Happy nameday, Ellie! With this little gift, I tried to convey the sense of hope you bring to our little community. I honestly can’t imagine surviving the last year without your positivity and support. Thank you for sharing your talent and cheerfulness with all of us, and most important of all, thank you for being you!
Sharon, it is no exaggeration to say that you got me crying with this gift, and with your words. The same can be said about you, and that without you, that the last couple years actually would have been a darker time to bear, so thank you so much for being there, and for sharing your friendship and talent and light with me–with all of us. You’re a blessing in and of itself, love you sweetheart!!!
Me: “Okay so since I’m trying to do a redesign of Jeremy maybe I should actually reference hairstyles from the 80s so he looks more historically accurate?”
genre :diesel-punk with hints of magic class : novel series outlined for three to five books current status :first draft( 35k / 100k ) narration : third-person limited, multiple povs themes and tropes : the chosen one, found family, platonic and romantic love, enemies to friends to lovers, mutual pining + unrequited love, adventure, dead magic systems, warfare and imperialism, recovering from trauma, political intrigue, unlocking secrets of the past, and the fight for freedom content warnings : a lot of death, gun fights, the horrors of war, and light descriptions of gore and blood
━━ SUMMARY.
Alas, a millennium has passed since the warring twin cities have collapsed to ruin. Mankind is thriving. Deep in the glistening heart of the cities, airships of steel are found drifting along the clouds instead of the sea, rotormobiles roar on streets filled with pedestrians and their bot counterparts, and biplanes soar even higher than the spires of high-rises streaming with gold. It’s an age full of wonder. And an age full of a horrific and long-waged world war.
Yet this all remains unbeknownst to Jenya Nasangkai, whose tedious life in seclusion bids her to wish for something phenomenal. But phenomenal has its price. In an instant, her entire world is flipped upside down when the merciless Kingsmen of the Imperial Realm raid her homeland, and all that she’s ever known is gone. Now left with nothing but a vengeful heart and mind, Jenya sets off on a fiery journey of dethroning the Emperor and ending this madness once and for all. But she isn’t alone.
A pilot arrested for something he did not do. A wanderer who can’t remember her own past. A robot who isn’t quite the same as those in the cities. A princess with high ambitions for her kingdom. A captain sworn to defend the throne. A soldier with his heart set on answers. An assassin sent to retrieve a special ring.
And it’s that same ring the Emperor killed thousands for just to have it in his hands. In a desperate pursuit of solving clues and unearthing secrets of the past before it’s too late, the team must put their differences aside if it means putting an end to this war for good. And they might. If they can find a long-prophesied Savior destined to bring peace to the entire world.
━━MAIN CAST.
JENYA NASANGKAI.the reason.raven-black hair that falls past her waist; a tanned frame dappled with light freckles; bitter, seething anger and grief pulsating through her blood and veins. or could that be something else?
BENJAMIN KIRSCHT.the question. ash brown waves that flow with the wind; prominent veins trailing slender hands; deep scars and bruises from past adventures.
RORIE DEROUX.the sign.golden hair that never meets her shoulders; chapped lips known to curl into a grin; dirt-smeared hands familiar with shooting a rifle.
PLEX.the answer. a silver gloss now hidden with tarnished rust; pliant limbs as tall as two men; small plants growing in-between cracks and long crevices.
ZUZANNA KAESOR.the voice. golden-brown skin with an unblemished glow; marigolds and blue cornflowers hiding within handsome brunette curls; a silver septum ring to demonstrate rule.
JIAN ZOË.the guide. jet-black wisps framing a sharp face; a blade from the finest metals sworn to never shed another’s blood. red-tinted lips sharing wisdom greater than even the wisest of men.
DARCI RISHKA.the revelation. features that can pass off as a corpse; a crooked nose that steers out of others’ business; mounds of grief and guilt buried even deeper than the bullet wounds of his fallen comrades.
THE RED SOLDIER.the mystery. hands stained with the blood of a thousand men; an unknown face hidden beneath the comforts of a golden helmet; voices in their head telling them to trust no one, even if that includes the emperor their heart pledged to serve.
i haven’t posted here in a while but i’m going to be more active on my personal @shinkanes! gonna be posting tv/movies/music/whatever else i feel like so <3
