Cathy

Leana winced as Nathair stood, and held out her arms to keep him from moving, before pulling them back. “Here.” She stepped forward, wincing as she stepped on glass herself, and took one of his arms gently, avoiding the cuts where she could. She looked at the shards, and felt like her heart was being stung. But she started removing them, carefully…[Read more]

BURN

Okay.

So.

I can scream for help.

I can break the glass. (haha, yeah. Sure. Just magic up some super-strength like Drake. Right.)

Or … will the switch flip again?

Nope. It’s stuck. Perfect.

Anyway that alarm is off.

I’m just gonna … keep ignoring the glowing hearts on my arm. Why not?

I mean, ya’know punk. Why wouldn’t…[Read more]

Leana gasped and gagged as she fell from her strange cage. She’d found the lever, after the water drained away, after she’d given up on escape… but here she was. Hacking on a stone ground. Trembling with cold, from head to foot. I hate water. Actually, she was never really given the chance to love it.

She lifted her eyes, still wheezing and saw…[Read more]

@this-is-not-an-alien

[Nathair chooses to break the glass.]

[It trembles with each hit. But the water sloshes around you, slowing each blow, muting each hit.]

[This won’t do.]

[You urgently need air.]

[Play it smart.]

[Look for a weak point.]

[You try attacking where the glass meets the base.]

[In the process, you accidentally hit the s…[Read more]

@this-is-not-an-alien, @ethan-leonard, @rusted-knight, @ragnarok, @kimlikesart

[@this-is-not-an-alien – The entire character castle is going to regret your choice.]

[You do nothing, save crossing your arms and smirking at the blinking, glowing buttons. For you are stubborn.]

[Stubborn as the foundations of this castle.]

[Stubborn as a m…[Read more]

Ohel’s eyes widened as first one man, then Alessio, darted from the building, like the gods were after them.

“John, take care of Leana and don’t let Ohel out of your sight!”

John? The masked man.

Leana’s eyes widened, looking from the door to John. She scooped up her bag and staff, and took a step toward the door.

Ohel hurried forward and g…[Read more]

Ohel’s brows lifted, while his forehead crinkled. So… you do know where we are..?

“How… long might the trip be, in that case?” He straightened a bit more, trying to keep his hand away from his dagger, but habit made him long for the feel of it. Several months? A year? More? *honestly isn’t sure if home is worth that* *thoughts* Ohel’s face…[Read more]

Alessio didn’t say anything a moment, but at least he didn’t sputter… “Right now we’re pooling all our resources into survival in the hopes we’ll find something, or someone, that can provide some direction.”

Ohel brows lifted. *thoughts* He risked a glance toward the man behind the counter. *more thoughts* Ohel bit his tongue, waiting for Ales…[Read more]

“I’m Alessio,” The man closest to the girl spoke. Is he her’s? Perhaps. She seems to trust him. “I won’t shoot you unless you try to harm someone.”

Ohel’s shoulders relaxed the smallest bit, though he cast the masked man a worried glance. “It sounds reasonable. Unless you’re a threat, I don’t want to fight you, either.”

“As for where we are, you…[Read more]

A third man stepped near, “What’s going on?” His tone was hard, and the mask didn’t help the façade.

Ohel took a small step back, holding his hands higher, away from the dagger. His heart pounded as the masked man stepped nearer. Am I drunk? No. This… No. Dreaming? May it be so. “I don’t know.” Ohel whispered. His eyes flashed to the girl,…[Read more]

Leana lowered her stick and backed up to stand beside Alessio, glancing from the newcomer to the others behind them, and back to the newcomer.

Ohel’s eyes widened even more, as he stared at the arrow, nocked toward his head.

“Who are you?” Alessia’s tone was hard, protective.

Leana’s cheeks flushed in shock. She looked down expectantly at the…[Read more]

Ohel fell stumbled through the doorway, What? The toe of one sandal getting caught on the threshold, and his arms flailed before he fell on his face. “Oof.”

Leana gave a short squeal and sprang to her feet, swinging her spikey club over her shoulder, ready to swing it down on him. (Though the blanket’s a bit tangled on it.)

Ohel jumped,…[Read more]

@this-is-not-an-alien

YAS YASSSSSSSSS MY ARCH NEMESISSSSSS!!!! ARISE FROM THY COFFIN!!!!!!

*coffin where I was taking a nap bursts open in a shower of pink glitter and I emerge carrying coffee and eating a cupcake*

Your days of ruling this city are over, my personal supervillain!!!

@this-is-not-an-alien

MY books are not THAT dark! I read YOUR draft!

@this-is-not-an-alien

I have been summoned from the depths of school-induced digital hibernation!!!!

@nataliecone

Hi Natalie, I’m Rose! I’ve been very inactive here recently, but it’s lovely to meet you!

Welll… Gilded Blood jumps wildly between a fun, light “Chaos teenagers on an adventure” fantasy and some extremely dark subjects XD…[Read more]

[@this-is-not-an-alien – you … just sit there? REALLY?!]

[You are wrong.]

[Life is not gray. It is black and white. But they mingle. A little black in the white. A little white in the black.]

[Take off your apathy-tinted glasses. See the world as it is.]

[That fox-fire you stare into dims. Winks out. And darts away.]

[The tip-tip-tip-tip of…[Read more]

Undeniably uncomfortable, Alessio started. “You’re…a weredraekon?”

Well, that’s a new one, although that could describe it.

“Or…dragons are intelligent in your world?”

He blinked slowly, opened his mouth to say something, hesitated, and then opened his mouth to speak anyway. This should be good.

“If you’re half dragon and half human…how do……[Read more]

Does anyone write Dark Fantasy? Tell me what yours look like.

🫥

I don’t know? I never really thought about it as DARK Fantasy. But, based off my understanding, that probably does fit?

I guess my current WIP is dark fantasy? @this-is-not-an-alien? Is Lost City of Dragons – Burn’s story – Dark Fantasy?

I know that Dungeon Punk is one of the genre…[Read more]

@this-is-not-an-alien

Why do you summon me?

@nataliecone

This link will take you to a good article by Flannery O’Conner that might help you sort through some of your conflict. It’s kinda funny I was just rereading this today. I think the Holy Spirit must have bonked me. 😄

The main point is that if you are pursuing the art that God put in…[Read more]

Name: Ohel bar Oz bar Hezekiah

Height: 6′ 1″

Eyes: Brown, not too dark, not too light

Hair: Brown, not too dark, not too light. Wavy. It’s long enough to get tangled, but doesn’t even reach the bottom of his neck.
He has the stars of a beard, darker brown.

Weapons: Will have a dagger, with a jeweled hilt, at his waist. He’s also a proficient…[Read more]