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I love this idea! :blue_heart::sparkles: I'm now two-thirds of the way through my novel, and Episode 48 of Electrum just dropped! It also happens to be rated mature... :fire::heart:️‍:fire:

"What about my physical needs?" teased Seren, resting his face in one hand and swirling his wine glass with the other, "Can you promise me that they'll be taken care of?" Lord Rhenac swallowed. "Whatever you need... I will deliver myself" he told him with confidence.

This is as SFW as I can manage :sweat_smile:

A new chapter of my webcomic is finally out! You can come and check it out! Likes, comments, supports and shares are always appreciated!

Part 3 of Chapter 12 drops tomorrow at 5:00 AM!

Brief excerpt:
Your aether is akin to the very essence of your existence, an energy-based core of your very being in other words, and the shards, as god-made concentrations of aether given physical form, act as extensions of that.
This was the first lesson Seika had taught me.

Hello!

I am releasing a new series tomorrow, Sunday (March 30), called The Plight of the Twelve Olympians.

It is a story in poetry form with twelve lines per chapter. Each chapter will feature one Olympian stating their thoughts about the world they live in.

I hope your support will continue throughout this journey :)) I hope you like it and sub! Thanks!

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Synopsis:

These lowly creatures have made this world their own. They act as if they own it, as if they no longer need us.

Well.

We shall see how far they can make it on their own. They do not need us? Then we shall make their lives a tiny—just teeny, tiny—bit harder.

Teaser for the next Chapter coming out later today!

“I wanted to apologize,” Yssac said, and the sincerity in his tone nearly made me recoil. “For what I said at the shop. I spoke out of turn, and it was… wrong of me.”

My mother didn’t respond immediately, and I could see the slight tilt of her head as she studied him. Then, she sighed, shaking her head. “Teenagers will be teenagers. I’ve met plenty of noble boys who don’t know how to hold their tongues and speak as they want because they know commoners can’t do anything.”

I had to fight a laugh as Yssac flinched, catching the harsh implications of my mother’s kind tone. Even if outside the palace he was a future Marquess and she was still a commoner, here they were equals in status.