Call me Hendo. She/her. I write mostly fantasy and sci-fi, with the occasional horror short story.
Happy to beta read/critique swap most things. Don't be afraid to message about something. In particular, if you've got a flying scene you need eyes on, I'm a pilot--I might be able to help.
Here's what I've got going on. Might do proper WIP introductions if there's interest. Questions, tags, and ask games are welcome!
WIPs
Seed - sci-fi - 12k/55k?
Think Flowers for Algernon meets Mickey 7. Mayfly clones with a research grant.
The first draft for this thing is, for some reason, turning out to be mostly dialogue, which is a bit odd and going to be an absolute PITA to edit up later.
Molly's Maple Mill - cozy fantasy - 35k/70k
"The trouble with semi-sentient maple trees wasn't that they were sentient, but that they weren't sentient enough."
Small town vibes, MC must figure out how to stop her sugar grove from migrating before the next tapping season. Lots of small magic and random things becoming semi sentient/sentient, including Rock, the MC's pet rock.
Tyrant for Sale/Tombspell - high fantasy - 6k/120k
Book 2 in Prince for Hire/Wordbound.
The end goal for Prince was for Kiris to willingly accept a hug; the end goal for this is for Kiris to realize he can give them, too. Also, gotta overthrow a tyrant.
On the Habitats of Gods - academia/high fantasy - 25k/???k (too long)
Think Pokemon's Pokopia meets Emily Wilde's Encyclopedia of Faeries
In the same universe as Prince/Tyrant, set about 6 months prior. The MC is a student sorcerer working towards her house scholar degree, but in order to pass her alchemy practical, she must complete an independent study. She chooses to research the difference between ingredients unwillingly and willingly given--which is to say, she needs to figure out how to attract gods, and quickly. It's a good thing the cute inquisitor-select student is being forced to help her out.
Untitled - YA fantasy - 3k/70k?
Mermaid flying fish dragon shifters + balls/debutante season.
This thing's mostly concept art right now, I'll be honest.
Completed
Reverberate - military space opera - 105k
Some Desperate Glory + The Vorkosigan Saga
Status: shelved, but realizing there's some spots for edits, so poking at it in my spare time.
Wordbound (formerly: Prince for Hire) - high fantasy - 112k
"When a fugitive god-king whose involuntary prophecies create reality foresees the death of his adoptive parent, he infiltrates an empire’s hostage court to undo his parent’s prophecy before his parent realizes he murdered them."
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Reason for Deleting: This was the concept scene. AKA, the one I just couldn't get out of my head before there was even a story, much less an outlined novel. So: most of my concept/scratch the itch scenes, despite being the base the story's built on, don't survive into a later draft (hell, this one didn't even survive draft one).
Ways to Fix: Nothing to fix! It's a concept sketch, and it did its job.
Excerpt Length: Eh, 1k. The full sketch.
Context: It figures itself out as it goes. MC is a mermaid-dragon shifter trying to figure out how to attend human balls so she can raise money to go home.
She’d tried. She’d tried. But it wasn’t enough, and now she’d cost the professors another dress, and she couldn’t even take it off because it was all caught in her spines. The offending bones flared with her frustration, and so did the plates over her gills, and the pressure against the soft tissue hurt and made her flare even more and it was so stupid. So stupid.
Lete forced herself to inhale through her nose to use her lungs. She’d done this to herself. She was fine. And if she could just convince herself of it, maybe—just maybe—she could control her stupid reflexes. Her stupid reflexes were of another mind.
Lete hissed and cursed herself for the instinct, growled, and then cursed herself more. She wasn’t—she wasn’t human. But this was her idea. She had to see it through.
Propping her chin in her hands, she used her lungs, her nostrils flaring with every breath until finally, her gills stopped pressing against the bindings, the plates settling back into place. The ache faded so abruptly she nearly flared in relief, but she managed to force herself to inhale dramatically instead.
The dress was still caught in her spines.
Lete played the soft part of her tongue against the broad, crushing teeth in the back of her palette and turned to better see the damage in the mirror. She belatedly turned her hiss into a sigh.
Today’s victim was blue like the scales on the back of her hands. The fabric was wedged under her spines, the fine bones poking through so regular it was as if they were part of the dress. The only sign they weren’t was how the dress had begun to tear around them, exposing the white wrappings she was using to hide her gills and keep the squishy balls she’d set on her chest in place.
Gently, Lete tugged on the dress. Her spines held it in place, and when she tried pulling it up, it tore. She stopped. Even her gill bindings were threatening to split.
The air shifted. The vibrations were nearly imperceptible with how deadened this form made the lateral lines in her hair. Her sense of taste fared little better, though the newcomer tasted like Professor Samaya.
“I did it again,” Lete said, without turning. She followed Samaya by taste and vibration as she neared. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s alright.” Samaya’s voice was distorted in the air, tinny-sounding like everything else, but Lete liked to think her voice was gentle and melodic. Unless Samaya suddenly was able to speak through water, she’d never know for sure. “I brought you something.”
Lete turned. Samaya held a box, sealed tight—the professors were becoming too good at surprises. Lete wasn’t sure she liked that they could hide things. Then, Samaya wriggled open the lid.
Salt. Life. Oysters.
The dress tore more and gills rebelled against the wrap and Lete’s blood burned for the air. Samay shut the box but the taste lingered and use your lungs, you dolt.
“Let’s get you out of that, first,” Samaya said. “I brought scissors.”
Lete forced down her gills and used her lungs. “The dress will be ruined.”
“It’ll make a fine set of pillowcases.” Samaya gestured for her to stand. “Let me know if I’m too close to your hair, okay?”
It didn’t matter. She’d have to get used to it. Debutantes couldn’t attend balls with their hair—even if half of it wasn’t actually hair, just looked it—all wild and loose. They couldn’t do that, just as surely as they couldn’t attend with their hands bare of gloves.
The scissors slit the fabric cleaner than her spines, and the ruined dress fell in a heap.
Samaya tsked. “The bindings are a lost cause, too.”
Lete only remembered to grab the flesh-toned balls as they began to fall with the wrappings. The pressure against her torso evaporated. This time, when she flared, it didn’t hurt. She set the balls on the vanity. They squished under their own weight.
“Still some fabric stuck on your spines, dear,” Samaya said, but she handed Lete the box. “You enjoy while I finish up.”
Lete nodded. As Samaya’s warm fingers brushed the scales near her spine, Lete opened the box and basked in salt-life-home. Eventually, Lete took the first oyster and crushed it against her palette, and delighted, perhaps too much, in grinding it smaller the farther down her throat it went. Samaya’s fingers worked more deftly the more Lete relaxed.
“It’s more than a week since you last shifted,” Samaya said, and Lete ate another oyster. “You must be tired.”
Lete flicked her spines—the ones Samaya wasn’t working on—and followed it with a shrug. “This is me, too. And I won’t be able to shift when the season starts. I need to become used to it.”
Samaya hummed, which was not a growl, and Lete managed to keep herself relaxed with another oyster.
“Til and I were planning to go swimming tomorrow. There’s a lake—freshwater, I’m afraid—on the far side of the estate. It’s lovely this time of year, if you’d like to join.”
“A lake?”
“A body of water larger than a pond, smaller than a sea.”
Lete tilted her head. Then, she turned. Too abruptly—damn it—but at least Samaya didn’t startle anymore. Or, at least not badly.
“Do you think this is a bad idea?” Lete asked. She gestured at the tattered dress and bindings, the fake-breasts to make her look like a human female of spawning age. “This. Do you think this is a bad idea?”
“Dear?”
“Look at me,” Lete said. “I’m not human.” She had seen both Samaya and Til without clothes, now, much to both’s embarrassment; but she had the features of neither. And it was more than just appearance—more than the spines on her back, or the gills she longed to breathe through, or anything reproductive. Physically, externally, with dresses and gloves and hair accessories, she could appear human. That was the purpose of this form. But it was her teeth. Her senses. Her swim bladder. Her body language. Everything else. And this was the most ‘human’ she could ever be.
You know it's early in the novel when we get a snazzy little dressing scene.
Tagging @avrablake, @writingamongther0ses, @aalinaaaaaa, and open tag.
Tyrant for Sale/Prince for Hire 2
Perhaps to echo Prince Nazvili, the overtunic was a dramatic garnet Kiris had never had the pleasure of wearing before. Rather desperately, Nensk appeared he wished to adorn Kiris with bangles, or jewels, or other such sparkly things, but Aslana managed to discourage him from such, not in the least because Kiris presently had no bangles, jewels, or sparkly things other than sleeve pins, cloak and shawl pins, and his second prince coronet. Instead, the only decoration Kiris wore was his tomb guard shawl, and a white cloak of such delicate make it shimmered translucent in his hand. The cloak waved dramatically with every shift of his weight or breath of wind.
A Book of Creatures by @a-book-of-creatures doesn't update these days but is another thing along these lines, really huge, fully illustrated all by the author and cites all sources
'Adverse weather!' the Mechmaster spat, throwing the paper down on the table. 'He fits like a child to see these machines returned, and the moment they're within his grasp, he drags his heels. Are the Irish now afraid of a drop of rain?'
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Have I mentioned I love these characters. because. well. let's just say I'm fond of them
'Indeed,' Edwin said grimly. 'The development of such a machine under such secrecy is surely grounds for mistrust.'
'And if Ireland feels Britain is antagonising them, together with the withholding of their invention, the president will surely declare war,' Jonathan finished. 'He's not known for his diplomacy.'
'And the first hammer will fall on Fin,' Edwin added. His hand on Finlay's back was warm and somewhat possessive: Finlay struggled to suppress a shiver. Xavier peered at them as if they were a puzzle he couldn't quite make out.
'Edwin,' Xavier began at last, 'you've been making some implications that I'm unsure how to interpret.'
Jonathan burst into loud, heartfelt laughter. 'Xavier, my dear,' they gasped, 'how very astute of you!'
Steampunk dragons taglist (let me know if you want to be added or removed!): @sarandipitywrites, @space-writes, @melpomene-grey, @finickyfelix, @bi-focal12, @leahpardo-pa-potato, @aohendo
reading a historical romance novel and reflecting on the way these stories often present woke nobility for the contemporary reader. a big thing is servants. you can’t not have servants in those times but many modern readers think “but I would never have servants. it would be so weird to have servants” and in order to make the protagonists of the story more relatable they are actually friends with the servants. but flip your perspective and think of it from the side of the servants. wouldn’t it be so awful if your boss was always trying to be friends with you. a really common thing you’ll see is the woke baronet having tea in the kitchen with the servants bc he’s not like other baronets. but what if your boss wanted to hang out and talk during your lunch break every day. not so charming when you think about it that way
#okay but now what is the optimal way to be a good boss in this situation i genuinely wanna know#its easy to guess what makes a bad boss or a mid boss. but what is a good boss#specifically in such a highly structured hierarchal situation (via @rainbowroach)
HELLO you are asking questions that literature and poetry THROUGHOUT the middle ages has asked, and it is from this questioning that we derive things like the Codes of Chivalry (which is not "how to treat a noble lady really nice" but is actually "how to be an ethical person when you're rich and you own a horse" and includes such things as "don't run people over with your horse")
In fact I daresay you already know instinctively just from cultural osmosis what a good boss -- a good liege lord -- is and does based on the tropes that have survived to the current day and the kinds of things that get Hugely Praised in things like legends of King Arthur.
A good boss (liege lord) is:
Merciful. He is not having his peasants killed for things like poaching rabbits during a famine. In fact, he is working to mitigate famine. During times of individual hardship, he might negotiate with a peasant for a payment plan on their annual rent.
Patient. He is not impulsive, he does not lose his temper.
Prudent. He makes choices that are thoughtful, considered, conservative (in the sense of not needlessly risky--he's not investing his entire fortune in having everyone plant an unproven crop). He is making sure local infrastructure like roads and public buildings are maintained and kept in good nick.
Gentle. He doesn't haul off and slap a servant or a tenant for breaking a dish or making a mistake. He doesn't abuse animals, his wife or children, or his employees. He doesn't rape the servants.
Generous (both in money and in spirit). He is not extorting the peasants for an amount of rent that is beyond their means, he is not raising taxes every year to cover his own lavish lifestyle. He is paying his servants a living wage (or, if wages are low, he's giving them room/board/clothing to make up the difference). If someone in a tenant's family dies, the lord is sending a gift of condolence, or helping to pay for the funeral, or possibly even ATTENDING the funeral and speaking a few kind words about the deceased, ESPECIALLY if they were a really upstanding and important member of the community. If one of his tenants is gravely sick, the lord is sending a basket of food or paying for a doctor. He is giving charitably (generally this will be, like, a bequest to the church so that they can run a hospital or an orphanage or a school for the local village children).
Pious. This classically means "goes to church, submits with humility to God" but to me this quality is subtextually standing in for "maintaining an ongoing sense of Perspective that HE'S not god, that there are higher powers he is Accountable to, that he too can be Judged, etc, so that he doesn't end up going on a weird fucked up power trip"
Humble. One of the most admiring things you hear about a lord doing in literature and epic poetry is, "He ate off of wooden plates while his followers ate off of gold and silver." Humility isn't about being meek, it's just about not thinking so much of yourself that you turn your nose up and sneer at what "lesser" people do. In other words: Don't be a fucking diva. If your carriage gets stuck in the mud, climb out and help everybody else push, you're not gonna die from getting mud on your shoes.
Condescending. This word has changed wildly in meaning/tone over the last couple centuries -- it's now a rude thing to do (because we've done away with legal social hierarchies, so someone acting like they're lowering themselves to your level IS insulting), but in older times, a high-ranking person "condescending" to a servant was worthy of praise and admiration: it means they were setting aside rank and privilege to speak to them with the easygoing, friendly respect and compassion they'd give a peer. This is things like... Treats those beneath him with courtesy and respect (ie: listens soberly and attentively when one of his servants or tenants comes to complain about a problem). Having a sense of humor and kindness about it when the lord and a servant both come around a corner at the same time and run into each other and the servant gets knocked to the ground and starts babbling apologies--the condescending (positive) lord helps them to their feet with his own hands and cracks a joke to show them that it's ok (as opposed to just walking off without a word or insulting/scolding them). This is also things like trusting a farmer, woodcutter, or artisan to speak with expertise about their own livelihood and taking their advice into consideration if they tell the lord that one of his ideas won't work.
Good boundaries. The ethical liege lord knows that it's normal for the staff to probably be softly bitching about him in private (even with a really good boss, we all grumble from time to time). He's not eavesdropping on them, he's not going into the staff areas where they should reasonably expect to have a degree of privacy, etc.
Righteous and protective of "the weak". The "weak" here doesn't necessarily mean physically weak, this is often used in the sense of someone politically or socially weak, aka The Marginalized -- the poor, the disabled, women, children, the elderly, etc. If a lord sees someone like this being mistreated or abused, he's supposed to step in and put a stop to that.
Committed to reciprocity. In a highly hierarchical system like feudalism, every person (from the lowest peasant all the way up to the crown prince) legally OWES their liege lord certain things (taxes, labor, service, loyalty, etc). A good liege remembers and takes very seriously the idea that this should be a balanced and reciprocal relationship -- in other words, he owes something BACK. Feudalism is modeled very strongly on the family system: If children owe their parents obedience and service, then parents owe their children care and protection. This still applies when the "child" is a farmer and the "parent" is a local baron. Or when the "child" is a duke and the "parent" is the king.
Basically, we get so caught up in the aesthetics of nobility that we forget that it literally is a managerial position that comes with responsibilities that were... very similar back in the day to the same ones we have now. Humans have not changed all that much. At the end of the day, a really good boss in the 1400s versus in one from the 2020s displays most of the same qualities of personality, even if the details of execution are different.
The next question is, of course, "well, but this theoretical liege lord is HIGHLY idealized -- how often did that actually HAPPEN? Wasn't it more likely that everyone was exploited all the time?" and to that I say: Well, maybe. But again, I don't think humans have changed all that much. Just like the bosses of today, there's a SPECTRUM: A really really good boss is rare and precious and one that you tell stories about for years after you've left that job, but a truly, genuinely, homicidally nightmarish boss is also pretty rare. Most bosses are sort of meh -- they have their good moments, they have their shitty moments, but they're tolerable and you can get along with them well enough to do your job, and then you roll your eyes at them behind their back. Generally, humans don't take outright exploitation lying down. Being a bad boss in the historical period is how you get peasant uprisings and revolts, and you know that to be true because your parents raised you with that knowledge, so unless you are very stupid or inbred or an egomaniac, there is literal personal incentive to at minimum be a Tolerable liege lord. And that means hitting at least SOME of the above bullet points.
TL;DR: In the words of Honore de Balzac, "Everything I have just told you can be summarized by an old word: noblesse oblige!"
(for more discussions of the ethics of fealty and what it means to be a good boss when you are an exquisitely beautiful twink of a prince with a hot beefy bodyguard.... [fingerguns] read A Taste of Gold and Iron)
I feel awful because life came and kicked me in the teeth and I haven’t read the draft you sent me.
I will get to it…eventually, if you still want me to.
My question/prompt:
For Kiris, Iiriok, and Batar—They can each have any one physical item. What do they want?
Alternatively, I think I need a college AU with these three. What do they each study, what clubs or societies do they join? How did they meet each other and how do they interact?
It's all good! Life happens. If you still want to, I've got a newer version of the manuscript I can send you, but again, it's all good if not.
Kiris: food. He's pretty simple like that. If food is not an option, he'll take a piece of jewelry that he can...exchange for food. If that's not an option, he'll take a nice, thick blanket.
Iiriok: this man can have basically any object he wants by nature of being him, but--
Something he would like most, which he can't normally get, would be a gift--of anything--from Kiris.
Batar: physically and metaphorically? Her father's crown. Purely physical, though? Some sort of undetectable, invisible ink for messages.
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College AU fuck yeah!
Kiris is a history major with a focus in archival studies. He's a excellent student--when he shows up. His attendance record, if anyone is keeping track, however, is by far and away the worst in the college. But when he shows up, his work is brilliant. He's...also not actually enrolled in said college, however--too paranoid about being found--and is not part of any club (but also somehow always knows which clubs have an event with free food and will show up for those, so he's accidentally become the campus cryptid). There's an instagram page dedicated to sightings of him.
Iiriok is a law student but somehow also had the time to get a major in both poli-sci and economics. He dominates the debate club, is captain of the D1 soccer team, and almost always shows up for any community service type event which put out a call for volunteers. This man is a legend around campus for the opposite reasons as Kiris. His popularity is also helped by the fact that, you know, he's legitimately royalty. He shares a few classes with Kiris, when Kiris shows up, and is greatly concerned about Kiris' well being (or lack thereof).
Batar, of course, is also royalty, but she's not quite as popular and makes no effort to be. So long as she has a group of students and teachers willing to do her bidding for a chance to earn her favor--so long as they believe she might even give it--she sees no need to overachieve, or even be likable. She's a criminology major with a minor in psychology and isn't part of any club or society. That said, she and Iiriok are sharing a house off-campus, so he'll sometimes drag her into whatever event he's participating in, spinning it as 'a chance to garner expendable goodwill.' Although she shares no classes or any overlap with Kiris, she does know that Iiriok is, for whatever reason, concerned about that guy, so after one of Kiris' many disappearances, saunters on down to the overpass, picks him up like a stray kitten, and informs him that he'll be living in one of the spare rooms from there on out.
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Proof of 500 in Tyrant for Sale!
The doctor had made no comment on the blue Kiris was certain was specking his irises despite his hold over the realms, other to ensure his vision was acceptable.
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Alrighty, y'all. Please send help. I have many WIPs and no strong urge to work on any of them.
So-
If y'all could send an ask or smthn telling me which WIP to work on, I'll get at least 500 words in it and post the last line as "proof."
Alternatively, choose a WIP or character, choose an AU or trope, and I'll just drop it here as a little short story. The goal is to get the writing juices moving again!
Misbehaving WIPS in question:
Tyrant for Sale (medieval, secondary world, heavy on the magic)
Characters of note: Kiris (disaster, most powerful sorcerer, will eat food off the floor); Iiriok (paladin-type, tries to be fair and normally just ends up being kind, infinite patience for Kiris' bullshit); Batar (will stab anyone, blackmail is her love language, will drag the other characters into a plot kicking and screaming).
Sea Slip (baroque clockpunk, shapeshifters and mermaid-dragons, plot is attending balls)
Characters of note: Lete (mermaid-dragon in question, fascinated by human fashion, just wants to go home); Samaya (a noble-born lady and a very improper one, excellent alchemist, uses her husband's research expeditions to find new medicinal plants); Til (commoner who married up, deeply in love with Samaya, a clock mechanic curious about which myths are actually just non-human communities).
On the Habitats of Gods (same world as Tyrant, only purposefully planned romance I have, light academia)
Characters of note: Miskva (working towards her degree in alchemy, villein and well aware that she's in the minority for it, terrified of her landlord but unwilling to show it); Ianov (inquisitor student who'd rather tackle a god than exorcise it, knows she's damned good at what she does, a bit feral). Random other character.
Baroque clockpunk is a genre I had no idea existed and immediately need to know more about. AND you've got shapeshifters, my absolute weakness. Please tell me more about Sea Slip, I will devour anything you can think of 👀
Alternatively, I'm really bad at prompts but I am curious what mermaid-dragon fashion might be, given Lete's interest in the human version. Is there a story behind how they discovered their interest in fashion?
YEEE
Alrighty so: I've been stuck on a boat for a hot minute now. There's a lot of flying fish around here, and they're pretty fun to watch do their thing. So while procrastinating Tyrant for Sale, I was kinda like, but what if there were flying fish mermaids? As one does. And also as one does I very promptly concept-art-ed it out to appease the itch, figuring it would go no further because I have so many other projects I should be working on.
Yeah so obviously arting it out did not in fact appease the itch.
(idk if that'll show up blurry. sorry if it does! continuing under the cut b/c this got long)
(if anyone else would like to force me to sit down and tap out a good 500 words, here's the og post pls send help thx)
Anyway, after the initial mermaidy sketch, I very much went--okay, but what if it were a flying fish dragon??? And thus, shapeshifter, and thus, obviously, might as well be able to shift to a more human form, too (bear in mind, I also recently read Martha Wells' Raksura novels, which is probably what all this is fueled from). Shortly thereafter, still itching for mermaid-dragon-shifters, I figured I might as well sketch out a plot so I could have some fun with it after all my other projects.
This was a mistake.
There's a ton of fishermen around here. Fairly recently, I saw one group haul up a shark (they promptly began beating the shit out of it because shark), but I figure if a random group of dudes could catch a shark, presumably by accident, they could absolutely accidentally catch a dragon in mermaid form--especially if their nets are too tough for a dragon/sea serpent to chew or claw through. And if, say, the fishermen needed some cash, they could probably sell said captured mermaid-dragon to a traveling circus.
Said dragon-mermaid is very displeased by this, but by the time she realizes she can shift into a human-like (groundling) form, she's almost 2000 miles from where she was taken. Fortunately, at this point, she's been "purchased" by a very nice couple who completely understand she's a sentient creature, is suffering, and who have the cash and every intention to bring her home--until their expedition funding is cut because their patron, the duke, died, and the dead duke's son, the duke, is a dick.
So the dragon-mermaid, Lete, having now figured out she can become fairly human--enough to pass, if she wears gloves and keeps calm so she doesn't accidentally spine someone--realizes the couple who rescued her from the circus need money. And she hears about debutante season, which she understands to be a chance to earn a wealthy guy's favor, aka cash. So while her rescuers are trying to secure funding in a normal way, Lete's gone off and practiced "human" enough to start attending these balls, determined to win the money of the new duke's children, who are also participating in this debutante season.
At this point I've given in and have started writing. Whoops. I also made a map. WHOOPS.
(the relevant parts. combo of Azgaar's fantasy map generator and Legendkeeper)
Roundabout now, we have our chat about STEAMPUNK FERAL DRAGONS!!!! and I realize I should probably have a vague idea of time period for this, given that the entire plot revolves around attending balls because I really didn't fancy writing a story entirely underwater. I wasn't feeling anything regency or Bridgerton-esque, I wanted there to be magic (most of the sentient species of this world are shifters of some kind, so there's gotta be at least some magic), and after a fun little google search of various punks, I came across clockpunk, steampunk's little brother. No steam, purely wind up- often paired with a baroque or rococo aesthetic (art period after the renaissance, took the renaissance's restraint/balanced aesthetic and, very basically without any nuance, went "nah" and went on a bender). That vibe fit pretty well with what I was going for, so now the nice rescuer people are an alchemist and a clockwork mechanic, respectively, I've got a framework for the region's fashion, and we've introduced period-typical gender and religious issues to background all of this. Yay.
So now we're a good 17k into this project I said I wasn't going to work on because I have other shit to work on but Lete is very much a non-human character, and very much is not comfortable with her groundling/human-esque form--she barely tolerates her mermaid form--because lungs are gross and knees are weird and everything is just all sorts of wrong. She would very much like to go back to being her happy dragon/sea serpent true self ASAP. Unfortunately, she needs to learn to dance, first. And thus Tyrant was put on pause, entirely by accident, because Lete is fun to write.
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In answer to the other question: Lete and the dragon-mermaid-shifters don't really have fashion. They don't wear clothes. But Lete, now that she has to be dressed to pass in "polite" society, thinks the nuances and materials of this group of human's clothes are fascinating--and that if she learns fashion well enough, her non-human slips will be smoothed over as eccentricities, rather than eliciting a 'hold down the demon for dissection' reaction.
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Proof of 500!
“Breathe,” Til said, and she was flying, lifted in his arms. “Breathe, Lete. You’re alright.” The hall blurred around them. “Just a moment. Just hold it a moment longer.”
OOOH SHE'S COOL
I love the idea of her having three specific forms. Is there an evolutionary reason she and her kind have kept the mermaid form? Aside from it being cool which is more than enough reason for me. It seems a little biologically obsolete when they have very limited shapes and already have both a land shape and a water shape. Is it easier for them to communicate and form groups in the mermaid shape? Is it a mating and reproduction thing? Do they have an ongoing agreement with some coastal human populations, where they gain food or safety by being able to communicate with the local humans from the ocean?
The fishermen having nets too tough for a dragon to chew through sounds like it would be a very deliberate thing. Like at the least they were already trying to catch sharks, if not angling for a dragon from the offset 👀
Fascinated by the fact that Lete doesn't know she can shift into (mostly) a human. Is that something that's suppressed in her culture? Something seen as distasteful or beneath them?
"And keeps calm so she doesn't accidentally spine someone" oh?? Emotionally-driven shifting?? Irrepressible body language?? I am Intrigued
Clockpunk sounds awesome, thank you for explaining! "Went 'nah' and went on a bender" is the single best way I have ever seen rococo style described
17k into a project you said you weren't going to work on, oh how well I know that feeling. It's magical, enjoy it while it lasts <3
Yeah I thought clothes were a bit of a stretch for sea-dwelling creatures, but who knows, maybe for special occasions a tasteful bit of seaweed for a scarf, or some brightly coloured coral crushed and mixed into a paste for some temporary fin/scale dye--or mermaid form body paint :P
Using fashion to alter society's response to her though. oof that's unfortunately real
A- Yes! Her species are broadcast breeders--they don't care for their young, and few survive to adulthood. The nymphs which do (teeny tiny baby dragon worms) are, more often than not, the ones who figure out early how to shift to mermaid. Fully grown dragons are capable of escaping predators through aerial gliding, but nymphs aren't developed enough to glide to escape predators (krakens, mostly, but occasionally dolphins) until adolescence. So if a little nymph is being chased by a kraken, it's a far higher chance of survival if said nymph shifts to mermaid and real quick hops onto a fisherman's boat and stays a bit (would go up in dragon form, but dragon form requires water for any stretch longer than about two minutes)(also in that region, returning a mermaid to the sea is said to bring good health).
And also, less scientifically: mermaid.
Q- Is it easier for them to communicate and form groups in mermaid shape?
A- Nope! They can communicate just fine across all three forms, with the worst for communication actually being groundling, as it deadens their senses more than is comfortable. It is easier to groom each other when in mermaid form, though--opposable thumbs are very nifty for that, and have far less risk than very sharp, very pointy teeth.
Q- Is it a mating and reproduction a thing?
A- Nope! But since you sorta asked...they only reproduce in dragon form. And only once an individual has reached adulthood (and has the possibility of mating) are they welcome to join a school of other dragons. They're broadcast spawners, though, so the most complicated aspect of any mating ritual they have is finding a place free of other dragons who might take the chance to spawn, too. The males tend to be a bit smaller, and have more interestingly colored spines and manes--coincidentally, fewer males generally survive to adulthood.
Q- Do they have an ongoing agreement with some coastal human populations?
A- Nothing so formal, but sort of! The fishermen of the Taric Gulf and into the Alsu Sea have stories of massive snakes flying above the waves; they believe a sighting of a sea dragon is a sign of fortune, for the dragons' presence usually heralds good fishing in that area. As to the mermaids, returning one to the sea is said to bring good health--but only if one fulfills whatever request a mermaid makes. Usually, the request is sail the boat a few miles away and to share a meal, or a story, or something to kill enough time for a kraken to have reasonably grown impatient and disappeared.
Q- Is human shifting suppressed in Lete's culture?
A- Not so much as suppressed, as generally never done. Unless her species shifts to groundling before becoming an adult, they lose that ability entirely. It's rarely needed, as most never come closer to the coast than a good 50 miles at a minimum. So Lete had a feeling it would be possible--and stories from schools she and her travel mates had encountered while figuring out which group they'd like to eventually join, if they survived that long--but actually doing it wasn't something she considered until she saw a species of freshwater mermaid do so. And also, once she realized that getting her back to her ocean as a mermaid, overland, would be very complicated. Unfortunately for her, because she finally shifted groundling very late, she does not at all feel comfortable in that form. Even more so because she believed she'd be a perfect copy of a human, like that freshwater mermaid, when she is definitely not.
Q- Emotionally driven shifting??
A- Not exactly, but it is your second point: difficult to suppress body language! As mentioned, not even in groundling is she a carbon-copy human, much to her extreme discomfort. She retains her gills (though in this form it is more uncomfortable to use them than to use her lungs), several patches of scales on her hands and thighs, different senses than a bog standard human (tied mostly to her "hair," only some of which is actually hair, and a good portion of which is more akin to barbels/taste and vibration detecting organs), and a set of needle-sharp spines beginning at the base of her neck which she's normally able to keep flat, but which are usually used to emphasize and communicate emotion when she's not a groundling, so keeping them flat can often be extremely difficult.
Now, all that said, because she is very uncomfortable with her groundling form, when she gets overwhelmed by how different it is (knees, man), she'll sometimes begin to panic and shift to mermaid (coastling) so she feels at least somewhat right again. Hence, actually, that proof of 500 line (not dying, I swear)!
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you know I hadn't even though about coastling body paint but holy shit I kinda love it. might yoink that.
Baroque clockpunk is a genre I had no idea existed and immediately need to know more about. AND you've got shapeshifters, my absolute weakness. Please tell me more about Sea Slip, I will devour anything you can think of 👀
Alternatively, I'm really bad at prompts but I am curious what mermaid-dragon fashion might be, given Lete's interest in the human version. Is there a story behind how they discovered their interest in fashion?
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Alrighty so: I've been stuck on a boat for a hot minute now. There's a lot of flying fish around here, and they're pretty fun to watch do their thing. So while procrastinating Tyrant for Sale, I was kinda like, but what if there were flying fish mermaids? As one does. And also as one does I very promptly concept-art-ed it out to appease the itch, figuring it would go no further because I have so many other projects I should be working on.
Yeah so obviously arting it out did not in fact appease the itch.
(idk if that'll show up blurry. sorry if it does! continuing under the cut b/c this got long)
(if anyone else would like to force me to sit down and tap out a good 500 words, here's the og post pls send help thx)
Anyway, after the initial mermaidy sketch, I very much went--okay, but what if it were a flying fish dragon??? And thus, shapeshifter, and thus, obviously, might as well be able to shift to a more human form, too (bear in mind, I also recently read Martha Wells' Raksura novels, which is probably what all this is fueled from). Shortly thereafter, still itching for mermaid-dragon-shifters, I figured I might as well sketch out a plot so I could have some fun with it after all my other projects.
This was a mistake.
There's a ton of fishermen around here. Fairly recently, I saw one group haul up a shark (they promptly began beating the shit out of it because shark), but I figure if a random group of dudes could catch a shark, presumably by accident, they could absolutely accidentally catch a dragon in mermaid form--especially if their nets are too tough for a dragon/sea serpent to chew or claw through. And if, say, the fishermen needed some cash, they could probably sell said captured mermaid-dragon to a traveling circus.
Said dragon-mermaid is very displeased by this, but by the time she realizes she can shift into a human-like (groundling) form, she's almost 2000 miles from where she was taken. Fortunately, at this point, she's been "purchased" by a very nice couple who completely understand she's a sentient creature, is suffering, and who have the cash and every intention to bring her home--until their expedition funding is cut because their patron, the duke, died, and the dead duke's son, the duke, is a dick.
So the dragon-mermaid, Lete, having now figured out she can become fairly human--enough to pass, if she wears gloves and keeps calm so she doesn't accidentally spine someone--realizes the couple who rescued her from the circus need money. And she hears about debutante season, which she understands to be a chance to earn a wealthy guy's favor, aka cash. So while her rescuers are trying to secure funding in a normal way, Lete's gone off and practiced "human" enough to start attending these balls, determined to win the money of the new duke's children, who are also participating in this debutante season.
At this point I've given in and have started writing. Whoops. I also made a map. WHOOPS.
(the relevant parts. combo of Azgaar's fantasy map generator and Legendkeeper)
Roundabout now, we have our chat about STEAMPUNK FERAL DRAGONS!!!! and I realize I should probably have a vague idea of time period for this, given that the entire plot revolves around attending balls because I really didn't fancy writing a story entirely underwater. I wasn't feeling anything regency or Bridgerton-esque, I wanted there to be magic (most of the sentient species of this world are shifters of some kind, so there's gotta be at least some magic), and after a fun little google search of various punks, I came across clockpunk, steampunk's little brother. No steam, purely wind up- often paired with a baroque or rococo aesthetic (art period after the renaissance, took the renaissance's restraint/balanced aesthetic and, very basically without any nuance, went "nah" and went on a bender). That vibe fit pretty well with what I was going for, so now the nice rescuer people are an alchemist and a clockwork mechanic, respectively, I've got a framework for the region's fashion, and we've introduced period-typical gender and religious issues to background all of this. Yay.
So now we're a good 17k into this project I said I wasn't going to work on because I have other shit to work on but Lete is very much a non-human character, and very much is not comfortable with her groundling/human-esque form--she barely tolerates her mermaid form--because lungs are gross and knees are weird and everything is just all sorts of wrong. She would very much like to go back to being her happy dragon/sea serpent true self ASAP. Unfortunately, she needs to learn to dance, first. And thus Tyrant was put on pause, entirely by accident, because Lete is fun to write.
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In answer to the other question: Lete and the dragon-mermaid-shifters don't really have fashion. They don't wear clothes. But Lete, now that she has to be dressed to pass in "polite" society, thinks the nuances and materials of this group of human's clothes are fascinating--and that if she learns fashion well enough, her non-human slips will be smoothed over as eccentricities, rather than eliciting a 'hold down the demon for dissection' reaction.
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Proof of 500!
“Breathe,” Til said, and she was flying, lifted in his arms. “Breathe, Lete. You’re alright.” The hall blurred around them. “Just a moment. Just hold it a moment longer.”
Paragraph we ended on (now going towards the upside-down world!):
The sauce on the meat was good and rich, and Lete scooped it with her pan-fried bread. “The fishermen do not dress like you. And many people in the ringmaster’s circus did not, either.”
Alrighty, y'all. Please send help. I have many WIPs and no strong urge to work on any of them.
So-
If y'all could send an ask or smthn telling me which WIP to work on, I'll get at least 500 words in it and post the last line as "proof."
Alternatively, choose a WIP or character, choose an AU or trope, and I'll just drop it here as a little short story. The goal is to get the writing juices moving again!
Misbehaving WIPS in question:
Tyrant for Sale (medieval, secondary world, heavy on the magic)
Characters of note: Kiris (disaster, most powerful sorcerer, will eat food off the floor); Iiriok (paladin-type, tries to be fair and normally just ends up being kind, infinite patience for Kiris' bullshit); Batar (will stab anyone, blackmail is her love language, will drag the other characters into a plot kicking and screaming).
Sea Slip (baroque clockpunk, shapeshifters and mermaid-dragons, plot is attending balls)
Characters of note: Lete (mermaid-dragon in question, fascinated by human fashion, just wants to go home); Samaya (a noble-born lady and a very improper one, excellent alchemist, uses her husband's research expeditions to find new medicinal plants); Til (commoner who married up, deeply in love with Samaya, a clock mechanic curious about which myths are actually just non-human communities).
On the Habitats of Gods (same world as Tyrant, only purposefully planned romance I have, light academia)
Characters of note: Miskva (working towards her degree in alchemy, villein and well aware that she's in the minority for it, terrified of her landlord but unwilling to show it); Ianov (inquisitor student who'd rather tackle a god than exorcise it, knows she's damned good at what she does, a bit feral). Random other character.
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update: trying out legendkeeper's fantasy timeline since it "technically" has an unlimited free trial with less features (though when i have money i may try and purchase it tbh)
some screenshots:
i like the gantt and list views the best (in that order) -- the actual calendar view isn't going to be useful to me until i get to the Actual Main storyline and we got several thousand years before that.
i like that i can separate things in the gantt view into different sections since multiple major events are usually happening at the same time, and i like that in general i was able to make my own calendar system for the world (since unsurprisingly terrae doesn't work like earth wahoo)
so overall uhhhh if you need a fantasy timeline creator like me its a good one to use :>
NGL Legendkeeper is one of my favorite world building tools in general. It’s a pretty active community on Discord, too, so if nothing else you always know there’s forward progress with it!