn asked.
“What do you mean what?” Jerome asked, grabbing Dunn’s shoulder as he stepped closer in concern. “Did you… not know?”
“Demons!” someone in the camp shouted.
Frozen as he tried to process Jerome’s news, Dunn stared at him. Willow’s pregnant? But…
Jerome shoved him. “Dunn!” he shouted.
Blinking back to reality, Dunn focused on Jerome, “What?”
“Demons!” Jerome shouted, shaking Dunn’s shoulders.
All around them, the camp had come to life, soldiers grabbing gear and running toward the horde. A rustling of leathery wings rose above the din. That sound was like ice water dumped over his soul, bringing him back to reality.
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"It's too early for this shit."
Reed wearily dropped down the uneven step into the tense atmosphere of an impending brawl. It was six in the morning, and he hadn’t gotten breakfast yet. However, three Eastern Barracks knights stood in his training yard, interrupting morning practice.
Normally, three against fifteen would have been an easy win, but politics in Mythiric meant that Reed’s men weren’t allowed to defend themselves from the three they faced.
He had been Barracks Captain for three years, and things like this happened occasionally, but usually not so early in the morning. Sirs Hershel and Cross were the usual culprits, but Sir Esther Blanch was a new addition to the bullying.
"Running in circles was all I saw you doing," Hershel retorted to Vice-Captain Patrick Davis, jabbing a finger up at the taller man's face. The short, chubby ringleader of harassment was the third son of a marquess and had the definition of a Napoleon Complex. Mythiric didn't have chihuahuas, but Hershel had the personality of one, coming after anyone bigger with incessant yapping like he could do anything other than tear up your ankle. His attitude was, unfortunately, justified. He was the Knight Commander’s favorite henchman.
Patrick was doing his best to keep a neutral expression. He'd never been good at handling the high nobles, so refusing to engage was his best option.
Blanch looked irritated. Cross was smirking.
Well, if Reed learned anything from growing up in the South, it was that you could catch more flies with honey than vinegar. "If I'd known you were coming, I'd have had a whole breakfast whipped up," Reed drawled, keeping his hands at his sides. Anything could be construed as a threat by the morons in the Eastern Barracks. Their egos were so easily bruised that glancing aside could be grounds for a beating.
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"I'm not lying, Reed," Lorrie said firmly. "I saw his lips move. He spoke." "Then let's see if he'll do it again?" Reed, the redheaded man, said jovially. Leaning down, he grasped Dunn beneath his arms and hoisted him out of the water.
Steadying Dunn on his feet, Reed grabbed his sleeves and waved unresisting arms at the woman as he said in a weird voice. "I'm coming to get you, Lorrie!"
Dunn snatched one arm free of the swordsman. "Do you mind?" He may have been weak and shaky, but this was too much. He scowled at the man over his shoulder.
Reed withdrew with an abruptness that left Dunn unbalanced.
Stumbling backward, Dunn landed on the pavers. That would probably bruise as well. Looking up at the three, he scowled. "Is this how people act here? Screaming and being rude?" Reed had backed away some distance, hand on his sword. The dark-haired man had partially drawn his, Lorrie hiding behind him.
Dunn shivered, teeth chattering and ruining what little dignity he had left.
The door to the building abruptly banged open. "What are you three doing to my son?" a woman shouted.
"Your Majesty." Reed hastily bowed, slapping his fist to his chest. "He spoke!"
"Sir Owen, do you think me a fool?" The woman was dressed in muted colors, but the fabric was thick and looked soft. For that matter, Dunn realized that his own clothes were made of material he'd never seen before. He fondled the end of his coat.
"Your Majesty," Reed bowed lower, "Please, ask him yourself."
"I will strip you of your commission!" the woman shouted, standing nearly on top of Dunn now. When she moved, he noticed two men had come out of the building behind her. A tall man with shoulder-length silver hair and an older man with a thick, well-trimmed beard. Both were dressed well. The woman was now stabbing her finger in Reed’s face. “I have heard nothing but bad things about you. Now I find you harassing my son? Unacceptable!”
Sighing and more than a little annoyed at the noise, Dunn grabbed her arm, tugging as firmly as he could. She stumbled, choked on her words, and slowly twisted her eyes down toward him.
He stared back at her. "Could you quit shrieking? I did speak to them, though I don't understand why that's such a big deal." Fully expecting more screaming, he released her hand and waited.
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OMG OMG! ITS REED!!!!
Okay so! Reed grew up in an abusive home, and he's just... he can't stand seeing others get hurt, so he's constantly stepping in to take the blow. Even though everyone tells him to quit it.
His mother left when he was 8, abandoning him to his abusive alcoholic father. He just can't understand people genuinely liking him or loving him.
Now he's in a fantasy world and he still doesn't know how to take care of himself first.
I love a character raised to be a weapon as much as the next guy. But what really gets me is a character raised to be a shield. Who can’t fathom being needed—or even being wanted— beyond keeping others safe. Who believe they are alive only to insure someone doesn’t die. no matter the cost. Characters who self-sacrifice not because they think they deserve it, but because no one else does deserve it, and it’s their job to protect.
Characters who’ve been told that’s why your important. Your worth something because this other person/ thing is important, and you are here solely to keep them safe.
Bonus points if it’s not a legitimate job they’ve been given. Maybe at one point it was, but now that they are free from it, they haven’t given up that mentality. No one is forcing or asking them to do this, but they need to. They need to in order to be deserving.
Chapter 15 of Soulless Prince has posted!
~~~~ Floritan burst to his feet. "You will not be considering that thing equally!" he shouted, stabbing a finger at Solace.
Slightly irritated at being called 'that thing' Solace considered throwing something at him.
Charlotte slapped the table hard enough to bounce their dishes. "Solace is the rightfully born prince of this kingdom."
"He's soulless!" another woman shouted.
“He’s an imposter!” someone else accused.
"Soulless. I keep getting called that, but I don’t particularly agree with that assessment,” Solace said, though his voice was drowned out by the cacophony of shouting now filling the room. Gwain heard, though, and looked at Solace with a hint of sympathy as if getting drowned out by other people was a common occurrence for him.
The blonde at the other end of the table bent forward and slowly sank back into her seat. She was laughing so hard that her face had turned bright red. The dark-haired young man next to her turned with an admonishment, but she wasn't listening.
What happened to the miasma?
He looked left and was greeted by more flowers and bushes he’d only seen in books. He could see more trees in the distance. They were so far away they looked tiny. He’d never been able to see that far before; the miasma was always too thick. "Where's—" He stopped as the name escaped his memory. Someone who should've been beside him was not. Now that he thought about it, there wasn't much he remembered besides the fight with those wraiths.
Swaying with fatigue, sweat on his brow, he turned his face to the light. The wind shook the leaves of the trees and turned the grass on the hill in waves. Destination chosen, he started toward them. He just needed to cross through the flowerbed of large clovers. He didn't recognize this specific plant from any book.
He stepped into the clover.
No solid ground met him.
Plunging shin-deep into the shockingly cold water, he lost balance and toppled to his knees into the pond. The splash shook the water clovers. Water lapped around his waist, quickly soaking into the fancy coat he wore.
Water? There's water just lying around?
Initially startled by his abrupt entrance, large, multicolored creatures came close and circled him. "Fish," he identified in awe. Their calico lips nibbled at his clothes and silver hair as it floated on the surface around him, crowding each other eagerly. Chuckling softly, he sat back and looked up at the sky again. He'd never seen that color blue before. He only remembered an endless pitch night and air that tasted like suffering. There had been no free-standing water in the world he remembered. All of it was created by magic and stored in buckets. It grew scummy within hours, collecting dust from the wind and a sulfur scent from the miasma.
Is this what comes after?
“She would’ve loved this…” he said sadly. He knew he missed her even if he couldn’t quite remember her.
"Oh no!" a woman said behind him, breaking his thoughts. She continued in exasperation as she hurried over, "Who put you out here? You're filthy now! I'll have the hide of whoever did this!" The woman’s voice made him flinch. He was about to turn around when hands hooked under his arms.
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Chapter 16 and Reed STILL hasn't learned not to ask "Can anything else go wrong today?"
sweaty, it can be a minute before midnight and there's still plenty of time for shit to hit the fan.