Probably Full Of Poisonous Bees

im tickled by the idea that lirael, having primarily learned charter magic from a) random books from the Library and b) the dog, might be doing charter magic in a really old-fashioned and also weirdly free-magic-styled way.

Lirael does charter magic and you can tell she learned it from books like when you meet a teenager reader who confidently drops the word hyperbole into a sentence but pronounces it as hyper-bowl.

Came to the terrible realization that if the Old Kingdom was a romantasy being written today Mogget would probably be a sexy shadow daddy of some kind. Luckily instead he is a little cat and a hater

Young men today being SHOCKED and APPALLED that the girls they're dating are reading dark romance like the closet in my grandma's spare room wasn't totally chockers with Mills and Boon books when I was a kid. "Our generation is RUINED because the young women are reading NASTY PORN" if you saw the shit 50 year old women were reading in the nineties you'd hurl.

love island should introduce a "scheming eunuch" islander who is like a smart and completely asexual islander exempt from being kicked off or being made to participate in any challenges and they're just there to provide advice and be a sort of sounding board for the other islanders when they need a disinterested party to talk things through with. but the scheming eunuch has secret goals unbeknownst to anyone e.g. a cash prize for talking a certain couple into breaking up etc.

Fic in which El builds a golden enclave for pinko commie punks the kind of people who built that one commune where the Alcott family (of Louisa May Alcott) once nearly fucking starved to death in winter because they all thought their job in after the revolution would be teaching poetry classes rather than hoeing the potato fields and the enclave collapses out of existence because the three guys who were maintaining it got sick of being taken for granted and left.

An interesting component of this is that manna isn’t money, but energy. You can’t borrow manna from a money printing machine, so as a form of currency it functions differently. Which leads me back to a germ of an idea I had ages ago and will have to look up again in which was basically exploring the idea of how you would introduce artificial scarcity into a world with magic in it in order to explore power differentials based on access to your magic currency.

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Fic in which El builds a golden enclave for pinko commie punks the kind of people who built that one commune where the Alcott family (of Louisa May Alcott) once nearly fucking starved to death in winter because they all thought their job in after the revolution would be teaching poetry classes rather than hoeing the potato fields and the enclave collapses out of existence because the three guys who were maintaining it got sick of being taken for granted and left.

Not book smart or street smart but a secret third thing.

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