Welcome to the inside of my head! It’s fun in here. I write, draw, and generally create. Expect to find everything from shapeshifters to robots, eccentric wizards to space dragons, with a healthy dose of Humans Are Weird. Let’s have fun with this.
Hello there! Are you looking for the Token Human series, featuring a spacefaring veterinarian during her time working on a courier ship? I post weekly short stories with this tag, and there’s a masterpost that’s up to date as of April 7th, 2025.
Also! I post early on Patreon if you’d like to spend a few bucks a month reading sci-fi shenanigans before the general public. (There’s a free tier too, if you want the stories emailed to you every Monday with no strings attched.)
Also-also, I write novels! Like this one that takes place after the courier era, when Robin is working as a vet on an alien planet (dealing with a crisis of escaped rabbits and troublemaking space poachers). And other books about completely different main characters. Sometimes I put together anthologies with friends.
And then there’s the rest of my blog, which is full of writing-related things, sci-fi, fantasy, Fun Facts and interesting nonsense, and general Tumblr tomfoolery.
I’m having a great time, and I plan to bring everyone else with me.
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inspired: merfolk actually have very different concepts of gender to humans because they’re an entirely different species with their own unique culture
It’s a biological fact that fish do indeed change their sex to keep the male/female ratio balanced in their school population. So this fluidity actually makes more sense from a scientific standpoint than the silly idea that merfolk are born with a strictly assigned sex like humans.
Human: (invites merfolk friend to a boat party with their friends)
Merfolk: oh man, there are a lot of women here. Haha don’t worry guys, I got this :) *changes into a man to keep a balance because that’s culturally polite for merfolk*
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Starting a mass movement to refer to specific Tylwyth Teg by name until they lose their power and become common household standards like Kleenex and Velcro
Spreading legend of The Rodent In Red Pants Who Walks Upright On Hind Legs Like a Man and if you sully his Good and kindly Name then great misfortune will befall you and you will never be heard from again
I've been thinking about this - and why asking the demon is also a bad idea
Tartini was a composer and violin teacher and no one respected him, he was generally broke, and he started having weird dreams in which the devil asked him to teach him violin
despite being catholic tartini agreed - although everything told him this was a bad idea
so he taught the devil violin in his dreams and when he had taught him everything he knew the devil offered him payment, he played an original composition in his dream
Tartini woke up weeping and struggled to write it down
we have a historical version of "couldn't remember the greatest song in the world, this is just its tribute", and the song he wrote down made him "Sonata in G Minor, aka the devil's trill" it's usually played by 2 violinists because it's evil difficult,
now imagine you make a deal with the devil to write your novel, he writes it but only lets you read it in a dream and you have to transcribe it from memory the next day.... 150k of the best prose and plot you've ever seen in your life and you have to remember it
Silly Game Time: Who are two characters you really like from two stories you really enjoy (of any genre of any medium—novel, comic, movie, show, podcast, game, etc. including OCs if you like)? AND which of them would better handle being in the other's place?
I choose everybody's favorite SecUnit: Murderbot.
Aaaaand....
Hubcap from @marlynnofmany 's Spectacular Silver Earthling.
This would be epic.
And I think Hubcap would handle it wayyyy better. Sorry, Murderbot.
LOL, Murderbot would HATE being on a space TV show. That show's not even anything like Sanctuary Moon; Murderbot would be expected to talk and be personable! The worst. Dangerous alien flora/fauna charging in out of nowhere would be a good day.
You're right that Hubcap would enjoy dealing with Murderbot's humans, though. He'd be up for all the chatty conversations that MB hates, and he'd probably even enjoy working security for them, simply because dangers are only possible, not guaranteed. Such a nice change from search & rescue! And no one is insisting that he be polite!
Hubcap and Murderbot would be 100% on the same page about humans getting themselves into stupid situations. Hubcap would have yelled some creative insults at Ratthi for almost getting himself eaten. Very creative.
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I stepped off the spaceship into desert heat. “Bluh. That’s horrible.”
Beside me, Paint spread her scaly arms and beamed, a happy little lizard in the sun. “This is great!” she said. “We haven’t been anywhere this warm in a while.”
Mur said, “Nope, it’s bad. Gonna dry up into some of that fish jerky you like so much.” He held his tentacles close, several of them pressing the fins flat on the sides of his squid head. As I watched, he turned and scrambled back into the airlock. “I tried it; it’s just as bad as I thought it was. Best of luck.”
I waved goodbye as the door shut. While Paint just shook her head, I said, “Can’t say I’m surprised. This really isn’t the place for him.”
“Good thing this delivery doesn’t need three people,” Paint said, hefting the bag of small packages. “Let’s be off and enjoy the sun!”
I followed her, squinting at alien buildings that wavered in the heatwaves. “Hope it’s not enough to give me a sunburn.”
“Oh, we should have brought stickers, so you can make those patterns you told me about!” Paint exclaimed. “It’s such fun that your skin changes color like that.”
“It hurts when it changes fast, though,” I reminded her. “I’d rather have sunscreen than stickers.”
“Aw, boo. Is there sunscreen that makes it only change color a little?”
“…Yeah, probably. But it’s hard to calibrate.”
“We should do that next time we go somewhere sunny!”
“I would much rather draw on my arms with pens.”
“I guess that’s fun too.”
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I stepped off the spaceship into stifling sauna humidity. “Wow,” I said. “That’s like getting hit with a wet towel.”
“It’s so nice and warm!” Paint said, surprising no one.
Mur said, “This place does have a proper moisture level; I’ll give it that.”
“You say proper, I say excessive,” I told him, flapping my shirt. “I’m already sweating through my clothes, and the sweat does nothing.”
“Must be nice, being able to self-moisturize like that,” Mur said.
“Sure, when it works,” I said. “The whole point is evaporation so I cool down. That’s not happening with air this wet.”
“At least it’s not too dry!” Mur said cheerfully, slapping a tentacle against the box strapped to the small hoversled. “C’mon, let’s get this delivered before you drip all over it.”
“The sooner the better,” I said.
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I stepped off the spaceship into a pleasant afternoon: cool and breezy with the air full of alien birdsong. I took a deep breath. “Ah, that’s nice.”
Paint said, “Bit cold.”
Mur added, “Bit dry.”
I shook my head. “It’s a wonder we ever agree on anything.”
Mur said, “The ship’s environmental settings are a good middle ground; we agree on that.”
Paint put in, “I mean, it’s not awful. Not cold enough to really need a heat scarf, but I wouldn’t say no to one.”
“I could do without the wind,” said Mur.
“This barely even counts as wind,” I told him. “A gentle, playful breeze at best.”
“Playfully dry.”
I sighed theatrically and pushed the hoversled. “There’s no pleasing some people.”
“Lemme ride on the sled and I’ll be pleased.”
“Fine, there’s enough space. Climb on up.”
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I stepped off the spaceship and shivered as cold wind sliced through my jacket. Over the gusts, I said, “Good thing this is a quick trip!”
Paint clutched a heat shawl tight around her shoulders, head tucked in close. “Yes! What horrible cold!”
At the second hoversled, Mur covered his fins and twisted the rest of his tentacles into a spiral. “Dry, too! I thought this place got regular rainstorms, but this is the exact opposite!”
Zhee stepped up beside him on many bug legs, exoskeleton glossy and his antennae at an angle that looked pleased. “I don’t know what you’re all complaining about. This is lovely weather.”
Paint shook her head in disgust. “You are welcome to it.”
Zhee set his pincher arms against the hoversled and pushed it forward at a leisurely pace. “Very lovely. A fine cleansing wind, suitable for washing away all specks of dust.”
I pushed the other sled and had to free a hand to brush tendrils of hair out of my eyes. “At least someone’s appreciating it.”
“Oh yes. A pity the walk isn’t longer.”
Mur said, “You are the only one who thinks so.”
The edge of the spaceport was just up ahead, with low-lying shrubs shuddering in the wind, and a few locals visible through the windows. Everybody else had the good sense to be indoors, I saw.
Then the wind changed direction, blowing hair into my face anew, and I saw something else. “Mur, I think that’s one of those rainclouds you wanted,” I said, pointing behind us.
“Hooray, moisture!” Mur said at the sight.
“Oh no, cold!” Paint said with honest concern.
To my surprise, Zhee hissed in irritation and walked faster.
We all hurried toward the biggest building where we’d been instructed to take the delivery. I asked Zhee, “What have you got to worry about? A bit of rain is just going to make you even cleaner and shinier.”
“Droplet blindness,” he snapped.
“What?” I asked, before immediately realizing what he meant. “Oh right, you don’t have eyelids!” His eyes were faceted and huge, with a great range of vision, but no rain protection whatsoever.
“My eyes are nowhere near as fragile as yours,” he said scornfully. “But I do not enjoy having my vision blocked with water.”
“Yeah, I’d hate that too,” I said, then ran faster. “C’mon! Last one there’s a rotten egg!”
That was something we could all agree on. Nobody wanted to be a rotten egg, or more importantly, doused in cold rainwater.
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These are the ongoing backstory adventures of the main character from this book.
Shared early on Patreon! There’s even a free tier to get them on the same day as the rest of the world.
The sequel novel is in progress (and will include characters from these stories. I hadn’t thought all of them up when I wrote the first book, but they’re too much fun to leave out of the second).
*takes the hand of a period drama writer gently* A queen consort is not a queen regnant. A dowager queen is not a queen regnant either.
There is very little intrinsic institutional power in queenship. The power a consort, dowager, or queen mother has depends mostly on how much the reigning sovereign (usually a man) is willing to grant her. Needing a queen to serve as regent is exceptionally rare, and the regent is more often a male relative.
Queen regnant: woman who rules in her own right, not on behalf of someone else.
Regent: Someone who temporarily assumes the powers of the monarch on account of the monarch being too young or too incapacitated to govern.
Queen consort: Woman who is married to the monarch.
Dowager queen: Woman who was married to the monarch. The monarch is dead, and she is owed support as his widow.
Queen mother: Woman who is the mother of the monarch. Usually the dowager queen, though there are exceptions if there isn't a straight line of succession.
Madcap comedy where the Dowager Queen and Queen Mother are aging sisters-in-law and lifelong snarky besties, their nephew/son (respectively) is around - he's a perfectly competent king but will never be an adult to them - and the Queens get up to hijinx as they have basically no responsibilities and the only person who can tell them "no" is The King who is busy and will also never not see them as his mom and aunty.
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