Ollo! I’m Savvy (she/her, or they/them, I’m not attached to any really). I am an autistic aroace writer in my mid-20s. My other blog is @elritze, which you may see lurking around reblogging art or memes.
My WIP is The Glass Lament, the first book in a high fantasy series. The main characters are neurodivergent and queer with themes of identity and self-acceptance (longer blurb below).
My project masterpost is here. You can find any writing I post under the tag #savvy's snippets. I'll get a wiki up at some point but for now, worldbuilding info will go under the tag #the glass lament.
About me: I’m a huge nerd, I love reading fantasy/sci-fi and playing videogames. I'm a fan of Witch Hat Atelier, Hollow Knight, Hermitcraft, The Locked Tomb, the Murderbot Diaries, and much more. I mostly listen to orchestral movie and game soundtracks. I also have two parrots, Beedle the conure and Ferb the cockatiel. I am currently devouring every writing by James Baldwin.
Blurb-ish for my WIP, The Glass Lament:
Zara never wanted to fight. Not until the Nemesi, whose fanatic regime tried to conquer her homeland a century ago, return without warning and raid her village. Her oath of vengeance drives her away from her people to join the army, but before she can reach the front lines her patrol receives a mysterious new order.
Now, against her wishes, Zara finds herself escorting a Dracai'seng – one of the last of a legendary race – across Lopenya on a fateful mission. Along the way, she will face hungry spirits and winged bandits, and discover secrets about Lopenya, the Dracai’seng, the war with the Nemesi… and perhaps even herself.
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Happy Blorbo Blursday, Savvy. ~~ For Rusef, does he make a good first impression? Does his first impression reflect him accurately? How does he introduce himself? Sending grand creative energy and ☆☆ vibes ☆☆ your way. 🌈🌈🌈 - ✨ Enc (@enchanted-lightning-aes)
Happy very, very, very late Blorbo Blursday! Rusef is actually the perfect character to ask this question about.
Most of the time, at this point in his life, Rusef doesn't make a very good first impression. He's going through it emotionally, he doesn't want to talk to strangers, so he comes across as grumpier than he really is. It isn't accurate, though; once he opens up he's a big softie.
In the prequel he doesn't introduce himself to Saméol – he's been drinking alone at a tavern when Saméol, who's heard about him already, sits down at the same table and starts flirting, hoping to at least cheer him up. Rusef is irritated at life and this does not help his mood, so he pulls his hat down low and tries to send the hint for Saméol to leave him be. He seems curt, antisocial, and... sad.
Surprisingly, instead of pushing Saméol away it backfires and they end up bonding over their shared depression (real healthy, I know). But Saméol soon brings out the kind, thoughtful side of Rusef that he usually shows to friends.
#even if it's about depression (really forward sksksk)
PFFT yeah it basically goes like this:
Rusef: Go away, I'm not in the mood.
Saméol: But you look sad :( Everyone else here seems so happy. You know what? I think they're all pretending.
Rusef: No, they keep telling me to smile.
Saméol: Well, I won't. I'm sad, too. :)
*Rusef suddenly takes an interest.*
While others think Rusef's just being difficult, Saméol's like No, I see you. I get it.
Over time they find it refreshing that 1) Saméol doesn't push Rusef to act happy or outgoing when he doesn't want to, because Saméol understands how it feels, and 2) Rusef listens to Saméol and just lets him mourn rather than putting on a performance like he's used to doing.
Somehow (with help from others!) this loops around to them being happier together... usually.
Thank you @talesofsorrowandofruin for the tag! Here's a few sentences I added to Soulseeker chapter 3 yesterday.
With a last longing look at the exhibits he couldn’t read, he headed out the doors onto the open path.
To his right was a stone wall at waist height, and beyond that a no-nonsense metal fence that clearly said “you’re ten feet away from a five-hundred-foot drop. Don’t”. More plaques were scattered along the wall, presumably telling fun facts about Huvinam and the canyon, but he kept walking. The first hotel to the left wasn’t his—it was popular because it was so close to the elevator into the city, and he needed somewhere less noticeable to work. He passed a restaurant where people spilled into tables in the shadows of tall wooden fences meant to block the sun, then a few more hotels, then not much until he got to the far end of the city. The canyon narrowed there, beyond the city, and a steel bridge had been built between the two sides of it.
I'll tag @writinglittlebeasts, @albatris, and @ink-flavored but anyone is welcome to jump in :3
Happy Blorbo Blursday, Savvy. ~~ For Rusef, does he make a good first impression? Does his first impression reflect him accurately? How does he introduce himself? Sending grand creative energy and ☆☆ vibes ☆☆ your way. 🌈🌈🌈 - ✨ Enc (@enchanted-lightning-aes)
Happy very, very, very late Blorbo Blursday! Rusef is actually the perfect character to ask this question about.
Most of the time, at this point in his life, Rusef doesn't make a very good first impression. He's going through it emotionally, he doesn't want to talk to strangers, so he comes across as grumpier than he really is. It isn't accurate, though; once he opens up he's a big softie.
In the prequel he doesn't introduce himself to Saméol – he's been drinking alone at a tavern when Saméol, who's heard about him already, sits down at the same table and starts flirting, hoping to at least cheer him up. Rusef is irritated at life and this does not help his mood, so he pulls his hat down low and tries to send the hint for Saméol to leave him be. He seems curt, antisocial, and... sad.
Surprisingly, instead of pushing Saméol away it backfires and they end up bonding over their shared depression (real healthy, I know). But Saméol soon brings out the kind, thoughtful side of Rusef that he usually shows to friends.
I mean...I do sometimes feel like I've been sent snippets of the multiverse. And then immediately after I feel like I could never fully capture what comes into my head.
Anyways, No pressure tag @author-a-holmes @the-actual-timberwolfe @savvyminnow @ashen-crest @pippinoftheshire
@illarian-rambling @revenantlore @tildeathiwillwrite @jay-avian @kitty-is-writing and open tag
I do sometimes feel like I've been sent snippets of the multiverse. And then immediately after I feel like I could never fully capture what comes into my head.
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Thank you for the tag, @willtheweaver! The quiz can be found here.
I don't often read fanfic, but when I do, it's...
Yeah, it's accurate lol. I get enough trauma from most canon stories, including my own writing. Let 👏 them 👏 be 👏 happy!
I've no idea who's done this or been tagged already, so I'll just tag @chauceryfairytales @leahnardo-da-veggie @rumeysawrites @memento-morri-writes @ark-inkweaving and as always open tag!
Another purge from the stockpile, this time tagged by @winterandwords (here and here!), @nossumusstellae (here and here!), @forthesanityofstorytellers (here!), and @leahnardo-da-veggie (here!)
Tagging @author-a-holmes, @axl-ul, @bi-focal12, @byjillianmaria, @cat-esper, @cheshirewrites, @inadequatecowboy, @kitcatling, @lamuradex, @magnus-sm-writes, @moltenwrites, @nerasnotes, @no-relief-next-to-me, @rayne143, @rhikasa, @roselinbooks, @rosesonneptune, @savvyminnow, @theheartofsanlobato, @thesorcerersapprentice, @toribookworm22, @traderotales, @vyuntspakhkite-writes as well as leaving an OPEN TAG if anyone has something they wanna share!
This bit comes from part 16 of Shackle and Noose, Mecha Combat
"This lifestyle really isn't for me," V'tala agreed, "I'm glad you and the others went Kith instead of merc."
"As am I." Pryseia said with a private smile, reaching over to clink their glasses together.
Pryseia tipped her head back to finish her drink, eyes closed and hair falling loose over her shoulder, her horns coming dangerously close to the wall behind her. V'tala found her gaze drawn to the curve of Pryseia's neck, the way her throat bobbed as she downed the last of her alcohol. V'tala's blood felt like kerosene in her veins, her heartbeat ringing in her ears over the pulsing sounds of the dance music that filled the activity centre. She knocked back the rest of her own drink, and the motion had her equilibrium sloshing in a way it shouldn't have. Licking the last of the sweet concoction from her lips, V'tala admitted, "I think I might have overdone it with these things."
"Has nausea come to claim you?" Pryseia asked, her voice pitching low in concern.
Taking a breath as she took account of herself, V'tala replied, "Not yet, at least, but I think I can feel how fast this planet is rotating under our feet."
i've been tagged by @lizardperson (find its post here!) and i'm hitting @vauhna @firesidefantasy @savvyminnow @elkieselkiewrites @ace-malarky and @nossumusstellae with the tag, as well as anyone wanting in
i've been on a The Mortal God kick recently, so lemme give you more about my favorite haunted child Aren in the form of vibes and lyrics
The Anti-Villain — Nathan Wagner
Take Me Under — Awaken I Am
Begin The Sacrifice — Fit For A King
The Woods — Lydia the Bard, Ben Tomalin
Magnanimity (Bigger Man) — Rabbitology
Insatiable — Keath Ósk
Even In Arcadia — Sleep Token
Astronomical — SVRCINA
Constellations — The Oh Hellos
Skin Of A Fool — MIIA, Vaarin
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⚙ The Mortal God Taglist ⚙
@definitely-not-flynn @lizardperson @firesidefantasy @savvyminnow
late submission for Flash Fiction Friday 358, event hosted by @flashfictionfridayofficial
WIP ⚙ The Mortal God
Trigger Warnings ⚙ Implied Terminal Illness
Rating ⚙ Gen
Wordcount ⚙ 982
Lavir wakes like wading through molasses, and he already aches. There's a heavyness to both his limbs and his eyes. His bones, deep under the skin, light up with pain at every brush of the blanket. Though, not his left arm. That doesn't feel like much at all. He tries to move his fingers, maybe tap a rhythm on the mattress. It doesn't make a sound. And Lavir is already tired again.
His eyes roam the infirmary room. The beds are still all empty, and only doctor Helding is in the room, puttering about with his back turned. Lavir tries to call to him, once twice, but only on the third try does his throat cooperate. "Helding?"
Doctor Helding startles before turning around. There is such a deep crease in his forehead that Lavir would be tempted to draw it out in ink if he could move. "Mister Fass, it's good to see you awake. How are you feeling?"
"Where's Yevoz," Lavir asks, completely ignoring the doctor's question. He is quite sure the doctor can see well enough to know he's declining. Rapidly.
The fake smile doctor Holding has in place tightens. Lavir probably shouldn't irritate his doctor, but at this point? He doesn't care. And the doctor does answer him still. "Your boyfriend is out, researching a cure for you. Now, how do you feel?"
"Not a boy, not my boyfriend," Lavir says, and every muscle tightens. It hurts. Anger hurts, and now irritation does too, and it's all so exhausting. It takes him a minute to gather the energy to speak again. "They're still working?"
The doctor looks at him over the edge of his glasses. "He's quite dedicated to you."
Lavir is so tired of people's looks. Of their implications. But he clamps his teeth around the irritation and smiles thinly. "Have them called here?"
Doctor Helding frowns a little more. "If I do so, you will answer my questions."
"Fine," Lavir doesn't spit out, but it's a near thing.
The doctor pokes his head out of the infermary, says something to someone passing by, and comes back in to sit on the stoll by Lavir's bed.
He zones out through the doctor's questions. He knows he answers, simply because his neck and his throat and the sides of his jaw hurt, and he feels more and more tired. Too tired, too rapidly, even if he's not sure how long it takes for Ye to appear in the infirmary doorway. They must have run here from the other end of the Herbarium with how hard they're panting.
"Hey," they say, sidelining the doctor to sit on the edge of his cot and run a gentle finger over his hand. It doesn't hurt. Lavir could cry at this one kindness from the universe.
"Hey yourself," he replies, and his left hand does answer enough for him to curl his fingers around Ye's.
Ye smiles, gentle and warm, and Lavir's body relaxes so much he nearly passes out from it. He doesn't, but only because Ye's hand in his is a lighthouse. Even if Ye looks a little paler, a little thinner. They've been deep in research. "When's the last time you ate?"
"I'm supposed to ask you that," Ye half-laughs and half cries. "I promise it was sometime in the past twelve hours. Sarisa won't let me go more than that. You?"
Lavir's stomach protests at the mere thought of food. "Not hungry."
Doctor Helding frowns and turns to Ye. "He's been refusing to eat since yesteray. Mister Fass appears to have forgotten he needs food while he belongs to the living."
That's not gonna be much longer. Lavir is sure of that. Ye must know it too, because they turn to him with a scared look in their eyes. "La?"
Lavir would shrug if it didn't make everything hurt. Instead, he turns to the side, toward the window. It looks dark outside. "Take me on a picnic?"
Doctor Helding bubbles into protest, but Ye just frowns. "It's three in the morning."
"Even better," Lavir tries to laugh. It doesn't quite work. "I hope it's not cloudy. I want to see the stars once more if I have the chance."
Ye squeezes his hand. "I'll get your wheelchair."
"This is preposterous," doctor Helding squawks. "He can't go–"
"He said he wants to see the stars, so I will take my friend to see the stars," Ye interrupts him, already walking over with the wheelchair.
Doctor Helding goes red in the face. "You can't decide that. You're not his husband, you're not his family and you're not his next of kin, so–"
"But I am his medical proxy, and that means that here him and I have final say. And we're saying I'm taking him outside," Yevoz says. And despite their harsh tone, their hold is gentle and light as they helps Lavir sit up and slide into the wheelchair. "Now, do we need to sign something about this?"
The doctor presses his lips thin, but passes a clipboard over to him. For a second, he's extremely glad to be left-handed.
Yevoz gets them out of the infirmery and out of the building in record time, and not once doe they jostle the wheelchair. The sky above is deep blue, with only the occasional moon-lit cloud to break it up. They're a little too close to the city lights to see all the stars, but there's enough of them that Lavir can find his way around the constellations. "Thank you."
Ye smiles. "Anytime. You just hold on until tomorrow, and you won't have to deal with Doctor Helding again. I've got something that should work, and if not then the cursebreaker are getting here in the afternoon."
Lavir squeezes a hand over Ye's on the wheelchair's handle, even as his heart drops. He doesn't think he has that kind of time.
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@definitely-not-flynn @lizardperson @firesidefantasy @savvyminnow
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Your character doesn't need to be likeable. They need to be legible. The reader needs to understand every decision they make even when it's wrong, even when it's ugly, even when they want to shake them. Likeable is easy and forgettable. Legible is what makes someone stay with you for years. Make the logic of every bad choice visible. The reader doesn't have to agree with it. They just have to follow it.
the absolute devastating intimacy of a forehead rest. when you are both just so tired from existing in a world that demands you to be a rigid, functional individual, and you finally collapse into each other and just lean your forehead against theirs, or against their shoulder. it’s the physical equivalent of dropping your shields. it’s saying i am entirely heavy right now, and i am trusting you to bear a piece of that weight. and the most beautiful part is that the other person doesn’t even flinch. they just adjust their stance, tuck you a little closer, and absorb the impact. we were designed to divide the burden of being alive.
Lots of writing advice on tumblr. It's been years since I've written fiction in a serious way, but I did write a couple of (bad) novels in my early 20's, a bunch of short stories, and also a few hundred thousand words of LARP writing, and I do have a bacherlor's of science in creative writing (lol).
From what I can tell, there are only three universally applicable pieces of writing advice:
Read a lot (mandatory)
Show your writing to people (mandatory)
Have something wrong with you in a way that is impossible to articulate except by writing a novel (optional)
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This is my annual reminder to let your female characters be evil!! Diabolical!! Murderous!! Drenched in blood!! Problematic!!
Do not let the internet make you think that you will be tar and feathered if your female character does anything that can't be cutesy, romantized or sexualized.
