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i just really like seeing hoid put into Situations
#yumi and the nightmare painter#tress of the emerald sea#everyone point and laugh at the worldsinger#hoid#cosmere
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worldsinger as a cosmere occupation is inherently queer and trans send post
#I have actual analysis of this#the acceptance of new names and stories#connecting to people through story and not blood#all worldsingers have something a little funky with their gender going on#cosmere#stormlight archive#brandon sanderson#the stormlight archive#oathbringer#rhythm of war#mistborn#words of radiance#Warbreaker#the sunlit man man#queer cosmere#lgbtqia#ssp4
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Sigzil/Hoid ⛵
⛵ How would I sail this ship
Ooooh! I haven't thought about this one much, so I'm going to riff a little. I think I would give them one of those relationships that start out intense and then you go your separate ways just because of life circumstances. And then when you meet up again you hook up and you can see that they've changed but also you KNOW who they are at their core and that never changes... I feel like Hoid/Sigzil would be like that.
They started out traveling together, which as we all know, you can REALLY get to know someone when you're sharing a room and your food and there's no privacy for weeks or months at a time. They may not share their life stories, but they would know each other's personality at minimum.
And then it could be fun to have them hook up randomly after that, either angry sex (I do recall Sig being mad at Hoid at some point, and I'd be mad too if I found out my traveling buddy had abandoned me to the bridges knowing I was there) or nostalgic sex, or maybe a bit of both.
Oh! I almost forgot there's a mentor/mentee relationship in there too, oh that can be a fun thing to work in there too. The (broken) trust.
#ask answered#sigzil x wit#hoid x sigzil#no idea what the ship name for them would be#hoidzil#?#sigzoid#one sounds like a medication and the other sounds like a 90s cereal mascot#shipping#stormlight archive#wor spoilers#maybe?#cannot for the life of me remember when we find it Sig was a worldsinger#sigzil stormlight#hoid cosmere
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I think there’s a compelling argument to be made that the listeners to Hoid’s story in Ssp1 and Ssp3 are two different people. If I remember correctly, he mentions rich sailing culture and I think aliens? As something the Ssp1 guy should be familiar with, which makes me think of Sixth of the Dusk, obviously. Roshar doesn’t have a sailing culture, only Thaylenah does. And I can’t think of any important Thaylen characters Hoid would be talking to. (Plus the aliens thing but that might just be me misremembering something else).
As for Ssp3, the mere mention of Vedens as something the listener should be familiar with pidgeonholes it to Roshar kinda hard I think. Would make sense for it to be Sigzil then, though I’d understand if it was Khriss or Shallan or something, as a previous ask said.
I haven’t actually started Ssp3 but I finished Ssp1 so tbh you’d probably know better than me tho, whadda ya think?
well i agree with you in that it's probable that there are two different listeners just cause the tone of address in ssp1 and ssp3 is a little different (though that might be chalked up to the varying degrees of how much hoid is embarrassing himself in either) but well.....i was pretty convinced whoever he was talking to was a worldhopper. both books are set in the future from where we are in stormlight so shallan and sigzil are still contenders because theyve both studied customs of different countries on roshar. i dont think your mention of thaylenah excludes them BUT im realizing i never considered rysn???? and she's like. likely. considering what's been going on with her recently she and hoid now share something very very plot significant.
scadrial had a quick shoutout in passing where im at in ssp3, but the references are still very roshar heavy
#we know by now that sig DOES worldhop and im convinced its only a matter of time for shallan#her doing worldsinger training or just generally being his successor is the only theory im going 2 bat for#ssp3 spoilers#ssp3#asks
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World-bringers
World-singers
World-hoppers
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i got these two star trek comic books at an antiques store yesterday!
They're the first comic books i've gotten; i like star trek and they look neat so i was like "hell yeah ive gotta get a couple of these." there were other ones but these are the ones i picked
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If Era 1 Mistborn and Stormlight characters met each other…
If the Era 1 Mistborn gang and the Stormlight characters happened to meet up, what would that be like?
[Includes spoilers through Rhythm of War & Era 1 Mistborn!]
1. Dalinar & Elend
Elend: And THEN the council voted ME out! Man, democracy is just so hard!
Dalinar: Have you considered straight-up tyranny?
Elend: A-actually, yeah. Unfortunately.
Elend: It just…works so well…
Dalinar: I know.
Dalinar: Let’s not dwell on it.
2. Shallan & Vin
Vin: My mom tried to kill me.
Shallan: Same.
Vin: Luckily I had my brother who cared for me. But he also had a cruel streak.
Shallan: Yeah—trust me, I know.
Vin: I trained as a thief & con artist for a while.
Shallan: Oh hey, me too! And that’s fun, but I also like wearing nice clothes and marrying someone socially above my station, you know?
Vin: Yeah, same!
Shallan: But also…I’ve murdered, just, so many people. Including family!
Vin: Killed my boyfriend’s dad.
Vin: And ex-fiancee.
Vin: And brother.
Shallan: Yeah, the murders just keep coming!
Vin: Crazy how that works.
3. Straff & Sadeas
Sadeas: Knifed in a hallway by my nemesis’s son. Right into the brain. Eye popped and everything.
Straff: Literally cut in half by a giant sword wielded by my son’s girlfriend. My horse, too.
Sadeas: Bro.
Straff: Bro.
4. Breeze & Sebarial
Breeze: Well, it certainly is nice to relax with a glass of wine & let the other characters make the jokes, isn’t it?
Sebarial: …why did I just get you wine??
5. Sazed & Sigzil
Sigzil: And as a Worldsinger, I learn about other places and then share that knowledge to bring people together.
Sazed: That’s simply wonderful! I think feruchemy would work so well for you!
Sigzil: It does seem like an amazing power.
Sazed: Also, do you ever want to, just…
Sigzil: …strangle Hoid?
Sazed: Yeah.
Sigzil: Yeah.
Kelsier: Yeah!!!
Sazed: Kelsier, get to your own section!
6. Spook & Lift
Lift: So you…eat metal. And it gives you powers?
Spook: Yeah. I get my power from burning Tin.
Lift: After you eat it?
Spook: After I eat it.
Lift: Sucks to be you! I get my power from PANCAKES.
7. Marsh & Navani
Marsh: …and with these metal spikes piercing my body, I gained a number of powers. Also immortality. Apparently.
Navani: I am so horrified. And so intrigued. You’re going to make SUCH good research!
Marsh: The horror doesn’t, you know, put you off?
Navani: Nah, you should have seen my last research partner.
8. TenSoon & Kaladin
Kaladin: So you are a…puppy?
TenSoon: Well, I have the ability to consume the bones of a canine and then take on this shape.
Kaladin: [nodding]
TenSoon: That doesn’t…disturb you at all?
Kaladin: I don’t know enough about dogs to judge.
9. Zane & Szeth
Zane: And basically, with the voice of God constantly in my ear encouraging me to kill, I did that! Kill, I mean.
Szeth: Obeying an unknown disembodied voice because you thought it might be god? What foolishness.
Zane: Didn’t you obey a rock?
Szeth: That was DIFFERENT.
10. Kelsier & Moash
Kelsier: The thing is—aristocrats just gotta be murdered, you know?
Kelsier: You look into their faces, see the reflection of their endless crimes, and just think, “Yup. Murder time.”
Kelsier: And some people are like, “Kelsier, stop murdering everyone!”
Kelsier: And it’s like—do I tell YOU not to do what YOU’RE good at?
Kelsier: I’m good at three things! Survival. Starting cults. And murder.
Moash: …
Moash: I think I love you.
#cosmerelists#mistborn#stormlight archive#Dalinar#Elend#Shallan#Vin#Straff#Sadeas#Breeze#Sebarial#Sazed#Sigzil#Spook#Lift#Marsh#Navani#TenSoon#Kaladin#Zane#Szeth#Keslier#Moash
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I'm not quite there yet but I KNOW that after wind and truth featuring Szeth and Kaladin's Unwell Adventure, I WILL be adding Kalaszeth to my all encompassing mental cabinet of beloved possible Kaladin ships.
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Which introduces a new funniest time travel companion for a new funniest post book 5 time travel scenario.
Stormlight au 31:
Szeth, having jump scared the bridge crew by appearing lightly glowing in the dark while they were having stew, been hastily ushered by the captain into the bridge four barrack, only to sit on the floor and stare dead eyed at nothing:
Kaladin, standing between the crew and the man on the floor:
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Lopen looked around. As usual, he could tell that the men were silently crying out for him, the Lopen, to take charge and speak.
"So!" he said cheerfully. "Gotta say gancho, very excited to meet an old friend of yours! Nice to take some mystery out of that mysterious past of yours, eh?"
Kaladin shifted from foot to foot, face twisting a bit. He had been acting strange since that terrifying glowy high storm vision of his a few days back. Even more broody than usual, which was storming saying something.
"It must be difficult," Rock said slowly. "Being Shin man with great powers and shardblade."
A shardblade which he had summoned unceremoniously, causing all of bridge four to scramble for weapons, only for the crazy man to hand it to Kaladin with a mumble, then sit on the floor.
Kaladin had sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, before placing it, very, very carefully, under his bed.
A storming shardblade. Under the Captain's bed.
"A Shin with a shardblade who wears white," Moash added sarcastically, eyes flickering to the Captain's bed even more than usual.
(White may have been a stretch, what with all the mud and possibly dried blood. Still. Lopen could perhaps see Moash's point.)
"Yes," Rock said. "Why, were I more suspicious man, I would say Captain, this man on the floor, he can not be Assassin in White? Surely most wanted, most dangerous man in all Roshar is not here, in the place we sleep, asking for aid. Surely it would have been mentioned if this man who caused the war we even now are a part of, was old friend of yours?"
"I..." Kaladin trailed off. "I promised to try and protect..."
The whole bridge crew groaned, Skar even throwing his spear at the ground. Bad form, that.
"Storm's sake lad!" Teft growled, arms in the air. "You can't befriend and save every wanted criminal you meet!"
"If it is of help -"
The men started at the unnerving dead voice coming from the so far quiet assassin.
"We are not truly friends. Merely -"
He said a word, presumably in his language, then frowned, the first recognizably human emotion that had crossed his face.
"I do not know this word in Alethi. In Azish it is I think -"
He said something that made Sigzil choke on air, jaw dropping. "Uh," the Worldsinger stammered out. "I. Ah. I think. That might be the wrong term."
The Captain seemed to pale slightly. "Szeth, we can talk about that later," he said quickly. "We should probably figure out a plan for you to surrender to Dalinar - or Elokhar - without you getting immediately executed - Yes, Dalinar is probably-"
"Perhaps," Sigzil interrupted, voice higher than usual. "You could define the meaning of the word you used before."
"Sigzil!" The captain hissed.
"Captain?" Sigzil challenged, voice still slightly too high.
"I was emotionally and mentally unwell," the assassin in white said in his monotone. He paused. "Even more so than currently."
A few of the men took a step back.
"Stormblessed..." he looked up at Kaladin, and his voice seemed to soften, just the slightest bit. "He felt pity for me. Then he helped me feel. Helped me think that perhaps, someday I would feel the desire for life. He did this despite no great love for my being."
Many of the men nodded at that. Sigzil's shoulders slumped in relief.
"He accomplished this primarily by fucking me in a cave."
The nods froze. Sigzil closed his eyes.
The Captain slapped a hand to his face.
"The translation for this from my language would be 'pity fuck', but there is more cultural nuance..." The Assassin shrugged. "In any case it is not a bond such as that of friendship. My soul is still far too damaged for that."
"Szeth..." The Captain said, looking down at him with obvious concern. He glanced at the room, blanched at the men's expressions, then slowly pressed his head back into his hand.
Moash made an indecipherable noise and stomped towards the door, before making another noise and stomping back.
The Captain kept his palm pressed to his face.
A sudden wave of epiphany hit Lopen. "Hold on. Now hold on just a storming minute!"
The room turned slowly from staring at their Stormblessed leader to staring at Lopen.
He pointed accusingly at the Captain. When the man failed to pull his massive hand from his beautiful face, Lopen faced the others, glaring.
"I know that I joined bridge four late! But are you telling me that before I got here, the whole famous 'pulling everyone out of bridge crew misery' was actually the captain...I mean did storming all of you..."
He made a deliberate gesture, pointer finger moving extra emphatically to make up for the missing hand with which to form a hole, meeting each man's eyes with a challenge.
Drehy let out a wheeze. He and Skar looked at each other before dissolving into quiet, helpless laughter. Drehy sank to his hands and knees, wheezing more, and Skar bent over, tears streaming down his face as he gasped around his laughing.
"That ain't an answer!" he said indignantly.
He looked at Teft, but the older man had put both hands over his face. His shoulders seem to shake occasionally. Lopen's eyes narrowed as he turned to Rock.
The horneater had a hand over his mouth, but he brought it down, coughing once as he stroked his beard.
"What," Rock said mildly. "You thought it my stew that bring back men's will to live? You honor me, the Lopen."
Lopen gaped at that, and he wasn't the only one. The handful of other 'late' additions, men who had been rescued on the field from other crews, started in shock.
The rest of the crew completely lost it at that point.
Skar and Drehy collapsed further, banging their fists on the floor. Bissig started laughing as well, falling onto Natam, who had made a strange grunting whine at Lopen's question, a whine which grew louder at Rock's reply.
Moash's lips turned up reluctantly before a snort escaped against his will. He fell back against a wall, knees seeming to grow weak. Another snort. "Imagine!" he gasped out. "If he just started punching people in the stomach, ran around like a madman, and expected people to follow him!"
Leyten went from chuckling to a booming laugh at that, clutching at Pete and Yake to stay upright. He looked at Lopen, who made another questioning gesture. That was enough to send all three toppling over, Leyten loud enough to be heard the next barrack over.
Renarin squeaked from the corner as Natam hit the wall beside him in mirth, howling. Talek's breath, he had forgotten the lad was there, light eyes wide in shock.
Shen was next to him. Was it Lopen's imagination, or did even his eyes seemed to be sparkling with mirth? No storming way...not the parshman...the Captain wouldn't...
"Crazy!" Torfin agreed, cackling. "What kind of idiots would start pooling all their pay to buy storming bandages for doomed men, start laughing during chasm duty, swear to stand by their storming bridge, if they didn't have at least one, um - uh -"
"Stormblessing!" Leyten offered with a gasp from the ground.
Torfin pointed at him, "Stormblessing!" he repeated with a yell. "To remind them that life was worth living!"
Lopen narrowed his eyes, finally coming to a conclusion. "You fellows are taking the piss out on me," he accused.
"You know Captain," Drehy said, whole body heaving, tears still streaming down his face as he lay helplessly on the floor. "I still get nightmares."
This inspired a new wave of laughter mixed with jeers about their own issues, and suggestions for how the captain could help. Lopen shook his head, grinning widely at the room full of uproarious men. Some of his best work. And mostly achieved on accident, which was the best kind of accomplishment!
The Captain finally pulled his hand from his face. There was color high in his cheeks, and he was frowning, but the corners of his eyes were creased with suppressed laughter.
"Sorry Drehy, one time offer," he said dryly, to hoots.
And Lopen," he said, faux apologetic. "I am sorry for the oversight. I... didn't realize you were interested."
The crew edged well into hysteria, most men only able to breathe in strangled gasps and wheeze out an occasional ''Stormblessing!'
Bridge four's captain was good at playing straight man, when the mood struck him.
The Lopen huffed, but decided magnanimously to move past the slight to his honor. Even if it turned out they weren't joking.
"It's still nice to be included," he sniffed. "Ain't that right, Renarin."
The Brightlord seemed to shrink as attention was drawn towards him, face a brilliant red as he pressed into the corner. Some of the laughter trailed off as the crew remembered he was there. More of it got louder, even less uncontrolled.
The Captain's eyes widened and the flush on his cheeks spread to his ears.
"Renarin! Oh - Jezrianssake, the men are full of chullshit, alright? I didn't - that wasn't -"
The Captain gestured helplessly. "The thing with Szeth was - we were - the world was going to -"
He threw up his arms as Renarin's eyes just got wider.
"It was the stew!" He said desperately, turning to look at Eth, who looked bemused back at him. "It really was the stew!" He pleaded.
"I know Captain," Eth said soothingly. "I know I came in a bit later, but I know. That's not exactly something these idiots would be able to keep secret."
"Things might have gone faster, though..." Skar said leadingly, which set off another round of helpless groans and gasps for air.
The Captain rolled his eyes, scoffing, still the perfect comedic straight man.
...He did get the whole joke though, right? The bit of truth in the jeers? The Lopen was not generally interested in the more manly sex but Storms. It was sometimes hard to tell if the Captain realized just how pretty he was, just how much people reacted to his general...Stormblessedness. Not to mention the glowing! Everyone loves a man who can glow and run up walls.
Hm. Maybe that helped explain the Captain and the Assassin.
Moash stumbled, still snorting, over to the Man in White - to Szeth - looking down at him, appraising.
Kaladin grew tense.
Gancho had been especially strange around Moash for the last few days.
"Assassin," he said thoughtfully. "Are you sure it was just pity?"
The wide eyed man, who had remained utterly impassive as the room fell apart around him, cocked his head as Moash leaned down.
"There's a certain kind of person who finds killing light eyes, especially powerful lighteyes, a rather..."
Kaladin cleared his throat, interrupting. "We're not killing the king."
Moash turned sharply, glaring at Kaladin.
"I do not wish to kill anymore," Szeth whispered. He paused, then spoke again.
"I will kill if the Blackthorn orders, or if you ask, Kaladin Stormblessed, son son Tanavast."
Kaladin winced. "Maybe let's not mention...that whole last part when we go to the King. We...we should definitely practice exactly how we're going to explain all this."
He starting towing the still blank faced - no there was a bit of confusion there, if you were looking - infamous Assassin to his office, the men letting out the best jeers they could (considering their incoherent state) as they went.
"You should for sure mention the 'pity fuck' thing though," Lopen called helpfully. "The King will definitely be interested in that."
#Stormlight archive#kaladin stormblessed#My au#stormlight fanfic#Stormlight au no 31#Szeth/Kaladin#Words of Radiance au#lopen and szeth: untapped comedy tagteam??#lopen szeth and kaladin: three people who will just fucking say things???#i made myself laugh and as always that's whats important#New most entertaining kaladin sexuality: sex positive ace whose thing specifically is#he WILL happily have sex but ONLY if it will be emotionally healing for the other party#bridge four: that's just pity fu-#kaladin: IT'S PART OF A JOURNEY TOWARDS MENTAL RECOVERY I DON'T KNOW OKAY I'M STILL INVENTING THERAPY#wind and truth speculation#rhythm of war spoilers#crack#you know those two glowing men are going to have some feelings at the very least while adjacent to each other.#overnight in a cave is optional i can supply that myself if need be#cosmere#nevertheless cosmere
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Exodite Worldsinger commission
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I've been struck by the thought that maybe Hoid is telling Tress's story to Sigzil as part of his Worldsinger apprenticeship, and I care not if the details don't quite add up because it makes me happy to think about 💕
#tress of the emerald sea#totes#the stormlight archive#hoid#sigzil#cosmere#chaos babbles#(I'm at the memories bit and#😭😭😭)
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I want to read about Sigzil's adventures apprenticing to Hoid as a Worldsinger. I don't know which part about the apprenticeship would be funniest:
-the contrast between Azir logic and storytelling
-the kid getting into constant trouble but the master effortlessly dealing with it
-or the curious logical Azir just getting worn down to not question the daily weirdness
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It's your fault I have the Sigzil brain rot, so I'm sending you a list of (small, happy) Kalazil/Sigkal things.
After becoming Captain and the Kholins' bodyguard, Kaladin had access to a mirror for the first time in who knows how long. He spent a long while looking at it, trying to see 'a leader's face' in his own like Sigzil had said.
Kaladin is the one person Sigzil really tries to be a WorldSinger for. The others ask and press for stories, but Kaladin is the only one Sigzil gives them openly and freely too.
Kaladin loves it when he gets spanreed messages from Sigzil because he knows it's actually him writing and reading it on the other side
On the flip side, Sigzil hates using a spanreed to talk to Kaladin because he's aware that there must be someone else reading and writing for Kaladin and he just hates the idea of that for some reason
When Lyn broke up with Kaladin, Sigzil was the first to know, because he was on his way to talk to Kaladin when it happened. He actually heard the whole thing. His being there when Lyn opened the door is part of the reason she felt so okay leaving Kaladin in the state he was in (which wasn't great to start and was worse after she broke the news to him). She knew that next to Teft or Rock, he was the best person who could be there.
You know I was going to defend Adolin's honor and then I remembered that while Adolin is almost always absolutely fantastic for Kal's low points, he is also the Married Friend. And you don't want your Married Friend to walk in .2 seconds after you got dumped. Sigzil at least can distract and sooth much easier. But yeah. Sigzil feeling some kind of way about writing to Kaladin. Different than the feeling he has about writing for Kaladin, or reading. Trying so hard to be a worldsinger for him. Mishim you iconic cringefail of a story. Storms. Kaladin trying to see the leader's face in the mirror, Sigzil trying to see the scholar Kaladin thinks the exams were too foolish to recognize....
#see sigzil can go 'I'll try to be a story teller for you' and kaladin can go 'you really don't have to. like at all.'#just as Kaladin is always going 'id die for you' and Sigzil and everyone else goes 'please god do not'#fifteen chapters into secret project four and yeah. i could use this thanks#got too much grading to read more even when I'm not at work ugggghhhhh#pocket talks to people#im a ramblr#my sister
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when a surgeon fails, someone dies. when a worldsinger fails, someone is forgotten. when a farmer fails, someone starves. when a soldier fails, someone lives.
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im srry i cant even reconcile this i know that it is the plight of the worldsinger to effortlessly shed and don names like clothing and when hoid switches it up in book its still fine but i cant get my head around this. i JUST got used to the book referring to sigzil as nomad. if we hadn't done what we did last year maybe i could take it seriously but we DID. we did. this is on us.
#if tumblr had a memories feature this would be actually insane.#ssp4#ssp4 spoilers#the sunlit man#i should change my icon again i still have the ones from before saved to my phone
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The Animus Vitrum Timeline
Animus Vitrum is a WIP project that I've had for a few years (you'll find it tagged on this blog and on @cinalilli under #anivi, #animus vitrum, #seades, #seasonal depression (the former name). It has a few splintered-off stories, casts, and timelines that I couldn't possibly hope to cover within the main scope of the story as a whole, all detailed below the cut.
I change things up a lot, but the vibe of the world of Tela has begun to solidify since 2019 into something with a shape. This is the shape it's in currently.
Animus Vitrum's calendar is based on a Tapestry created by the ineffable Weaver and their attendants, the Threadbearers. Each stitch and running thread is made from the fibers that make reality, time, and space. The Tapestry functions as historical record of events (to levels of detail that are somewhat inscrutable, sometimes even to the scholarly eye), a means of seeing events as they come together, and a means of divining the future as threads are spun into being.
WIP 1: [no official name], featuring Malachi Practice, snake oil salesman, and the Reptilarium
Humanity didn't appear on the world of Tela until a few thousand years into its recorded existence, Year 5036 in accordance with the Tapestry. On Earth, in the year 1816, an eccentric's house of reptiles, the guests, surrounding grounds, and resident animals were transported to the hostile magical land of Tela, where the powers-that-be (gods, fae, the land-lords, whatever term you want to use) began to take to hunting humans for sport, while others would endow them with immense magical abilities to help them survive. Some would only help the lizards, creating megafauna and intelligent reptilian creatures living alongside the humans of Earth.
This project follows (trustworthy, non-charlatan, reputable salesman of reptile-based tinctures and cures) Malachi Practice on his quest to hunt a particular creature thus effected for its physical properties.
WIP 2: [no official name], featuring Log Helfeather, son of the Bloodmaker and the Homunculus
After a few hundred years of moving around and being systematically toyed with by the landlords, humanity has begun to splinter into subspecies in order to survive. Most of these resemble stock fantasy races: elfs form contracts with lesser spirits that give them access to magic in exchange for caring for them, huldra can survive underground as a result of the first group of huldra being blessed with an Internal Light that keeps the swarming dark abated, and the vitra can turn the hearts of any living creature into glass that magic can be conducted through. Using these newfound adaptations to their new home, in the year 5600 they unseat the Seelie Queen and the Unseelie King, kicking off a war that resulted in humanity carving out a place of their own to survive in civilization.
This project is very new! In response to WIP 4, it focuses on Yule's brother, Log, as he goes backwards in time to meet the earliest traveling Worldsingers in a coming-of-age story about ancestry, remembering the past, and how it can help guide the future.
WIP 3: Animus Vitrum
Hundreds years still pass, and in the year 7386 the shadow of the former Unseelie King Ozymandius, who continues to cling to a point far off at the end of the Tapestry as his promised apocalypse, begins to rise again, summoning the last of his tools and lieutenants to service. Autumn Saffworth, the daughter of a long line of vitra, is herself born without a heart, her family offering it up to the Bloodmaker, the old King's fearsome necromancer spirit. As she learns to navigate this contract with a being she never asked to have, resisting the pull towards Ozymandius's side, she meets Vernon Helfeather: an unassuming boy that is more than what he seems. Vernon is a homunculus, created as a last-measure by Ozymandius at the end of the previous era's war, both as a breakthrough in humanity's ability to create sentient life through heartglass technology and as a potential way to end it at any cost. Together, they help each other discover their own agency and fight back against their destinies to end everything.
WIP 4: SLEIKIR and the Winter Court
Thousands of years pass, so much that the roots of the world have since eroded beyond recognition as technology and magic blend into indistinguishability. The year is 14131 and Tela has fallen into a state of nuclear winter, ruled by the Winter King's court in Hearthstone, the new capital of the world. The Winter King is a vampyr, a flame-themed vampire that subsists on Heat, the currency of this new world. Workers toil eternally in a world without day or night, only waking and sleep, for scraps of heat to earn all of their day-to-day needs. Sleep in particular is a rare luxury, with different dreaming packages available offering experiences and memories and revelries that our hero begins to learn how to manipulate free of cost.
Yule Helfeather, daughter of Autumn and Vernon, runs away from home and plunges into the Tapestry in a bullheaded display to show off her own abilities, landing herself in a future that she can never return from, at least the short way around. The story is a cyberpunk romp about her toxic romance with the Pietr, who turns out to be the Winter Prince, and betrays her as soon as he tires of her. Yule seeks revenge, and with the power of gay love and Monster Energy, she sets out to topple his empire.
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