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misocaai · 1 year

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Commander overlooking training~ //black v. two moods: super scary or super handsome,,, side profiles are so hard but I got the hang of keeping his distinct features consistent in my drawings also on the right is what I think he'd look like horseback riding, I'm really proud of the hair and how I rendered his face~✌

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chaoskirin · 4 months

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Meadow lives on Possum House Ln. It's inhabited by aura possums, which are just lil guys that change color based on what your aura is. meadow's is yellow.

This QotD is the first lines from chapter 1!

#writing #indiewriter #indiebooks #fantasy #fantasybooks #writersofinstagram #indiefantasy #indiefantasyauthor #indiefantasybooks #fantasynovel #fantasynovelseries #contemporaryfantasy #contemporaryfantasybooks

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xariaseesred · 2 months

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Novel by Xaria Ryu

chapter one

GENESIS

Brief: In the opening chapter of 'Cursed Shores', we're introduced to a world brimming with challenges – a cityscape plagued by the consequences of unchecked super-powers. Keitaro, navigating a hazardous environment, seeks refuge in a bar, surrounded by a populace drowning their sorrows in a daily struggle for survival. As the night grows darker and the rain starts pouring mercilessly, we witness a mysterious encounter, a brief yet intense confrontation, and a glimpse into the Keitaro's internal struggles. We are then taken to a basement filled with aged books, where a complicated dynamic with Haruki, is explored. The chapter ends where stage is set, not with grandeur, but with a quiet intensity, inviting us to a world where survival is an art and secrets lurk in the shadows.

CHAPTER LIST:

chapter two: FLAMES

Chapter starts below the break: keep reading! :)

Monsters, genetically modified plants trying to kill us all, abuse of power that leads to massacres and wars or incurable diseases, would all be perfectly good and logical reasons as to why I am plastered at a bar scanning for someone who might know a way off this island. The people here are nearly all understandably drunk out of their minds, none of them able to live their daily lives for longer than a work day. Children darting between tables without supervision, while lurking hazards stand poised to exploit even the slightest misstep. The place is loud, save for the moments when someone gets too reckless with their curse and gets dragged off the premises. The silence that washes over the room feels like a cold blade threatening to slit your throat. At least to anyone with something to hide. Once that is revealed, you can kiss this hell goodbye and welcome another one right after hours and hours of wishing you were never born.

Gloves hide my curse, but my temper needs more than gloves to be concealed, and it is rising by the second. The alcohol stench and the soldiers posted up in every corner of the place are not helping.

“Fresh meat, huh?” a velvety voice asks in a hushed tone standing next to me.

“Walk along,” I nearly snarl, keeping my head down and not sparing them a glance. Whoever it is does not let up and slides closer to me, alcohol reeking off their person.

“I know what you are,” they go on, voice sounding almost like purring now that we are standing shoulder to shoulder. With swift movements, I have spun them around, grabbed both their hands and pinned them behind their back under the bar’s edge so no unwanted eyes witness what just went down. It is a woman covered in rain protective gear looking a little younger than she sounded. Former military employee I would assume. No one else could get their hands on anything like that. Half my body covers hers and I tighten my grip around her wrists.

“Eager to end up in jail I see,” she laughs. Drunk, I make out of her behavior. I will spare her the questioning and I tell her as much until I have convinced her that she is out of her mind. I let her go, leaving her giggling by the bar as I walk out into the neonate night. Cannot risk someone taking her seriously. I would rather have my trial that is barely two days away than get beaten to death in a jail cell.

With no plan to ever return and risk my identity being outed, I make my way to a place I have learned to love and despise.

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The basement, crammed with thousands of books, exudes an icy chill between its shelves covering just a few square meters. I wish slamming the book shut in frustration was enough. Throwing it across the room would be a crime in here. Burning it up into ashes is out of the question, but painfully desired. You cannot win in this dreadful city, let alone the whole Island. Leaving is not an easy feat either.

The flame dancing between my index finger and thumb, dies down gradually, turning a transparent pastel blue as it gets smaller and morphs into faint smoke. Rather than reigniting the flame, I allow the darkness to envelop me, accompanied by a deafening silence. I sit there by my miserable self until I hear indistinct footsteps grow louder and louder evoking a curse from deep in my chest. I don’t have the patience for this right now. I glance towards one of the shelves. It doesn’t take long for the inconvenience to step into my little corner and lean onto one of the coarse wooden shelves sporting a sad smile. Calling him an inconvenience is wrong on my part but not entirely untrue. I try too hard, way too often to avoid him only to have my night end like this.

“You okay in there?” he asks after a heavy sigh. His tone is just light enough to come across as friendly. It has been a skill people have to learn to master around me since they know better than to step out of line with me.

“I’ll need you to keep your mouth shut.” In the weak light that is seeping through the window from a street light, his staple black cap casts a dark shadow across his face at all times so all anyone ever sees is his mouth, which is now shaping a strained line in reaction to my words.

“Always a ray of sunshine, yeah? I’ll need you to leave. Now.” Too pure for his own good.

I am a walking hazard to these preserved books. I should in fact not be here in the first place, is what he should say. He is just too nice to say it.

“Haruki…” I know it is nothing I can say that really helps my case but it is not like me to hold back what I truly feel around anyone either. Be it complaints or hateful remarks. There is not much on the good side of things around this one since his very existence has been a deep sorrow to endure dating back years. The only defense my brain seems to have against that is spite.

“Light this candle, will you. Can’t see shit in here.” My body temperature and temperament is irregular as it is, but right now I can feel the blood sizzling far beyond its boiling point. He knows better than anyone that riling me up could have dire consequences. None that I will ever be proud of. That should also keep him away from me. Why he lets me stick around is beyond my ability to comprehend. Words do not suffice these days, but I’m willing to bet good fortune that unimaginably mean things would come out of my mouth to someone who’s never truly wronged me.

After much inner turmoil I decide to light his candle. Haruki had started getting antsy as well, eyes glowing a terrifying dark red shining through the shadow as if ready to strike any second. People might think he is perfect but even he is not immune to impatience.

“That’s not really your color, Ki,” I tell him under my breath, but still making sure I also don’t cross his boundaries. That nickname is one I gave him when we were just toddlers, playing in the tunnels under the city, both of us, along with a couple dozen other kids, having been strictly told to never show our faces on the surface until we were deemed ready. We were naive souls back then. Not our fault, but we could’ve never guessed what challenges awaited us.

“What on earth did I do to get you actually talking, huh?” Fake smile or not, it could rival the sun in its brightness, teeth gleaming like the most expensive pearls. In the dim light of his candle the sharper angles of his youthful face get the spotlight. No wonder people idolize him the way they do. It’s almost aggravating how beautiful he is. Sometimes I think holding a grudge towards him for that reason would make more sense. That him always turning heads, getting what he wants all the time and people praising him for damn near everything is annoying enough. Him in his whole casual suit and tie get-up should be annoying enough.

“I’ll leave,” I exhale sharply before I make a fool of myself. While I grab my things I see Haruki’s eyes lose their color and disappear behind the shadow, his smile fading back into a strained line.

“Help me put these books back, Keitaro,” he utters firmly and I get the feeling that he could sense I did not want to be around him anymore. “Please?” The place is a mess and it is too late to argue with anyone at this hour.

I sort the books for him to the best of my ability, just to make it easier for him to put them back on the shelf. They are all old and torn. Most of them are missing pages, some have been found under water so the pages are uneven with the black words faded. Haruki finds this aspect of the library-keeping very intriguing. As illegal as it is for him to keep these books here in this region, he would protect them with his life and he has made that much unmistakably clear for me. He knows this place as well as his own bedroom. Down to every nook, secret passage and whatever people back then decided to hide within the books. Even theft is completely out of the question since he would know within a second if a thought like that appeared in someone’s head.

As we inch closer to being done with the books, my thoughts drift deeper into darker territory, further down memory lane and I once again see how close Haruki was to losing everything he ever held dear. Haruki senses the shift in my aura and makes the mistake of looking up and meeting my eyes. His now gleaming a concerned gray. The candle that he had set on the table lights up the rest of his face. Big innocent eyes asking questions I cannot answer and the burn mark I feared making an appearance from his temple down to his cheekbone. Still covered in angry, deep scars. The work of which I caused.

Until now, the anger I held earlier had started to subside. Now it awakened like a tiger held captive for too long, ready to kill anything that moves. I freeze for a second knowing that if it gets too intense, I am totally in the wrong place. I put the last book into Haruki’s cart to dart out of the library and into the night’s thunderstorm. Before Haruki gets completely out of earshot for me, I hear a barely audible “good night” as an overdue apology is stuck, heavy on my tongue.

Heavy raindrops fall against my hair feeling cold everywhere it is parted as I make my way off the streets out toward the fields. The houses there are safer since these thunderstorms are constant. Sometimes accompanied with rain and sometimes not. They destroy more in a matter of minutes than what we can build in years, and that’s not to mention the relentless flooding this city goes through weekly. It has been like this for years and years so it is hard to remember what a normal day was like.

As I approach the coast, a sense of unease washes over me like the tidal wave crashing against the shore. Something is different tonight, as if the air itself is charged with an electric energy that prickles my skin and sets my nerves on edge. It’s eerily quiet and in the distance I hear the whispers of patrol getting closer. Not a good sign.

And then, I see it.

Hovering above a small lonely piece of land on the horizon, a strange craft hangs suspended in the air like a phantom from another world glowing red. Its sleek contours are illuminated by the faint glow of the city lights, casting eerie shadows that dance across the water's surface.

My heart pounds in my chest as I watch in awe and terror, the sound of helicopters cutting through the air like a knife. With trembling hands, I raise my scope to get a better look, my breath catching in my throat as I witness the craft unleash three beams of light that stretch for miles in every direction.

I duck behind a nearby rock, my heart racing as adrenaline courses through my veins. This is no ordinary sighting; this is a warning, a sign that something far more sinister is at play.

As the echoes of the craft's arrival fade into the night, I know that I can no longer ignore the call to action. Whatever awaits me once I am away from this island, I must face it head-on, for the fate of my sister and those I hold dear hangs in the balance. But come hell or high water, I will not rest until I uncover the truth behind this mysterious intrusion and put an end to the chaos that threatens to consume us all...

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dwellordream · 3 months

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omg hii i literally just discovered ur fanfics this morning and i'm so excited to read them, was so surprised to see u in my notes haha

Thanks! I am hoping to be able to get some writing done this weekend, because I’m behind on updates for all of my ongoing projects lol.

#fantasynovel #ask

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lanwangjiismyreligion · 8 months

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My test print is there and I'm, I'm, I'm just...🙏😭😍😌🍀!!

#writing #selfpublishing #german indie writer #books #fantasynovel #fantasyroman #My own text print is there

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ghostlysela · 1 year

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❖ TDOM Aesthetic ❖

➳For my readers, I wanted to share with you the aesthetic of what you'd find in my story. I was tempted to put more together but that would just make the pictures tell the story instead and I did not want that! What aesthetic is your favorite?

♡I.L.M

Note: (Please be advised that all images and gifs do not belong to me unless otherwise stated.)

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aratheon · 1 year

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Yngvild Kolldottir

Yngvild Kolldottir #fantasy #epicfantasy #darkfantasy #dndminis #heroforge #heroforgeminis #Pathfinder2E #dnd5e #wow #worldofwarcraft #tapletop #pathfinder #dnd

Yngvild is the youngest child of Koll and Ingithora. She shares a room with her older sister Greiland. Aside from the occasional fight siblings have, the two got along well. Of course, they did seem to have much in common, both fighters. Oddny Throstdottir Varin Hialtisson Read about these characters in Broken Souls, Book 1 of Seasons of the Cycle here on Aratheon.com for FREE. Just click the…

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mrgvisualartist · 1 year

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The first #book for this 2023 it's the second one of the #Redwall #Saga - #Mossflower by #BrianJaques Go #MartinTheWarior 🐭❤️ / #novel #fantasynovel #reading #booklover #mice #booksofinstagram #positivevibes #actor #actorslife #NYC #LA #castingdirector #talent #acting #talentagent #agency #artist #actorlife #artist #micheleravegrassani (at East Village) https://www.instagram.com/p/CnNPCNoOAgW/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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chaoskirin · 4 months

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SHADECURSED IS IMMINENT

Tonight (at midnight your time) it shall be released unto the world!

Join Meadow, Benji, Ptery, and Luka on a trek across the continent to track down the reason behind a goddess' disappearance. Discover a deadly Shade and its minions--a pack of gnolls who will stop at nothing to annihilate their quarry.

Are you brave, Little Speck?

Get Shadecursed on Amazon TOMORROW, December 19, 2023.

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jbankai89 · 10 months

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If you like my fanfiction, please consider checking out my books. It's been a rough couple of months over here between barely making ends meet, and near-constant chronic illness issues. Any sale or pages read on Kindle Unlimited is a huge help, and will be greatly appreciated <3

If you need some kind of intro to my horror before you dive in, I have been featured three times on the podcast Scare You To Sleep! The episodes where my stories have been featured can be found here:

And, finally, a direct link to my books can be found here:

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dcuervonegro · 1 year

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www.theatlasofdreams.com I also provide services to self published authors, including cover art, book design, etc. #fantasybook #fantasy #bookstagram #fantasybooks #booklover #books #book #fantasyworld #bookworm #bookstagrammer #fantasybookseries #darkfantasy #bookish #booknerd #bookaddict #fantasyauthor #fantasynovel #reading #fantasyartwork #b #writersofinstagram #fantasycreature #fantasyart #readersofinstagram #fantasyartist #epicfantasy #booksofinstagram #fantasydrawing #fantasywriter #fantasyphotography https://www.instagram.com/p/CniBl9sPpjk/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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justalilmink · 2 years

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ISO: Editor & friend

Have not been on tumblr in a hot minute (I don’t dare look back at my old posts or reblogs) but figure this is the best place to post this!

I’m a #anxiousperson who doesn’t like sharing their writing with other people... but also needs somebody to make sure what I’m writing is actually readable so I figure a stranger might make it easier

It’s currently something I’ve picked up to fend of summer insanity and I have a history of dropping projects, so no guarantees it’ll ever be finished! (Though I’d love it to be)

It’s a cute lil fantasy novel, super gay, trying to work in as much representation as possible, was originally started as a collaboration with a friend. So far plot is ??? but I’m working on it aslkdfh

It’s ofc a found family group consisting of a gay princess who faked her death, a nature witch who’s afraid of love, a socially awkward assassin with hearing aids, a plus-sized owner of an underground fighting ring with Tourette's who uses they/them pronouns, and a thief who makes up for what he lacks in a loving family with crimes...

I’d love to have someone who thinks enough like I do that changes and edits they suggest feel like “duh, I should’ve seen that” but obviously I’m ✨one of a kind✨/s. Really I’d just like someone who would enjoy editing/reading a fun story, contributing to it with ideas, and knows that I have no sense of time or deadlines!!

So yeah TLDR; need somebody who would want to edit/read a gay lil fantasy story, very casual not high demand this is just for funsies :) Only requirement is that you’re between 15-19 yrs!

If you’re interested or know anybody who would be, please share and DM me! All levels of readers and/or writers welcome (just be better at grammar than I am /hj) (that’s a very low bar) Thanks y’all! <3

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jamescanningauthor · 1 year

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Marthiér Usta, wholesome and mildly unhinged father figure. . . . . . . . . . #ocart #thisisanewtagforartists #originalcharacter #originalcharacterart #originalcharacterartist #jamescanningauthor #Marthiéroflouisia #Marthiérofthehuhka #artfyp #fypart #fantasyauthor #fantasyauthors #fantasywriter #fantasywriters #fantasywritersofinstagram #fantasyartist #fantasyart #fantasyartists #fantasyoc #fantasynovel #fantasynovels #bookstagram #bookstagrammer #orinthesharp #worldbuilding #worldbuildingart #fantasysetting #fantasyworldart https://www.instagram.com/p/Cl-Mj_eOT2t/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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