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Beastmen Are Crazy, So I Sell Them Therapy

Blanca Frostine transmigrated into the very beast-world novel she’d been reading. Great. Fantastic. Even better? This world had a massive problem. In this empire, beastmen suffered from a condition called Hysteria. When their emotions spiked, they lost control and turned into rampaging monsters. When their emotions dipped too low, they reverted into small, helpless beast cubs. Therapy existed, technically, in the form of rare energy stones—but there was a catch. The stones only worked if they were hand-carved into the exact animal form of the beastman. The more realistic the sculpture, the stronger the calming effect. The more lifelike the carving, the more times it could be reused. Which was where Blanca’s luck kicked in. In her previous life, she’d been a legendary sculptor—wealthy, talented, and famously difficult to deal with. Her works were so vivid they felt like they were breathing. People waited months just to beg for a commission, and because she had zero patience for nonsense, the art world had crowned her with a fitting title: The Sculptress. So when Blanca realized she could carve energy stones better than anyone in this world, romance was not her first concern. Powerful beast husbands? Fated mates? Tragic, handsome generals with emotional damage? She waved all of it away. “I’ll date later,” she decided calmly. “After I get rich.” And so, instead of a love story, she opened a shop. A small, suspiciously low-effort store suddenly appeared on the Regional Network, selling palm-sized sculptures carved with terrifying realism. Just looking at the screen was enough to calm raging emotions. The empire lost its mind overnight. Orders flooded in. Nobles panicked. The military took notes. Unfortunately, the shop owner was… Lazy, sharp-tongued, and deeply uninterested in customer satisfaction. “No rush orders.” “No refunds.” “Stop messaging me at 3 a.m.” “And stop flirting in the reviews.” Still, her sculptures sold out within seconds. What Blanca didn’t expect was the growing number of powerful beastmen who began appearing in her life—each claiming they just needed emotional treatment, each lingering a little too long, each staring at her hands like they were something far more dangerous than weapons. After all, in an empire full of beasts who lost control when their emotions ran wild, Blanca Frostine was the only one who could calm them with a touch. And while she kept insisting she wasn’t interested in love— Love, unfortunately, seemed very interested in her. “Screw finding a husband,” Blanca thought, carving another masterpiece. “…Why do they keep lining up anyway?”
Admiral_Blue · 48.5k Views

Fancy a Second Life?

Kade Lennox, a 25‑year‑old call‑centre worker from Glasgow, has three constants in his life: lukewarm tea, late‑night Doctor Who reruns with the ghost of his dad’s laughter in his ears, and the gnawing guilt of the night he froze while his best mate was beaten on the pavement and then walked out of his life. He has quietly decided he’s a coward, even if he’d never say the word out loud. ​ One rainy evening, hurrying to another nothing shift, Kade sees an eight‑year‑old girl step into the path of a speeding truck. This time, his body moves before his fear does. He drags her clear—and takes the impact himself. Instead of darkness, he wakes on the Edge: a strange, white nowhere perched on the lip of a bottomless cliff, face to face with an old man who calls himself a Guardian of the Edge and speaks with all the voices Kade has ever trusted, including his dad’s. ​ At the Edge, Kade learns he is dead but not yet gone. This is the threshold every mind passes in the moment of dying. Step over the cliff, and there is no return. Turn away, and—if he chooses—he can be sent back. Not to his old life, but to a new one: reborn as a Time Lord in a universe he knows only from episodes and box sets, offered a second life he’s dreamed of and never truly believed he deserved. ​ Given ten stolen minutes of borrowed time, a teapot that tastes like home, and the worst sales pitch in cosmic history, Kade must decide whether to rest at last or take on a life of impossible planets, monsters, and the constant risk of failing bigger than he ever could on Earth. The Doctor’s old creed—never be cruel, never be cowardly, hate is foolish, love is wise—suddenly stops being a quote on a screen and becomes the standard Kade will be held to across galaxies. If he chooses the second life, Kade will wake on Gallifrey not as a fan, but as one of them: a new Time Lord with a taste for 60s music, a retro TARDIS, a misbehaving bit of psychic paper, and more power to help or harm than he ever wanted. He’ll collect companions he’s afraid to love, artefacts he hides behind, and a reputation for talking his way out of trouble while quietly falling apart. Each world he visits will force him to confront the very things he tried to leave behind on that Glasgow road: guilt, cowardice, love, and the terror of letting people get close when they can be taken away. ​ Fancy a Second Life? is a character‑driven, bittersweet sci‑fi novel about a very ordinary man offered the most extraordinary escape hatch imaginable—and discovering that becoming a hero in a universe he adored from his sofa is much harder than quoting it. It’s about second chances, the cost of running, and learning that bravery isn’t a moment in front of a truck, but a choice you make every day afterward.
Rj_Holloway · 6k Views