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Hello guys! I’m so happy to share this beautiful Slauren commission of mine, done by Shir0min on Instagram! I love it 😭♥️

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“𝗢𝗵, 𝗚𝗼𝗹𝗱𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗵, 𝗜’𝗱 𝗳𝗼𝗹𝗹𝗼𝘄 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗲𝗻𝗱 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗹𝗱 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗶𝗽 𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗼𝗳𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗲𝗱𝗴𝗲, 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗯𝗲𝗰𝗮𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗮 𝗰𝗿𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗼𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿.”

A commissioned piece of Auren and Slade from The Plated Prisoner series by virtual__bunny ✨

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Question for authors of dark fantasy romance books -

I'm writing my debut novel. I'm starting the book with two characters that start as lovers. But I want the chemistry to be so good I can rip your hearts out by the end. I'm struggling with this chemistry and scared no one will cry as much as I have picturing and plotting their scenes. How in the fuck do you make chemistry good right off the bat. I am struggling so much with this and have done so much reading and studying in chemistry and nothing seems to be working. Send help but please be kind 🥹

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From the moment I met you, I knew that we were soulmates

My soulmate and I on the day we met

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Stayed in a haunted room in a sleepy town to meditate and play in water from a hot spring.

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Writers block fucking sucks. My goal of getting published in March of 2023 is not happening and I am SO frustrated

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How do other newbie authors get over writers block. I have been staring at my first rewrite for hours and my brain is empty 💀

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I'm an author what I can I say

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Sneak peak of chapter 1 for Era of Light

“The gods are ruthless. The gods do not care about your mortal life. The gods are not our solace. They will torment you. They will test you, and they will do anything in their power to destroy you.” 

Vaera’s eyes shot open, filling her lungs with the cool air that trickled in through her open window. She brought her hands to her face, not realizing how clammy her hands were. Vaera squeezed her eyes shut, adding an extra layer of security by cloaking her already closed eyes with her slim hands. 

Her breathing had slowed from the rapid intake of breath to a steady rise and fall of her chest. Uncovering her eyes, she cracked her eyelids open just enough to let the smallest amount of light in. 

Blinking in the light, letting her eyes adjust, Vaera propped herself up on her elbows. After taking in her own bedroom - the stone walls, the two windows that opened to the balcony filled with trailing jasmine and vines, to the rug that almost filled her room wall to wall. She paused on the armoire standing directly across from her four poster bed. It was a gift from her father, carved with the delicate blooms of the jasmine flower and the resilient dahlia that represented her country. 

Her eyes caught her own stare in the mirror that stood elegantly next to the armoire. She looked different. The lack of restful sleep was beginning to take its toll. A dark ring around her eyes had been making an appearance on her ashen skin. 

Vaera had barely brushed her hair in the last several days. It cascaded over her shoulders in grayish white tresses, her deep gray horns made their appearance like mountains bursting through the snow that covered them. 

Her horns had seen better days. She used to take excellent care of them. Vaera’s mother would tell her that if her horns were dirty, she would never find a mate. After her time in Belrynd however, Vaera let herself go. There was no point in keeping up with appearances. All that mattered was pretending. Pretending she was doing well. Pretending that Belrynd and the people there didn’t destroy her. Father has enough to worry about. He does not need to carry any extra burdens. 

With a sigh, she threw her heavy blankets off of her body, allowing cool air to caress her skin. A single, jagged and nasty white scar on her abdomen caught her eye. Vaera followed the line vertically as it made its way up her waist and onto her left side. 

She let her eyes linger on the deformity before standing, feeling her hair swish along her bare back, cold stone biting at her feet. 

Vaera strode to her armoire, lacing her fingers around the delicate metal stem of a dahlia that served as a handle. 

The cloth and fabrics in her closet consisted of mostly black and shades of purple with hints of silver and grays. There was a banquet today, which meant there would be guests, which meant she would have to look presentable. 

Vaera reached for a reddish purple piece of clothing that hung in the farthest reaches of her armoire. She held it up to the light, taking in the intricate jasmine blooms stitched into the criss crossed fabric that made up the neckline. The sun that peaked through the windows of her room pierced the fabric, casting a soft mauve glow on the floor beneath the dress. 

The heavy oak doors flew open. Vaera jumped, the dress falling from her hands as she hid around the corner of her armoire. 

A head of brilliant scarlet hair, pulled into a messy knot on top of her head, made their way into the room. The brightest smile Vaera had ever seen plastered on the girl’s face. 

“Good morning Vae! Did you sleep ok? Have you picked out what you’re wearing yet? I heard Sorren will be there tonight, wearing purple of course.” 

“Good morning to you, Evren.” Vaera painted a soft smile onto her lips.

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I haven't been here in years. This is so weird.

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She's just a lingering thought in the dark

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You can't make me

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Summer ☀️

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If I stay awake, tomorrow will never happen

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Leave

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Dont take your eyes off me.

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there’s a difference between somebody who wants you and somebody who would do anything to keep you. remember that