Thread Explaining my Open World Fantasy Epic that is WAY too much but I’ve been working on it for 9 years and it’s my baby:
It’s main focus is that it follows the royal bloodline of an empire from it’s founding, all the way to the modern era!
It has magic, monsters, politics, and more!
As a result of how massive and sprawling the world / lore are, there are 5 “series” worth of content happening at different places along a 10k+ year storyline, starting with series one, which is a creation myth/origin story! Details:
The second series takes place nine hundred years after the founding of said Empire, following it through a civil war / collapse into seven separate and independent nations. Details HERE:
The third series is the CENTRAL series to the entire story, takes place over 7 books, and follows the rebuilding of the empire after it’s collapse—and an epic good vs. evil show down at the same time!
The fourth series is where BABY GIANNI SHOWS UP!! Takes place over 4 books, and follows Sagari’s grandson, Theseus, as he tries to stop the end of the world and ends up inadvertently causing it.
The fifth and final series ends up covering the journey of the birth of a new Royal Dynasty (and with it, a new empire), following the path of Theseus’s daughter, Freya Varro.
There’s SO MUCH MORE about the different countries / families / characters / cultures i could say BUT I think that’s ENOUGH FOR ONE DAY lmao
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Modern AU where Lan Wangji, under a set of circumstances entirely out of his control, is forced to engage in what one might describe as a 'heist.'
His partner in crime, 'Wei Wuxian,' ends up stealing far more than either of them bargained for.
(CW: omegaverse)
"...What do you /mean/ other--we can all smell--!"
"Oh, no," Wei Wuxian rolls his eyes. "You just assumed because I was wearing lifts and carrying myself a certain way, and I /happened/ to smell like an alpha. Nie Huaisang's scented him this morning, I just mooched off of him."
To be fair, even without lifts, he's still /tall/ for an omega, he just isn't almost the same height as Lan Wangji without them.
But the closer he looks, and the more he pays attention...
There /is/ a hint of scent blockers under an already faint alpha scent.
My business business casual look is like High Femme and my causal Friday look is very masc and it’s throwing my boss through a bit of a loop
Me Monday through Thursday:
Full makeup, hair curled, high heels, tailored slacks and pretty blouses
Me on Friday’s:
No makeup. Hair in claw clip. Jeans. Timberland boots. Collared shirt.
He does a double take every time he has to pass by my desks on Friday because I apparently look that different, which is what I aspire to, but I don’t think he’s aware of what my any pronouns having ass is doing
I'm not an atheist but I was raised in a way where religion is VERY private like if you're not in mass you KEEP THAT SHIT TO YOURSELF MAN DON'T MAKE IT WEIRD
Also you know DAMN WELL that your 23 y/o ass ain't reading verses from the bible before you go to bed every night WHO ARE YOU POSING FOR JESUS ALREADY KNOWS
Spite can make you do many things that you couldn’t otherwise. It’s prematurely aged her little brother in many ways.
But it also closes many doors.
Jiang Yanli has always been in the habit of keeping every option open.
She doesn’t always say what she thinks. She doesn’t burn bridges, and she doesn’t make enemies.
That has assigned her many nicknames over the years.
Spineless. Pushover. Coward.
And no one would ever say it to her face, but she’s always been a good listener.
Normally, she would be demure. She would stop in the lobby once she reached the proper floor, give word to the secretary, and politely wait in the chair by the corner.
Xie Lian starts out of his haze, looking up when Wu Ming's hand caresses his jaw, one thumb sliding across his lower lip, and when he meets his gaze--
"Look at you," Wu Ming purrs, eyes dark and unreadable. "No wonder you wanted to dual cultivate so badly."
Xie Lian /chokes./
"If you wanted me to fuck you that badly, you could have just /said so/," the mortal murmurs, shaking his head, and the man underneath him is slowly turning the same color as Wu Ming's right eye.
"I-I--it wasn't--/ah!/--I just--!"
The worst part is, Xie Lian isn't stupid, he's grasped what Wu Ming is doing here, but that doesn't make it less /embarrassing./
Because Wu Ming is saying that, probably thinking it's wrong and just something to provoke Hua Cheng, but Xie Lian knows that he's /right./