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The possibility of selling the Panaceas

It was proposed to the parliament the selling of some Panaceas a way to let's say kinda bankrupt slavery. Aegor and me too are kinds undecided on that and this is where y’all come. Y’all choice will influence / modify the trajectory of the story so does he agee to the idea or does he refuse? Also y’all could give your reasons in the comments

Chapter 22: Cremation

I may have given an ultimatum to the slaving cities of Essos—a pause that some might call a reprieve. It was a window, a fleeting breath where they could choose compliance or defiance. But as days unfurled, that pause felt like the quiet before a storm, stretched thin and taut. I knew this time was not idle for those who suffered, for those who were bound, for those whose chains bit into their flesh with each passing hour. Waiting for responses didn’t mean sitting st...

Which of the three commissioned story should become continued

Two or three weeks ago, I said that I would write three commissioned chapters/ stories and the one y’all prefer( choose in a vote will become a regular one). Time to see which one is the winner

Just wanted to thank y’all for the support

I think it was two weeks ago but I had asked you to help me reach quickly at least 500 subscribers no matter if they are paying or not and I just checked and the number went past that. I just wanted to say thank you for the support

Chapter XIV: Divergent

Driftmark had been a whisper in my mind a promise of peace. I’d entertained the thought, let it take root in my mind like ivy creeping up a forgotten wall. Here, I’d find calm, an escape from the constant noise of Westeros—the stupidity of its lords, the tragedies dressed in finery, the schemes spun by those who fancied themselves spiders and snakes. I had hoped to laze beneath the salt-crusted sky at night or in my room in my more than comfortable bed. Driftmark was supposed...

[Commission]: Antaeus (Avatar self insert story with celestial forge): Chapter I

My mother had always been threatening, scary to say the least—the kind of mother who would get angry over almost anything. She wanted to seem cool but wasn't at all, the sort of person who believed might and power were all that mattered. She'd threaten with physical violence each time she was truly enraged, and I don't mean just the kind brought about by her own hands. No, she had unsavory connections in every corner of the world—the kind that could have your cousin ...

Chapter XIII: Lorne

The alleys of Flea Bottom twisted like the intestines of a beast, narrow passages shadowed by leaning hovels and sagging balconies. Jeren threaded through them with the ease of a feral cat, his bare feet slapping against the damp cobblestones. The scent of roasted onions and stale ale clung to the air, mingling with less savory odors that rose from the gutters.

Jeren clutched a loaf of hard bread to his chest, a prize pilfered from a distracted baker's cart. His st...

Message regarding commission for Lachlan Hayes

Hi Lachlan Hayes normally wouldn’t have made a post just for that but I kinda tried to contact you for half a week about your commission with you being one of the three for whom I was supposed to write. Could you if you're still there tell me what you would like me to write? Could you please answer as quick as possible? I was supposed to have written since a long time will of the commissions and make the readers choose which one they prefer I continue, kinda hard thing to do when there are ...

Chapter 3: Babel tower

The training grounds of the Northern Water Tribe were bustling with life. It was the Exhibition Day, a rare occasion where masters showcased their skills for the tribe to see, reinforcing pride and inspiring the young. The icy amphitheater gleamed under the bright sun, refracting its light through the jagged edges and casting a dazzling array of blues and silvers across the arena. The air was cold, but excitement buzzed warm in the spectators' voices, a hum of anticipati...

About trying to laze around in the dance of dragons

I feel as if a lot if most of you are dissatisfied with the way the story is going. I want through this post know through your own words why and how you think or would wish for me to make the story better

Commission: Make it all burn!( Stargate Celestial forge self insert)

Mining, there are few things more body-destroying, more mind-breaking, more despair-inducing than mining, especially in conditions so cruel that even the most ruthless of men—billionaires who built their empires on the broken backs of countless workers—would hesitate, would shudder, would perhaps even feel the faintest tremor of guilt. My hands, covered in dust, the dirt and grime thick like a second skin, trembled as they clawed at the stone. T...

Chapter XII: Heart in a headlock

The hall of black stone was colder than it had ever felt before, as if the shadows of the ancient keep sensed the disquiet within. Daemon Targaryen, rider of Caraxes, he who was a warrior whose name the bards spun into tales of valor and ruthlessness, now stood before two gazes that pierced him deeper than any blade ever could. They were eyes he knew well, eyes that mirrored another time, another life, one where things were simpler, one wheee things were kinder. Baela and Rhaena. H...

Chapter XI: the Wake up call is coming

Sleeping was, without a doubt, my favorite occupation. In dreams, everything became lighter, simpler—fading away in an instant, taking the weight of consciousness with it. I could let go of the tangled strings that bound my mind to the world around me, the thick strands of greed, ambition, and violence that tangled this world together. Dreams were a reprieve, a place where all the plots, intrigues, and petty scraps for power could melt into nothing. In that liminal space, I didn�...

Happy halloween and next chapters of lazing around

Was in the hospital because of pain. Still in the hospital but less painful so I had been able to write. I'II try to post the next chapter Of Lazing Around in maybe twelve hours or so. Sorry

[Commission]: (inspired inventor self insert in PJO) Rage against the heavens

In this new life, I found myself with an unexpected role: a little brother again. Only this time, there was a substantial age gap between me and my older sister, Beryl—a good twelve years separating us. But unlike any sibling bond I’d known in my past life, Beryl and I were close. Really close. Closer than I ever thought siblings could be.

Our parents weren’t negligent, but they didn’t really take care of me, not in the way a child would have probably wante...

Chapter 21: Flare

Ayelek stood at the edge of the training yard, her like etched-in firelight, waiting for the call to enter the arena. She steadied her breath, felt her pulse under her fingertips as if it were the beat of a distant war drum. Each beat a reminder that she was here by her own choice, that she had originally defied fear to follow the one they called Aegor—she who had once been nothing more than a slave, stripped of all pride and purpose. Yet here she was now, alive with p...

Posts are going to take longer to be posted but should still be posted today

I fucked trying to copy paste my works here and deleted them so it's probably going to take a little bit longer. Sorry

Chapter 2: Mingling

The silence within the palace was profound, disturbed only by the occasional crackle from a distant torch. I moved through the hall, every step deliberate, quiet, taking in the carved ice walls. Symbols of water and moon were etched deeply, giving the place a sense of reverence, a shrine to things hidden and cyclical. There was solitude in these halls that one might mistake for emptiness, but I knew better. Solitude is often full, waiting for purpose to reach into it. 2024-10-28 02:26:11 +0000 UTC View Post

The commissions are open

It is now possible to give me commissions. To do so, you’ll just have to go to the membership tiers.

PS: there are only three spots available

Chapter X: bedtime is a thing of primordial importance

I had intended for my idea to be this to be more of a “quiet operation,” if that’s even the right phrase. A handful of leftover Baratheons slipping into the Red Keep under a layer of cloaked invisibility brought by me using my gravitational powers to bend light to retrieve Aunt Rhaenys—it would’ve been simple, clean, and wouldn’t require me to do much besides making a ruckus in the skies.

In my mind, the whole thing was practically...

Thanking you first and possible things coming

So I checked and we are at apparently more than 200 paying subscribers and more than 356 non paying ones. I wanted to truly thank you all for the support me. It really means a lot. Honestly, kinda is the reason why I still wanted to write even though not in the best shape health wise. Thank you all like so much, y’all rock. I’ll try to  write everyday and to my best to thank you all. Those numbers? Let’s double them. Also about possible things coming, I kinda thought about com...

Do y’all want me to rewrite chapter 9

I wrote it not necessarily in the best state of mind. Still is at my best but I’m better. Would y’all like me to do so?

Chapter IX: Packing heavy (Rewriten)

I probably should have felt like the scum of the Earth yet I didn't. By forgetting that the rule of cool only existed in media and not in real life for a good reason, I kinda, no definitely fucked but it was what it was.

What?

You expected me to begin sobbing, be torn by inside guilt, vow to never use my power again or maybe to atone for my sins.

It sounded too exhausting and honestly counterproductive. Crying wouldn’t...

Hermes I

The air itself ignited behind Hermes as the Olympian flew toward the daughter of Poseidon, the world taking halt to his senses due to how fast he was.

Only three things were cognizant, aware in this world of higher thought, higher speed, Death, the abyss and Hermes himself of course.

The son of Zeus gripped tighter his cadeceus. In less than an instant, he had crossed the distance, wings on his feet propelling him forward to a speed that would hav...

Chapter VIII: Shattered Balance

I was staring at the carved sea dragon on the door when I felt the weight of Corlys Velaryon’s gaze fall on me. His chambers even in Dragonstone were filled with relics from the world beyond Westeros, treasures from the Summer Isles, Volantis, and distant lands I had only read about. The faint scent of saltwater clung to everything here, even the silken banners and woven carpets.

Corlys stood by the window, his back turned to me, as if the sea held the answers to...

Chapter 20: Heat

Eddard Stark was falling but in reverse. He looked above as he fell and didn't see a sky. He saw Winter and in it all the souls it had claimed. The next moment, he was in a land unlike any he knew.

The world around him shimmered in a spectrum of jade—dark, light, and every shade between—evoking the shifting leaves of the weirwoods. Above, the sky had changed again, swirling, alive with hues of obsidian and gold, scarlet lightning slicing the horizon....

Do y’all want me to post in two hours or maybe in more than ten hours

I've written so far 3K of the next chapter of slave obeys, men choose but I didn't put Aegor POV with others in it yet. I feel as if my brain is melting so I got to go take a long nap. What I wanted to know is would you like me to post before the nap or after it (the chapter of after would of course be longer).

Chapter VII: Impotence

The night over Storm's End had turned from violent to silent in a way that felt unnatural, like the world itself was holding its breath. The storm that had battered the coast just hours ago had stopped, not abated or passed, but halted as if by some force beyond comprehension. The sea roared still, but there was no rain. No wind. Only the distant echo of waves smashing against the cliffs below, their rhythm broken by the tremors that rumbled beneath the earth.

Lord Borros Bar...

I wanted to thank you all and propose y’all something

We are right now at more than 108 paying subscribers and 262 non paying subscribers. I wanted to thank you all for supporting me, for making me want to write. For good or bad, I don’t think I would be writing better if I didn't fear disappointing you. What I wanted to propose kinda of a challenge/ deal. We're in in October and I would like to see if it would be possible for us to hit either at the end of November or beginning of December at least 500 non paying subscribers and 300 paying su...

Chapter VI: Ozymandias

The rain had stopped. Not naturally, but as though the skies had bowed to some invisible force. The air around Dragonstone had become thick and charged, like the sea before a storm, but nothing came. Only silence. The storm clouds hovered like specters above the castle, hesitant, unsure whether to continue their rage or fall silent forever.

Corlys Velaryon stood on the ramparts of Dragonstone, his eyes fixed on the distant horizon, where momen...