I'm currently focused on a steampunk dystopian fantasy called Brass and Barricades that centers on the collapse of an espionage organisation and the subsequent rise of ruin and a country rife with sentinels
However! there's always something else in the works too!
The Mercinax Run (unstarted) — a plunge into deep space sci-fi about two crews of intergalactic pirates locked in a race for exactly the same goal somewhere within the reaches of the most powerful empire in the galaxy
Overground (unstarted) — a hope fulled, whimsical post-fallout dystopian about an underground society of tiny people and their first exploration in the overhead world, sparked by two twins who accidentally find a tunnel up
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"What happened?" she asked as she placed a bandage over the biggest one.
"…I fell."
"You fell?"
Her daughter nodded.
"…you've been falling a lot, recently," Rosita tried. "Are you sure that's all that's happening?"
Amarya gave a quick nod again.
She should push. The scrapes looked more like light burn marks and the bruises looked alarmingly like fingers and knuckles.
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The famed Scrapper captain is finally in Everett's hands after a failed attempt to steal from his supplies, completely at his mercy, and the only thing he has to decide upon is just how he's going to mess with them first.
"Captain, you'll never guess who we caught trying to raid the alpha jackbox down at the port!"
Ajax Everett was not a man easily swayed. He was the esteemed captain of Fortune's Favour, held in high regard among the looters of Drifters' Bay for the heists he managed to pull, and the iron grip in which he had the whole Fasarian port fearfully locked. Not many people got past him successfully, and those who did rarely lived or dared to try again. He was a man deservedly feared, and one who allowed himself to revel in the bitter chill that entered a room with him.
He was sharpening his blade with a killer's precision when his boatswain had run in, almost disturbing the pristine edge of the metalwork. On his address, Everett looked up slowly, his gaze almost as sharp as his weapon. "This had better be worth my time, Verritus," he mused, raising an eyebrow.
Verritus nodded with the kind of certainty that few would try and deny him. "Oh, trust me, Captain, this one is worth it."
"Very well, I will humour you. Who have you caught?"
"Phoenix Travelian."
Everett perked suddenly, and leaned forwards, fingertips steepled together and gaze unwavering. "Travelian, eh?"
Phoenix Travelian was notorious, a Scrapper captain so good at their job that they were practically invisible. The fact that this smuggler— handsome of face and loud of presence as they were— had avoided so many people but not Verritus was remarkable, a true testament to the ferocity of his hires. When Verritus nodded his confirmation, Everett smirked, almost hanging on his every word. He dreamed of the day when he'd be able to finally catch a Scrapper, and to have not only done that, but to have caught the infamous Phoenix Travelian… Well, that was a feat of it's own.
He had to see for himself this infamous peacock.
"Where are they now?"
"Down below. Do you really think I would let such a catch go so easily?"
"I never doubted you for a second, Verritus. Show me to them."
Phoenix Travelian bunched their knees up to their chest, trying to find somewhere remotely comfortable to rest their bound hands. They hadn't prepared for this; couldn't have possibly known about or anticipated the chance of getting caught. Most Scrappers were, by both instinctive nature and according to the tales of ambitious travellers, stealthy individuals with enough to hide that they were often considered ghosts.
Above all, though, Scrappers weren't meant to get caught. Many of them had spent so long attempting to claw their way back to the inner reaches that avoidance— and particularly, avoidance that led to cruising unnoticed— was paramount, and not only that, but a necessary step for most of their survival.
They were supposed to be intuitive enough to blend in with the colours of the world. But they had been careless, and now they had been caught. As they leaned forwards, letting their knees hit their chest, they considered just how and why.
For one, they hadn't been anticipating someone apparently watching their every move when they raided the port supplies. That was probably the primary reason why they were where they were, trying to make sense of the grey shades in this pitch dark room. But, for another, they'd gotten cocky because of a string of recent successes leading to deals they couldn't have even imagined, and let themselves believe that they could let their guard down for just a second.
That second was all anyone needed to exploit just the right gap. Anyone knew that. And they'd practically invited their assailant into doing just that by playing fast and loose with this job.
And as chance would have it, they didn't even get to finish the damn job anyway. The middleman between them and the transaction had given them the wrong damn location, and—
Something caught their attention suddenly, and they stopped trying to rationalise their capture for just long enough to pay attention.
Those were footsteps.
Two sets, both heavy and painfully obvious, and harbouring enough anger between them that the red was all but bleeding through the doorframe. Phoenix averted their eyes just as they heard the hiss of the door release, deciding that they simply weren't curious or foolish enough to meet the eyes of whoever that man brought back with him.
"As I promised, Captain."
"Excellent. Thank you, Verritus. I can take it from here."
The sting of red bled over with shimmering, violet amusement. One of the figures turned away and wandered down the corridor, leaving Phoenix with the other, the new colour, and the combination that struck fear through them like a violent storm.
"So… you're the Scrapper…" The voice— uptight and proud— perfectly conveyed that amusement that Phoenix could sense. This figure ambled into the room one purposeful step at a time, clearly eyeing Phoenix the whole while. "Your name has far transcended legend, Travelian, I must say."
Phoenix glared at the pointed boots of the figure. "What d'you want from me, pirate?" They made an attempt to push their sleeve down by scraping the fabric against their knee, just in case. The last thing they wanted was to give themselves away too early, or to make it clear that they were afraid in any capacity.
"Pirate?" The figure scoffed. "You can do so much better than that, my dear. It almost sounds like you're trying to insult me…"
Finally, having been practically coaxed into it, Phoenix looked up, and immediately startled, feeling their blood run cold. If this man's astoundingly proud face and dark, angled features didn't give enough away, then pairing the voice to that perfectly predatory snarl certainly did.
As the recognition sparked across Phoenix's face, the figure smirked, meeting their eyes from under his brow. "Ah, so you do know… Go on, I wouldn't deny you the pleasure."
"Captain Everett—" For what it was worth, they had tried to keep their voice level, but the jolt of reality in tune to their situation had scared them enough that it wavered, and the captain's name was drawn out with a kind of dread they would have rather avoided.
Their breath ran short.
Of course their luck would have it that the first time they were caught, it was by the crew of the most feared man this side of the Outerlands…
"Mhm, damn right. Now… I have just one question, and I fear it shall come easily enough." His hand rested on the hilt of his freshly sharpened blade, and he tilted his head just so. Phoenix shifted. For good measure, he drew it out, and with an unwavering hand, drew it neatly to the line of their throat.
"Why did you think yourself bold enough to steal from me?"
"I—" Fuck. Not only had they been ditched or misinformed by the courier, but they had been attempting to get something from fucking Everett of all people…
They faltered, trying and failing to come up with an excuse on the fly. "No, no, you have me wrong! This was a pickup!" Phoenix had attempted to back away, but they had been well and truly backed into a corner, so much so that they could barely even see the door for everett's imposing figure.
"A pickup, right… Look me in the eyes, Scrapper. What do you see?"
"… Huh?"
"What do you see when you look at me?"
Confidence. Too much, but none of it misplaced. A man who saw himself with exactly the reputation his peers had given him and ran with the bloody crown in visage above his head. But that wasn't the kind of answer Everett wanted, and Phoenix was all too aware of that. Besides, there was little else they could say when the point of a blade was held so precariously and yet so unwaveringly against their throat.
"Red," they answered instead, sighing softly to themselves. "Brighter'n I've seen in a while. You— You live up to that reputation they say you have…"
That went directly to the captain's head. He grinned— a sharp something that perfectly accentuated a man followed by that much red— and edged forwards ever so slightly. Phoenix felt the blade press into their throat a little more, and could only feel glad that they were accounted for.
"I should fucking hope I do. the decks of this vessel weren't scrubbed clean for no reason, now… Though, to speak of things that have been scrubbed clean… You, Travelian, are remarkably hard to read."
"And that's supposed to mean what?" they asked, though they already knew exactly how a phrase like that should be translated. This one doesn't know of the Transferrence and he's about to use it against you.
"I've heard it told that Scrappers are easy to read as we are to you. It's in the eyes, as they say. But yours have remained the same all the while. Where are your colours, Travelian?"
"Why? So you can consider yourself a reader too? So you can take what you find out and exploit it?" For added measure, they leaned forwards just a little, heeding the blade and taking it in thier stride.
"Are you aware the position you're in right now?" Everett angled the blade, running the edge along their throat instead. Still, they didn't falter, and still, their colours didn't make themselves obvious. "I could kill you, just for trying to rob me…"
"I have far better things to do with my time than live up to a centuries old stereotype…"
"As you have heard what surrounds me, I too have heard rumour circulating about you. You are an expendable thief, and though you claim to be captain of that pathetic lot, I know you stole that title as you steal everything else."
"I'm as much a captain as you are." Phoenix knew they should've expected the complete lack of anything readable on Everett's face. He was a perpetually smug bastard, and knew well the kind of strings he was pulling. But most of the rumours had been true so far, and if that was the case, then Phoenix was almost assured that the rest of them were too. They tried to steel themselves as best as possible, though they could see their own reflection in the blade, and it didn't look good for them at all.
Everett pressed deeper. Phoenix felt the point where their skin started to break. That bright, tangible panic set in once again. There was no fighting this. They were remiss to even try, even though they had to give themselves some form of credit for the effort.
"If you— if you wanted to kill me, you'd have killed me by now… So what do you really want?"
This time, Everett smirked, and for just a moment, the blade was lifted from Phoenix's throat.
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The famed Scrapper captain is finally in Everett's hands after a failed attempt to steal from his supplies, completely at his mercy, and the only thing he has to decide upon is just how he's going to mess with them first.
"Captain, you'll never guess who we caught trying to raid the alpha jackbox down at the port!"
Ajax Everett was not a man easily swayed. He was the esteemed captain of Fortune's Favour, held in high regard among the looters of Drifters' Bay for the heists he managed to pull, and the iron grip in which he had the whole Fasarian port fearfully locked. Not many people got past him successfully, and those who did rarely lived or dared to try again. He was a man deservedly feared, and one who allowed himself to revel in the bitter chill that entered a room with him.
He was sharpening his blade with a killer's precision when his boatswain had run in, almost disturbing the pristine edge of the metalwork. On his address, Everett looked up slowly, his gaze almost as sharp as his weapon. "This had better be worth my time, Verritus," he mused, raising an eyebrow.
Verritus nodded with the kind of certainty that few would try and deny him. "Oh, trust me, Captain, this one is worth it."
"Very well, I will humour you. Who have you caught?"
"Phoenix Travelian."
Everett perked suddenly, and leaned forwards, fingertips steepled together and gaze unwavering. "Travelian, eh?"
Phoenix Travelian was notorious, a Scrapper captain so good at their job that they were practically invisible. The fact that this smuggler— handsome of face and loud of presence as they were— had avoided so many people but not Verritus was remarkable, a true testament to the ferocity of his hires. When Verritus nodded his confirmation, Everett smirked, almost hanging on his every word. He dreamed of the day when he'd be able to finally catch a Scrapper, and to have not only done that, but to have caught the infamous Phoenix Travelian… Well, that was a feat of it's own.
He had to see for himself this infamous peacock.
"Where are they now?"
"Down below. Do you really think I would let such a catch go so easily?"
"I never doubted you for a second, Verritus. Show me to them."
Phoenix Travelian bunched their knees up to their chest, trying to find somewhere remotely comfortable to rest their bound hands. They hadn't prepared for this; couldn't have possibly known about or anticipated the chance of getting caught. Most Scrappers were, by both instinctive nature and according to the tales of ambitious travellers, stealthy individuals with enough to hide that they were often considered ghosts.
Above all, though, Scrappers weren't meant to get caught. Many of them had spent so long attempting to claw their way back to the inner reaches that avoidance— and particularly, avoidance that led to cruising unnoticed— was paramount, and not only that, but a necessary step for most of their survival.
They were supposed to be intuitive enough to blend in with the colours of the world. But they had been careless, and now they had been caught. As they leaned forwards, letting their knees hit their chest, they considered just how and why.
For one, they hadn't been anticipating someone apparently watching their every move when they raided the port supplies. That was probably the primary reason why they were where they were, trying to make sense of the grey shades in this pitch dark room. But, for another, they'd gotten cocky because of a string of recent successes leading to deals they couldn't have even imagined, and let themselves believe that they could let their guard down for just a second.
That second was all anyone needed to exploit just the right gap. Anyone knew that. And they'd practically invited their assailant into doing just that by playing fast and loose with this job.
And as chance would have it, they didn't even get to finish the damn job anyway. The middleman between them and the transaction had given them the wrong damn location, and—
Something caught their attention suddenly, and they stopped trying to rationalise their capture for just long enough to pay attention.
Those were footsteps.
Two sets, both heavy and painfully obvious, and harbouring enough anger between them that the red was all but bleeding through the doorframe. Phoenix averted their eyes just as they heard the hiss of the door release, deciding that they simply weren't curious or foolish enough to meet the eyes of whoever that man brought back with him.
"As I promised, Captain."
"Excellent. Thank you, Verritus. I can take it from here."
The sting of red bled over with shimmering, violet amusement. One of the figures turned away and wandered down the corridor, leaving Phoenix with the other, the new colour, and the combination that struck fear through them like a violent storm.
"So… you're the Scrapper…" The voice— uptight and proud— perfectly conveyed that amusement that Phoenix could sense. This figure ambled into the room one purposeful step at a time, clearly eyeing Phoenix the whole while. "Your name has far transcended legend, Travelian, I must say."
Phoenix glared at the pointed boots of the figure. "What d'you want from me, pirate?" They made an attempt to push their sleeve down by scraping the fabric against their knee, just in case. The last thing they wanted was to give themselves away too early, or to make it clear that they were afraid in any capacity.
"Pirate?" The figure scoffed. "You can do so much better than that, my dear. It almost sounds like you're trying to insult me…"
Finally, having been practically coaxed into it, Phoenix looked up, and immediately startled, feeling their blood run cold. If this man's astoundingly proud face and dark, angled features didn't give enough away, then pairing the voice to that perfectly predatory snarl certainly did.
As the recognition sparked across Phoenix's face, the figure smirked, meeting their eyes from under his brow. "Ah, so you do know… Go on, I wouldn't deny you the pleasure."
"Captain Everett—" For what it was worth, they had tried to keep their voice level, but the jolt of reality in tune to their situation had scared them enough that it wavered, and the captain's name was drawn out with a kind of dread they would have rather avoided.
Their breath ran short.
Of course their luck would have it that the first time they were caught, it was by the crew of the most feared man this side of the Outerlands…
"Mhm, damn right. Now… I have just one question, and I fear it shall come easily enough." His hand rested on the hilt of his freshly sharpened blade, and he tilted his head just so. Phoenix shifted. For good measure, he drew it out, and with an unwavering hand, drew it neatly to the line of their throat.
"Why did you think yourself bold enough to steal from me?"
"I—" Fuck. Not only had they been ditched or misinformed by the courier, but they had been attempting to get something from fucking Everett of all people…
They faltered, trying and failing to come up with an excuse on the fly. "No, no, you have me wrong! This was a pickup!" Phoenix had attempted to back away, but they had been well and truly backed into a corner, so much so that they could barely even see the door for everett's imposing figure.
"A pickup, right… Look me in the eyes, Scrapper. What do you see?"
"… Huh?"
"What do you see when you look at me?"
Confidence. Too much, but none of it misplaced. A man who saw himself with exactly the reputation his peers had given him and ran with the bloody crown in visage above his head. But that wasn't the kind of answer Everett wanted, and Phoenix was all too aware of that. Besides, there was little else they could say when the point of a blade was held so precariously and yet so unwaveringly against their throat.
"Red," they answered instead, sighing softly to themselves. "Brighter'n I've seen in a while. You— You live up to that reputation they say you have…"
That went directly to the captain's head. He grinned— a sharp something that perfectly accentuated a man followed by that much red— and edged forwards ever so slightly. Phoenix felt the blade press into their throat a little more, and could only feel glad that they were accounted for.
"I should fucking hope I do. the decks of this vessel weren't scrubbed clean for no reason, now… Though, to speak of things that have been scrubbed clean… You, Travelian, are remarkably hard to read."
"And that's supposed to mean what?" they asked, though they already knew exactly how a phrase like that should be translated. This one doesn't know of the Transferrence and he's about to use it against you.
"I've heard it told that Scrappers are easy to read as we are to you. It's in the eyes, as they say. But yours have remained the same all the while. Where are your colours, Travelian?"
"Why? So you can consider yourself a reader too? So you can take what you find out and exploit it?" For added measure, they leaned forwards just a little, heeding the blade and taking it in thier stride.
"Are you aware the position you're in right now?" Everett angled the blade, running the edge along their throat instead. Still, they didn't falter, and still, their colours didn't make themselves obvious. "I could kill you, just for trying to rob me…"
"I have far better things to do with my time than live up to a centuries old stereotype…"
"As you have heard what surrounds me, I too have heard rumour circulating about you. You are an expendable thief, and though you claim to be captain of that pathetic lot, I know you stole that title as you steal everything else."
"I'm as much a captain as you are." Phoenix knew they should've expected the complete lack of anything readable on Everett's face. He was a perpetually smug bastard, and knew well the kind of strings he was pulling. But most of the rumours had been true so far, and if that was the case, then Phoenix was almost assured that the rest of them were too. They tried to steel themselves as best as possible, though they could see their own reflection in the blade, and it didn't look good for them at all.
Everett pressed deeper. Phoenix felt the point where their skin started to break. That bright, tangible panic set in once again. There was no fighting this. They were remiss to even try, even though they had to give themselves some form of credit for the effort.
"If you— if you wanted to kill me, you'd have killed me by now… So what do you really want?"
This time, Everett smirked, and for just a moment, the blade was lifted from Phoenix's throat.
bro i LOVE indigenous fusion music i love it when indigenous people take traditional practices and language and apply them in new cool ways i love the slow decay and decolonisation of the modern music industry
Another one for Inuit artists is Piqsiq! Two sisters who’ve been doing traditional throat singing since they were kids. They make some really gorgeous, eerie, atmospheric stuff. Highly recommend watching this video of them performing live a cappella using a looping machine, because they might be the coolest people on the planet actually
For anyone into North Asian and Central Asian folk music, there's this incredible Siberian folk-pop band called Otyken! The group is mostly women and they're from multiple indigenous groups in Siberia, with songs being sung in their range of different languages. They're so much fun and their music videos are amazing!
i'll go ahead and recommend The Halluci Nation (formerly known as A Tribe Called Red), an EDM group from First Nations Ontario that do really cool fusions of First Nations music with dubstep, moombahton, and hip hop.
I really really really appreciate people who share videos on posts like these, because almost without a doubt every time I love the music but I’ve never got the spoons to click on links and look through a bunch of music or worse google the artist I always end up too overwhelmed to start and I hate that
Haven't seen Belle Sisoski here yet so here we go: she's the current Artist of Year for BURO impact Awards. She's from Malaysia and knows how to play an insane amount of ethnic instruments and mixes them with her own voice. She does covers and her own songs, mixes ethnic instruments with Techno and shows the process. And she's also a live DJ at 19!
And one of her own:
Oh and of course there's also the HU and Bloodywood for people who like more rock and metal mixed in:
Im enjoying the longevity of tumblrs recontextualization style of humor. a seemingly innocuous post followed by like "posts that a gnome would make" or like "are you a phone"
It had never occurred to me that bus upholstery fabric is something that an ordinary person can just buy, but I was watching a video that included a trip to a huge fabric store and they just had a whole section of it??!
Including the exact same one my city buses have!!
The fabric store in the video isn't even in the same country as me, but I sat on that very same pattern on the way to work yesterday!
I love discovering really specific commercial textiles are also available for domestic use. Very jarring to discover, for example, that bowling alley carpet is something anybody can just buy.
eeee, thanks @pertinax--loculos! i'm excited to share more stuff from how to fail a field practicum. even if we're in a transition scene. here we go!
Zeph followed Bryndis toward the common kitchen,one hand gripping her slate, the other pressed over her stomach as if she could punch it into settling. It grumbled and twisted uncomfortably inside her. She really needed to stop skipping meals.
The common kitchen bustled with activity.
iiiiiiii'm gonna tag @willtheweaver - @space-writes - @starboard-writes - and open tag! show me your wips, i need them for sustenance
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