Soma Julius

A collection of emotional fragments, gothic fiction, dark fashion, and unfinished worlds. Stories about loneliness, memory, and unreal love. Story blueprints & loglines for dark fiction writers. fiverr link below https://pro.fiverr.com/s/qDW7mRZ

[soma-julius]

Hi everyone. I wanted to share something I do outside of writing my book.

I create story blueprints for psychological horror, Gothic fiction, and dark fantasy. A full narrative foundation with logline, character arcs, plot structure, themes, and alternate endings. I also write custom loglines for authors and screenwriters who need a compelling pitch.

If you're stuck on your plot or need a strong hook for your novel, I can help. I have a free sample called The Babysitter if you want to see what a blueprint looks like before committing.

Everything is on Fiverr. Link in my bio. Or message me if you have questions. No pressure ever.

[perlmuttbluete]

I’ve always loved the things that make me look soft on the outside, even when I’m not. Ballet. Contemporary. Paint under my fingernails. Clay drying in the cracks of my hands. Instruments that make my silence feel less embarrassing. I don’t know how to exist without turning it into something. What am I even here for if not for art and expression, if not for this constant urge to spill myself into something that outlives me for a second? What is a life worth if nothing is left behind except a body that did its job and stayed quiet? I don’t want quiet. I want what I touched to remember me. Something bent by my hands. Something stained by my emotion. Something that trembled the way I did and still kept its shape.

-Notes from the bathroom floor

[soma-julius]

[soma-julius]

My first attempt at rendering.

For a long time now I've forgotten about drawing. I do sketch easily on paper but digital art is something else. So I've started taking online tutorials for lighting and shadows which is the main part that confuses me. Rendering too. I hope I learn fast enough to make my book's art.

[cryptid-corpse]

They should invent a form of existence that isn't just an endless loop of waking up and feeling misunderstood and alone

[dreamingdoves-blog]

Numb.

I feel numb. I don’t feel real. It’s as if I’m watching my own life unfold without me, as though my soul stepped out and left behind a lifeless corpse running on autopilot.

But I do feel. I feel far too much—and somehow nothing at all.

Who am I?

I don’t know.

Ask me my favourite colour, my favourite food, my favourite hobby. I couldn’t tell you. I want to talk about my feelings, but what am I supposed to say when I don’t even know what I feel?

Nothing.

Or maybe everything.

I don’t have a personality anymore. I’ve faded into a machine, a mechanical robot that simply does what it’s programmed to do while I sit back and watch.

Make a decision? Choose something? There are too many options. I don’t know what I want because I don’t know anything about myself.

Only confusion.

The world spins around and around. Sometimes I feel dizzy, as if everything is moving and nobody else notices. Maybe they don’t. Maybe they can’t.

Nobody seems to think I’m different.

Maybe I’m not.

Maybe all of this is happening only inside my head.

But I feel numb.

I am numb.

I don’t feel real.

And sometimes I wonder—

Am I real at all?

[soma-julius]

I'm numb.

The soul has lost its colors. I go through life like a programmed machine who've learned to not expect much from people.

I've lived for people and not myself. You know when you function to the point you become part of the system but not noticed?

Always showing up, but sadly the spark is gone.

Functional depression I call it.

[soma-julius]

Some people spend their lives trying to be noticed.

Others discover entire worlds while everyone is looking away.

[soma-julius]

10 posts!

[soma-julius]

Some people spend their lives trying to be noticed.

Others discover entire worlds while everyone is looking away.

[soma-julius]

I've been quietly working on a story called I Recommend Love.

It's a gothic horror story about loneliness, memory, childhood, and the people who stay with us even after they're gone.

I think I'm finally ready to start talking about it.

[soma-julius]

Wearing something I made.

[lavenderpanic]

all of my writing is actually just thinly-veiled fantasy about being seen at your worst and still being loved

[soma-julius]

I write the opposite.

People who deserve love but can't find it because they're themselves.

People who have to survive by erasing the line between reality and what shouldn't exist.

Love is luck. Most times it doesn't find the ones that deserve it.

[somewordsarebiggerthanothers]

[soma-julius]

That's why it's always said, check on your strong friends. It's always the ones who's life looks perfect from the outside.

[soma-julius]

And people never noticed...

[soma-julius]

I've always thought having a superpower was all about strength, blasts, fusion, all of that. But it isn't.

I learned the hard way that I have a superpower. Being invisible, no matter how hard I try.

At first it felt like a curse. I kept wondering what I was doing wrong, what made me so different. Then I realised it was just me being myself. I'd been attending a costume party with my face uncovered the whole time. A puzzle piece that never fits.

But I can't compromise, so I accepted my power. Just like in the movies. Cyborg hated his power before he accepted it. I had to do the same.

I'm only noticed in my head, so I had to look inward. I started paying attention to my mind and found a pattern. It isn't wired like everyone else's, but I fell in love with it anyway.

My mind creates worlds that aren't beautiful yet feel perfect. I started writing as an escape into those worlds. It's the only way I can be seen. Not as a person, but as a feeling. A world.

So this superpower is what makes me special and strange. In my dictionary, weird means rare, beautiful, and authentic.

I hope you embrace your superpower too.

To the invisibles.

[soma-julius]

I've always thought having a superpower was all about strength, blasts, fusion, all of that. But it isn't.

I learned the hard way that I have a superpower. Being invisible, no matter how hard I try.

At first it felt like a curse. I kept wondering what I was doing wrong, what made me so different. Then I realised it was just me being myself. I'd been attending a costume party with my face uncovered the whole time. A puzzle piece that never fits.

But I can't compromise, so I accepted my power. Just like in the movies. Cyborg hated his power before he accepted it. I had to do the same.

I'm only noticed in my head, so I had to look inward. I started paying attention to my mind and found a pattern. It isn't wired like everyone else's, but I fell in love with it anyway.

My mind creates worlds that aren't beautiful yet feel perfect. I started writing as an escape into those worlds. It's the only way I can be seen. Not as a person, but as a feeling. A world.

So this superpower is what makes me special and strange. In my dictionary, weird means rare, beautiful, and authentic.

I hope you embrace your superpower too.

To the invisibles.

[soma-julius]

From my book, I RECOMMEND LOVE.