WRITING *rips shirt off* No, but really, I've been procrastinating hard on the next chapter of my longfic. I know exactly what I want to write. The phrasing is there. But the scene doesn't have a beginning, so I can't start. It doesn't help that I basically see things in comic-book/graphic-novel form and then have to translate them into words. That doesn't even make any sense. To de-rust, I'm writing smut for one of my polymates, their (simple) request, for every essay they finish. One was solkat, this one's neptez. It's going horribly, but I'm writing, at least.
Well, I consider myself wildly over-educated and I had to look it up, suggesting that only a tiny proportion of humanity would understand you. "Auxiliary olfactory sense organ" is the description Wikipedia gives it, and perhaps something more along those lines, describing rather than naming it? Otherwise I felt your description was fine! I found it interesting, as a side note, that humans appear to have a rudimentary one but it seems not actually connected to any sensory nerves or opening and thus does nothing. And it's responsible for the "flehmen response" in mammals, which in my house we call "ass-face", since cats always do it when sniffing each other's butts.
I like it. It's kinda fussy, but I'm not totally sure how to simplify it. In other news I wrote five pages of my original stuff, with more than two characters interacting, and two of them were characters I hadn't written before and the friend I showed it to said it was good! I'm happy! On the bad side, I now have yet another AU I want to write for it...
So the German Gothic post I made netted me a setting, or maybe a different corner of my already existing setting, I'm not sure actually. I know that this one can be applied as Urban Fantasy set Where I Live, which is kinda cool. Spoiler: The Night Forest In the beginning, there was a Forest, that spanned the Land. Then came the people, they cut and burned down the trees and shrubs, and paved roads and built cities, but the Land remembers. When the sun has set, a Forest appears where roads and houses are, growing through stone and glass without displacing it, barely tangible, but there. The Land remembers. There are things that live in the Forest, Alps and Dryads and Cinderbugs and other things, and some, like the Alps, consider people to be prey. Alps are spindly, nasty things, they sit on your chest and give you nightmares ("Alp Dreams"). They seldomly visit the same person multiple times, for if they do, you can trap them. You can make amulets from Alp bones and eyes and teeth, finger bones and teeth are used in the first amulet one usually makes, a ward, shaped like a bracelet. Cinderbugs live where there was fire, they skitter over where there had been or are coal and ashes in the Day World, like spiders. (There is one bug, about a hand span long, shaped like a headless wasp with dragonfly wings. It does not have a chitinous exoskeleton but instead thin, white hide, filled with beads) Alps who do not make the mistake of getting caught become old, they grow more limbs, more arms, wings, and they become clever. Do not approach their territory. The thing about the Night Forest is, you can cross over into the overlay. It's easy to leave your home dimension by accident, but it's more difficult to return. (That's because the whole thing is wavelength-reliant. Red light hampers it, day, dawn, dusk, all make the overlay disappear, but night, thunderstorms and eclipses strengthen it. When you cross over, you lock onto a wavelength, and you need an area with the same wavelength to cross back) What riches and rarities are worth being a touch away from your home, but unable to return? Red is a lucky colour. Red protects you. You cannot change the Night Forest. It is how it is. You can only harm that which can cross over. Some trees exist, exactly the same, in both the Day World and the Night Forest. They resist being cut down, make you averse to it, they are places of power, beings of power. What in the Day World is an old, gnarled, venerable and sacred tree, is a Dryad in the Night Forest. Dryads know many things, and sometimes they even share it, they can be cunning and shrewd, inspiring, protective, exciteable. Many things. No one knows, did the people sense the Dryads in the tree and start worshipping it? Or did they worship it, and thus created (awoke?) the Dryad? There is one family, spread far across the Land, with bright red hair (red, like apples, like the sunset, like blood), they are witches, herbalists, apothecaries, wandering folk and hermits, who call themselves the Children of the Surume Tree (yes. squid tree. there is a story behind that.), they can taste minerals and poisons and cures in soil and water and plant matter, they mix remedies and ointments. In return, they plant the Surume Tree's seeds in their temples, one on each side on every spring equinox, and let it feed off them. They are ready to harvest a month later (usually), roots and branches and leaves and flowers resembling the place the Child has been, and become spirits themselves, Dryads, able to be summoned by the Child that nourished them. (Sometimes, a set of seeds won't come off and continues to grow. This is usually a sign of wrong soil.) (Sometimes, a Child can become a Dryad themself). It is said, in whispers and legends, that "Children of the Surume Tree" is a quite literal moniker - the Tree is their ancestor. Do not go out at night, unless you wear your Alp Bones, and even then, be careful. Only the Alps are not deterred by spelled and warded doors and windows, and other things can cross over. Do not go out during an eclipse, ever. And for the love of all that is good and holy, do not go outside when there's mist. Because then, something else entirely is layering over. Edit: corrected some brainfairts.
I said I wanted to write Dolomaid with the canon verse. I am now doing this. God. Dammit. It has been fun so far though so that is good. Also this is weird to work on because time travel is weird and needs some degree of planning I think. So I am kind of piecing things together far more in advance than I normally would. Normally I just go "THIS IS IDEA OR THEME LET'S FUCKING GO YEAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!" It is fun though. In that weirdness.
i love worldbuilding... i literally now have a corkboard up on my wall that is dedicated to pinning notes about my world building
I wanted to write a nsfw story about a woman trying to steal from a dragon and ending up having sex with it instead, so I did that. It's here. It's also the first piece of original fiction I've written in literally years. I'm a little rusty, but if that sounds like the kind of story that you might be into reading for science, feedback is welcome.
@KathyGaele I don't think I have the spoons to give proper feedback but I can definitely say: niiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiice
*sneaks in* I actually just started work on the thousandth iteration of a weird fantasy idea that bit me when I was 13 - pretty much the only thing that's stayed the same is the general setting and the main 3 characters. (There was a lot of Anita Blake influence to start with that, uh. Needed to be axed.) Hoping to start posting it chapter-by-chapter once I get a few done, because I'm awful at finishing anything unless I have feedback. Spoiler There is a Forest that is the source of all magic in the world, and also houses the strongest, most dangerous and most potent magic and magic-users. Eons ago there was a barrier erected, it is believed by the Forest itself, to keep the vulnerable from wandering in, and the dangerous from getting out. There is a movement to break through the Border, to use their powerful magic and take over the Outside, that few know about and even fewer have the power to stop. There's also some mess about quasideities and brain-scramblingly powerful magic and hahaha I still write shitty overdramatic summaries for everything oops. also Capitalization Shows Importance. I only have a few hours every night to write so I've been using NaNo rules - 1667 words a day that will eventually add up to a finished thing. Only I guess I don't have to stop at 50k if I don't want to.
Since @KathyGaele posted her dragon porn, I'm a little less scared to post my dragon erotica. I put it on tumblr already, but I know most people don't go to anything I tag "Lysik'an Fiction" :) https://docs.google.com/document/d/1ANjyhmrUkewLmVMrXlYXlU659km_JcSmq-1Zuw6fRWg/pub
I wrote this as part of my self-training in writing more description. My preference is to let the reader fill in the details but I got lots of feedback from the story I started that way that complained about not being able to picture the scene well enough. So I am writing little stories and working on describing more.
I have never written dragon porn, @Starcrossedsky. (Other porn ... but not dragon porn.) And I think a NSFW-writings thread would be a good move.
