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Recently, I started writing seriously a medieval fantasy TTRPG setting based on the internet, an idea I had back when I was at highschool and wrote (back then) as a joke. This time, the world of Aethernet will be serious and not a lame parody. Things will still be identifiable, of course, but this time it's not just for shits and giggles.
Ah, yes, I forgot to mention: this february, I started a new job as a clerk in a town's childcare. The ambient is noisy and chaotic, but at least it's a calm chaos (?) and I don't need to interact with the kids (all toddlers).
Escritor de temas variados, iniciou sua jornada com contos não oficiais e não publicados baseados em outras obras famosas como O Senhor dos
Somehow I forgot this page existed. Sorry for everyone who somehow still follows me.
So, about the link: it's my profile in the publisher where my book is for sale. I published it in december/2025 and right now I'm working on turning my final draft into final text for the publishing of my second book.
Just adding this info: my book is in Portuguese, but you can find an English translation on Amazon, linked here.
I wrote a song. The lyrics are 100% original mine, and I used an AI to make the melody and a female singer, just to see how it would be. It sounded so beautiful I actually cried.
I shared it with my family earlier today, and five minutes ago my mom decided to berate me, accusing me of not being the author. She asked countless times where did I get that, and by the end she stomped away after I said to her face that she doesn't believe I'm capable of doing art.
I'm hurt with her accusations.
If anyone is curious, this is the song. It's in brazilian portuguese, my main language.
Made a version in English recently.
I wrote a song. The lyrics are 100% original mine, and I used an AI to make the melody and a female singer, just to see how it would be. It sounded so beautiful I actually cried.
I shared it with my family earlier today, and five minutes ago my mom decided to berate me, accusing me of not being the author. She asked countless times where did I get that, and by the end she stomped away after I said to her face that she doesn't believe I'm capable of doing art.
I'm hurt with her accusations.
If anyone is curious, this is the song. It's in brazilian portuguese, my main language.
Us humans have to endure and tolerate. Endure and tolerate everything... but for how long?
I am running low on fucks to give.
I might break my cane onto someone's head before the month ends...
... and it'll be probably on my own head.
Despite the Universe's best attempts, I'm still alive.
... I mean, they were not the best attempts, if I'm still kicking even when I'm not even trying to fight back...
I've just noticed earlier today, I've lost all my instinct of self-preservation.
I don't want to actively off myself, no! But I won't actively work to evade possibly lethal situations I may end up facing...
Bro wil say "Yea, I'm fine" and be looking like this knight.
Art by Doug Beekman for Darkmage by Barbara Hambly (1988)
Honestly, I sometimes feel this way when I sit down to prep our next game haha.
Please wait while the Wizard finishes the installation.
Not sure I want to post shit just for posting shit or if I do it for attention.
But I WANT to post shit!
I've been less frequent on Random Short Stories than I wanted... but at least I am posting there.
I am literally sick. Multiple sclerosis. But I don't stress about it... I have heavier things on top of me.
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The dragon lady, with her serpentine body and human-like torso, looks into my eyes. I... don't know what exactly I feel under such a powerful gaze. But I know exactly what I don't feel. Fear.
Many legends and myths say that dragons instill utter terror into men's hearts, but I don't fear her. I feel... at peace? No, that's not it... I feel relaxed, almost joyful. Is this some kind of trick so her prey, me, can't escape and she can devour me more easily?
"Fear not, human." Her voice sounds melodic, but almost sad. My first instinct, as soon as my body gets back to moving, is to drop my spear by my side, almost tossing it away. Her voice has not a single drop of agression. "I can see the wounds that hurt your body, from the last battle. They are not life threatening, but you will not be able to fend for yourself until you heal them properly."
Her scaly tail, with her dorsal crest waving almost like flames, pushes me deeper into her cave on the face of the mountain, away from the storm and from the battlefield, now quiet from the battle that I survived. "Rest properly, take the time your physical body needs to heal properly. Until then..." she swirls around me, so I can look into her compassionate eyes, with an expression that looks eerily like a mixture of happiness and sadness. "Until then, let me help soothe and heal the mental scars and psychological wounds that your soul carry. I can't see them, but my heart can feel it."
I tried to interject, to ask why she's doing this, but she pressed a finger over my lips to silence me. "I don't enjoy any kind of violence, unlike the tales you may have heard about my kind. And I love life. That's why I want you to recover, so you can return to your loved ones and help their hearts rest properly... unlike mine."
A lot happened. But at the same time, a lot did not happen. Life's strange, we have to play with the cards we're dealt.