Stories

I love isekai trash. I'm sort of an expert on the topic at this point. So I feel like my first idea has to be isekai trash. The idea is the First Sage, credit with creating magic becomes complacent in heaven to the point God believes he would do well to return to the world to feel something again. (The layers of Irony in that are not lost and I hope you feel the same) Upon his return he finds that magic has been watered down to set rules that are followed like law that limit the depth of magic itself. From here The Sage easily outclass any magic user but because he's a sage he doesn't seek earthly desires, rather he yearns for people to reconnect with magic itself so he travels the world breaking magic taboos he believe were designed to restrict the freedom of the people.

"Fellow ~~~~, It is of upmost importance we figure this out. For we reach heaven, yet we still seek beyond." xX- begged "Does He have not nothing to say?" /xI "It is Written, he says." /// A shared moan, heard many of time yet lays most shared among. 6.2.26

This one is kind of a psudo passion project as mine as certain elements of this story we're formed from a long string of pshycosis I suffered(?) through between 2018-2025. So a lot of relgious, sexual, and philosphical elments play a huge role in this story. The story follows a man in his mid-late 20's who is the sole knight of a forgotten order.In this world "Knights" are of a magic caste in a society that lives in union with gods and goddess. Think "Is it wrong to pick up girls in a dungeon" but there all fictional dieties (or not, I haven't decided how deep I want to go) These Knights works as civil protectors, workers, and soldiers. The power of the gods is based on followers.

The Bog Knight, as a young boy, is lost in a swamp after his village is burned down in a raid by bandits. There he comes across an old hag who is surprised to find that the boy isn't scared. The Hag raises the boy and it's later revealed that the hag is actually an old god, goddess of marsh. and the boys devotion to her is what rekindles her power.

I really wanted to write a story that reflects on what it means to be "a man" and self-worth.

Before you burn me and call me cringe for my self-insert story I'd like ask that you just let me cook first. It wasn't that I wanted to write a story about myself, but rather build a world that I'd want to move through. The world is called THE SHOAL. Unlike our world which is one large planetary mass, the Shoal is actually a space archpeloge made up of fragments of a once larger planet, destroyed in an ancient war called "The Fracture", held together with a liquid-like substance called "C-water". C-water unlike regualr water has subtle gravitational properties as well as other traits still being discovered by scientist. Special ships designed to navigate the unstable Seawater Ways that connected The Shoal.

I wish there was a way to keep track of updates to my writing without me needing to tell you what day it is. The super curious could probably check the update logs, but where is the fun in that. I'll think of something in my coding to get it set up but for the time being, my dumb opinions. I read this series you will hear about again and again, The Witch and the Knight Will Survive. WKS for short. the only thing I can say is DANG IT! I feel like a little of this idea was stolen, but at the sametime it was crazy seeing something so similar to what I thought be printed to paper. I had to pick it up. With that said I would love to build off this idea even further so in the near future. again I wish we could keep track of dates of updates, but I'll make a new tab for "attempts at actually writing these stories" or chapters, nerd. and this is the story I would really love write. At the VERY LEAST, I need to turn this into a pathfinders module cause I really think a gun mechanic could work. I'll ask my friends if they want to play tabletop. I digress. 5.14.26

CG takes place in a world I really want to use for a Tabletop campaign with friends. While I could do D&d 5e and but a new can of paint over it, it would be hard to include more ranged options as firearms would be in this world. So I would like to use a cover/mobility and armor system. armor wouldn't function as a means to dodge damage but rather reduce it. and cover would be the main factor for aim hit chances. No cover would have DC of 5, partial cover would raise it to 8, half cover 12, and full cover 18. Cover Type would determine how strong the cover is against explosive and armor piercing munition. Mobility would be the other fact that plays into dodging attacks 6.14.2026

This story follows the main character Jonah a normal person in their early-mid 20's fresh out of Cradle University into New Nineveh. New Nineveh is a high growth city with plenty of opportunity, both good and evil. Jonah having fresh eyes for the world leads him to believe that the world greets those who welcome it but finds that not all smiles are the same. Jonah is drugged one night with a new drug called "Awaken" and is sent to another world called "The Dream". Here the desires/doubts/will of people manifest into beast called "Reslove". Those who are able to control their reslove in the dream are called Visionaries. Jonah is confronted by his reslove named Anodos. Undefine and no real vision for his life Jonah and Anodos don't fight but rather accept eachother in an attempt to help eachother out, making Jonah a new Visionary. Once Jonah awakens from the dream he finds that Anodos has taking the form of a keychain. The rest of the story follows Jonah and Anodos' day to day life in New Nineveh. Along the way Jonah meets other visionaries with different goals.

I love the story of New Nineveh as it's really a self-reflection of my own life, or perhaps a dream for the future, idk, future is fake lol. But I love the concept of what our lives are. living stories. and I felt I lived an interesting enough life to bullshit the rest into a longer story. Jokes aside I would for sure call this story a persona fanfic and that's part of the reason I would love to just take this to AO3 and bare what curses it has in store. but this place is also special so at the very least you get to see the "birthplace" of the idea, should it ever come.5.14.26

If New Nineveh was the first entry of the series a second entry would come with Lionsgate. A coastal city within the same country as New Nineveh. Perhaps a character of a different name or Jonah himself would come here. Lionsgate, known to those who live there as Leo-City, Lion's Den, and LGate is divided into 12 sections, named Den's. A pit of lions that the hero is thrown into. From there they navigate the city with it's culture of many cultures clashing like beast and making new things in this conflict. it's a sublte idea I had 5.31.26

Daniel/Dan would be a fantastic name for a hero among lions. with obvious tones, but they're simple enough and People who I know need to hear these stories will understand. Even children. I digress. A system more focused on 1-time interactions. waving to a person, and interacting with the community itself. In New Nineveh there is sense of close knit groups in a dog-eat dog world~. soft be spoken at times.~ In Lionsgate a belief in humanity would play the center role. Service to the fellow man. 6.2.26

Daniel encounters a patch of misfortune and finds himself on the street. From here he must get to where he wants to be. Where that is is to be decided. But for now let's assume it isn't to dissimilar to Jonah. What makes Daniel's journey different is the networking system. While Jonah met each friend independently of eachother, Daniel most make connections through connections. By enteracting with the connections he already has he descoveries new connections. He is also able to see "future" connections or "end goals" and can see the lines that connect him and his goal. from there he can help the connections he meets to build rapport through service, communication and activies. Sacrifice is crucial for success and Daniel will have to make a lot of them to get where he's aiming, but the more connections he has the easier it gets. 6.14.26

The City of Lionsgate isn't that different from a jungle with elaborate greenspaces and the plant-life engulfs nearly every den of the city in wild and exotic ways. But not all Dens are lush in green. Den 5 Is an industrial Port with Refineries of idk oil or something we all know where we are. Here the Plant life is fighting back against the production of product. 6.14.26

A Village that is settled in the mountains only knows peace. But while most villagers enjoy their mundane lives, The village Tanner holds a secret. Living on the edge of village due to the smell of his craft he is the the front line of defense that protect his home from the forces of the dark. The Tanner is a monster hunter, equipped with his tools of the trade. I like the idea of an outcast, shunned by his people, still holds the line for them out of honnor. I once heard a saying, "Honor is only valuable to those foolish enough to die for it" and that really stuck with me. I didn't make me value the idea of honor less, but really hold my decision to do so higher. I'm a fool by the worlds eyes to seek out something with no worth to the world. In that pursuit I'm shunned. But despite that, the good works I do in that pursuit benefited others. So while it wasn't worthwild for myself, the sense of knowing it assisted another is a prize in itself.

I recently read the 10th volume of Frieren Beyond Journey's End and the story of Macht makes me think about my original idea for this story. Along with that I finished another manga recently called The Witch and The Knight will Survive. I work by Dai Chikamoto and Gonbe Shinkawa, super short, only 3 volumes, please pick it up. I promise it's pretty on your shelf. Anyways and I couldn't help thinking of this Tanner. A man rejected by his town due to superstition and the hero holding no concept of guilt or malice. He could simply be protecting the village because he "feels like it" for a very long time. a true monster who had set his eyes on what was in the wild, rather than the home that rejected him. what if, along the way he is met in the woods by a trickster beast, or truth beast, who shows him what the villagers think. without malice would he care? or would it cause a stir in him that it doesn't affect him at all? This idea of "I protect them, but they hate me." "They hate me and I feel nothing?" "what would I feel if their fears were right" IDK, garbo writing detected, but maybe there is a better writer out there that gets the vision. 5.14.26

A boy sits on the fence post of his Father's house. Within the house is his family all loving and full of joy. Everything is safe and calm. There are no worries in the house but the boy sat in the yard for he didn't like the noise. As the Boy played in the yard he knew the trees and flowers. The Animals on the ground and the sky. He grew to love what he saw. One day the boy made his way to the fence and heard a sad voice. A crying and weeping.

When I first had the idea of The Fence my faith was in a place I wasn't sure of. I've grown in the Church all my life, even dedicated focus towards pursuing God for four years. Good came out of it, but what is good versus what is useful are two very different things. So I was on the Fence about my faith. I knew my soul was secure, but it felt like nothing else in my life went the way I wanted. So I sat on the fence, thinking, what would my life look like on the outside. the beauty of the fence is even in the Father's yard, you're still outside of his house. a sample of life without God in a place where you know he'll find you. and more importantly, you'll find him. A wanted to write a story about what it looks like to leave the faith, not out of bitterness, or spite. How can I blame God for protecting me but not granting my every wish? you can't, that's not really his role. But what does life look like to a sinner who doesn't follow God? So that was the start of the Fence. But I couldn't see myself writing it because even when I stopped going to church, and I stopped reading my bible and I started hanging around people who didn't go to church I noticed something. Nothing changed. I had more freetime I spent on interested that really didn't fullfil me. I spent time with amazing people who still let me down. and I lost my job on my own accord and moved back home. Ok, perhaps that last part is different, but the choices that lead up to that were hardly out of alignment. At least, that was my interpretation.

See, this would have been a great example of having an auto update tracker cause this night was so critical. this paragraph was like a brake through. I love that my blog is where the hot mess shit is supposed to happened meanwhile I'm lowkey trauma dumping in my ideas tab. But hey, that's the point of creative outlets. Y'all just have the misfortune of reading my breakdowns in real time. Ladies, take some sage wisedom. If a Leo man doesn't have a creative outlet. not a side hussle (money corrupts the heart), not a sports club (working out is for you physical health, not spiritual health). He's the problem. and Men, have a true creative outlet. You don't have to be stupid like me and post it on the internet. I think that's fun, cause we all get to learn a little more about eachother, but don't kill yourself over who sees it. I'm an open-book for better or worse. but as much as I fear people hating me, the truth is, they really don't hate me at all. or don't hate me enough. idk, please feel free to yell at me, I like verbal conflict from time to time if it's productive, but keep your bitterness to yourself. Where there - I lost track of what I was typing, holy word vomit. 5.14.26