aldersprig: (BookGlasses)

"Because everything is better with the end of the world."

I write a lot - much in established settings, some in one-off universes.
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Stranded World (LJ Link), modern fantasy seen through the eyes of 4 siblings who work the webs of the world, each in their own way.
Reiassan (LJ Link), high fantasy in a world just recovering from centuries of battle.
Edally Academy (LJ Link), Steampunk Boarding School in the world of Reiassan.
Tir na Cali (LJ Link); technically modern fantasy, alternate-history timeline, primarily lifestyle-kink erotica.
Faerie Apocalypse (LJ Link), a dystopic modern and post-modern fantasy/apoc world. Faeries and gods live among us, disguised as humans, their culture underground.
Addergoole (LJ Link) is a school within the Faerie Apocalypse setting.
Doomsday is a school created by graduates of Addergoole, generations after the Faerie Apoc.
Vas' World (LJ Link): the team was sent to explore the planet for colonization. They could never have guessed what they'd find.
Dragons Next Door (LJ Link)is a fun high-fantasy-in-the-burbs setting with a few good-with-ketchup crunchy dark bits.
Facets of Dusk (LJ Link) is a mystery waiting to be revealed; come along for the show!
The Planners (LJ Link): When the Apocalypse came, they were prepared. Very Prepared.
Unicorn/Factory (LJ) of the costs of progress.
The Aunt Family (LJ) - a mysterious family with some very strange magical artifacts.
Space Accountant (LJ) All Genique wanted was a nice vacation.
Shadow Rebellion (LJ) It all started with the shadows moving...
Science! (Lj) Why haven't Mad Scientists taken over the world yet?
Fairy Town There's something about the city. Something in the water, maybe?
Inner Circle (LJ) Getting to the Inner Circle can take a lifetime - or cost you your life.
Things Unspoken (LJ) - The Empire encompasses many things. Some are better not spoken of. Or to.
Setting Nursery - these one-off stories may blossom into settings some day (incomplete)

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I hosted a 30-days of flash fiction meme: its landing page is here (LJ Link)

Want more? There's always more to read!

What Follows,
an apocalyptic anthology:
How would an Immortal deal with
the End Times? The world will
inevitably come stumbling into
apocalypse, and They will be
there to witness it.

 photo ShiftingHearts_zps419ea943.jpg
Shifting Hearts,
a therian anthology:
It is said that the eyes are the windows
to the soul, but what if the soul that looks
back isn't as human as you first thought?


Addergoole, a completed webserial

Edally Academy, a new webserial

Tales for the Sugar Cat, my ebook

Kazkah Press, a flash-fiction webzine


Wikis of setting information currently exist in various stages of completion:
Addergoole: the Original Series - semi-defunct, but has information still being migrated to the below wiki
Addergoole Year Nine - and beyond
Reiassan
Faerie Apoc
aldersprig: (unspoken)
First: Prince Rodegard Visits the Imperial Capital

Previous: Edora Begins to Explain Life to Prince Rodegard

For the "Do up whatever story/stories suit your fancy or for whomever most wants/needs 'em." commission and the poll here
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Edora stared out the train window. The countryside of Prince Rodegard’s mother’s nation rolled by at a stately, weedy pace: Iscandia. The place was at the far western edge of the Empire, pressed against the mountains on one side, the sea on the second side, the Empire on one long side, and on its far side - a unruly collection of states that the Empire did not dignify with a name. It was a weedy, poor place, not good for much, but the Imperial territory it touched was a rich, prosperous country with many natural resources. It behooved the Empire to keep Iscandia within its borders.

“Do you know who built these tracks, Rodegard?”

The prince was not looking out the window, she knew. He was staring at her, trying not to bounce in his seat like a toddler. Her question made him make a noise, somewhere between a groan and a whine, that he quickly suppressed.

“What’s that have to do with anything? I mean. I mean, the Empire built them, didn’t it?”

Edora shook her head. “These tracks in particular were built by a company called Cortenar Railways. The Empire owns the land under them, and it leases the land - and travel rights, and the right to make money off of the trains travelling the tracks - to various railway companies. Nearer the Capital, it’s Helarna-Jakobs Railway and Shipping, and so on.”

“But what does that have to do with--” Rodegard cut himself off. “I’m sorry, Da- Your Highness.”

“All of these railways have to join. There are at least seventeen of these companies – I’m not a railways expert, so please don’t quote me on the number – and they have to link together just so to make the Imperial railway system work. Do you follow?”

“Yes, ma’am.” He was slouching in his seat. He wasn’t listening as well as he should be. Well, he would learn.

“The whole Empire is like that. Millions of tiny pieces that all have to link up just so. Nations with their own royalties, their own laws... and they all have to link up properly with the Empire’s rules and laws. And what’s more than that, millions of people that have to link up.”

“It’s politics.” He nodded slowly. “Takaranne and Caredorn are better at politics than I am. I was always better with crops.”

“Well, that’s part of what I’m here to teach you. It may have been a while ago that I was put on a train like this - but I remember everything I had to learn.”

He narrowed his eyes thoughtfully. “Twenty years ago, the Empressina’s cousin - the Crown Emperito - he, ah. He was killed.”

“You know your history.” Edora kept all emotion out of her voice. Emperito Mateusz had been a bit older than her, but he had been kind. After all this time, that was most of what she could remember.

“Empressina Nadia is not married yet.” He was speaking very slowly, carefully, picking his way through the rocks and gopher-holes.

“She is... not exactly married yet.”

There was a moment where Rodegard’s shoulders relaxed, and then his eyes narrowed again and he tensed. “This is more complicated than lining up railroad tracks, isn’t it?”

“People always are.” Edora allowed herself a smile. He might not be entirely useless. “People are always more complicated.”


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aldersprig: (Library)


I missed Lexember and "February is World-building month" so this year I'm doing "Three Weeks for Worldbuilding."

Starting on the 25th of April, I am trying to answer an average of one world-building question a day for three weeks.

But I need your questions! Is there anything you've been curious about? Anything that piques your interest? Something you think might be fun for me to answer? Ask it here!

I have a lot of settings! Check out the Landing Page if you don't already have a pet setting. Check out here for last year's post.

4/25 - Something about the world of SCIENCE! beyond the laboratories.
4/26- How many psychics are there in other places in the world of Tir na Cali?
4/27- What do the Strands in Stranded World look like?
4/28- Unicorn Factory: what "common knowledge" or assumptions about the Governors is? Are they government officials? Factory owners? Something stranger? What's their history?
4/29- Planners: is there a timeline of the catastrophes (large or small) that have happened? Are there specific potential catastrophes they're concerned about?
4/30-Reiassan question: Talk about some of the wild animals that might be found!
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etc.
aldersprig: (CyaSmile)
Transcribed as best as I could manage from talking-to-myself on the way home last night. All new students.


"Well, I'm going to be cy'Lightning. It's obvious I'm meant to have Professor Inazuma as my Mentor." Hadley leaned forward, her elbows on her knees.

Her friends were not quite as charmed.

"Because you want to stab people with sharp things?" Farina giggled at the idea.

"Because you're going to be really good with lightning?" Aquilo raised sculpted eyebrows.

"Because you're really fascinated by Old-Japan history?"

"No!" Hadley sulked. "No, because he's lovely and I am destined to be closer to him, that's why."

"Oh, come on." Aquilo tsked, smirking. "It's obvious he's gay."

"You don't know that! Just because you like him...!"

"No, he's not my sort. And come on, it's - you know. You know know, when you're gay."

"Oh, good. More of your magical gay powers." Farina grumbled. "Next thing we know, you're going to be levitating the professors."

"Well, I might," Aquilo tsked. "I haven't Changed yet. But look, he's gay."

"That's ridiculous." Keala shook her head. "Haven't you seen him with Professor Cynara? They're obviously together."

"No. They're not. He's gay." Aquilo sighed irritably. "Why can't you accept that?"

"Haven't you met Maihallr? She's Professor Inazuma's daughter with Professor Doomsday. And it's not like Sweetbriar is quiet about her family, and she's Professor Cynara and Professor Inazuma's granddaughter. They have two generations of children together. Two Generations. They're obviously in love." Keala shook her head, as if at everyone's idiocy.

"Uh! What does this have to do with me being cy'Lightning? I mean, come on. It's not like the rest of you don't like professors, too." Hadley threw herself backwards in the chair in frustration. "Come on, Farina. Admit it."

"Well... I mean. Yeah. Professor Chthon. Have you seen him? Or heard him?"

"Mmm." It was a group sound: Professor Chthon was gorgeous, with a deep, throaty voice.

"And Aquilo?" Hadley pushed.

"Oh, you all know. Professor Aegislaw." He shook his head sadly.

"But isn't he..." Farina's gesture was unclear, but everyone knew what she meant.

Aquilo sighed. "Yes. So very very straight. But that doesn't mean I can't lust after him. I mean, come on, it's not like either of you have a chance for anything serious, either, with the Professors - even if Professor Inazuma somehow isn't gay. Or in love with Professor Doomsday." He shrugged defensively and flailed in the only direction left. "What about you, Keala?"

"Not a professor." She hunched her shoulders. "Not into that. Too old. I mean, come on, you said it. Professor Inazuma and Professor Doomsday have two generations of kids. They're a bit older than we are."

"Then who?" Hadley was still sulking, but she was leaning forward again. "Come on, Kee, everyone else told, and you always keep so many secrets. Come onnnn."

It was Keala's turn to flop back in her chair. "Ejnar," she muttered under her breath. "Ejnar cy'Underground."
aldersprig: a red-heded freckled girl, smiling (Autumn)


The Stranded universe - what do strands look like to those who work them?

There are several posts on Strand-Working magic at the beginning of the Stranded Landing Page

The Strands look a little different to everyone, but for the most part, they look to the othersense/third eye/call-it-what-you-will like multicolored glowing lines. Some are thick, some are thin, and everyone interprets the colors a little bit differently, but almost everyone who can perceive the Strands sees them this way.

(Of course, there are tricks for hiding what you've done with Strands, but that's an entirely different story).

Written to [livejournal.com profile] rix_scaedu's prompt here.

I still need lots more worldbuilding prompts! Check it out!
aldersprig: (Cali)
In the Tir na Cali setting, how widespread are gifts/powers outside of California?

The Tuatha de Danaan, the leaders of Tir na Cali, would have you believe that there are no psychic powers such as theirs anywhere outside of California.

This is, of course, ridiculous.

Even though the Tuatha attempted to bring every relative with them when they left Ireland, it is likely they missed a few, just for starters. And it's not like all the Irish stayed in Ireland.

For another, the Tuatha were only one of three bloodlines of known psychics in Ireland, to say nothing of what might have happened with other bloodlines. While they did their best to wipe out the other Irish bloodlines, again, it's safe to assume they missed some. And when they moved to America, the Tuatha did not know about recessive genes, and thus it's likely they missed many who carried the grey-eyes-and-power linked genes as a recessive.

What the Tuatha were, at the time they left Ireland and certainly in the present time, were the only bloodline to self-select for power so intently and so continually. Other nations had small lines of psychics; the power would pop up from time to time in many different places. But without the concentrated breeding for the best powers, no other nation on earth has as many or as strong of powers as does Tír na Cali.

And while runaways do happen, however tightly California tries to hold on to its power source, the US knows enough to look for grey-eyed (or slit-pupiled yellow-eyed, etc.) people. If Californian slavers don't grab them first, anyone who has the look - or makes the mistake of demonstrating some psychic power - is sucked up into a secret government facility, never to be seen again. There are rumors that Russia and China do similar things, for similar purposes - to replicate the power that Tír na Cali has.

In the general non-Californian population, less than one in 6,000 people have psychic powers as recognized by Tír na Cali, and less than one in 1,000,000 have any sort of strong psychic power.

Written to [personal profile] lilfluff's prompt here.

I still need lots more worldbuilding prompts! Check it out!
aldersprig: (kai-sky)
The Meme Master Post

S is for the shore, and the sky, and the storm


I was going to do another piece of Things Unspoken for this, but:

a) I just posted one, and I like to wait for feedback before posting the next.

b) I'm waiting for a city name and it seems weird.

c) I've written about Nereids and Octopi and am a bit tapped on oceanic things

d) Sea-and-sky will always be Kailani to me.

(I am writing this in Written Kitten Sky, and this is the pic as I begin)

So I'm going to talk about Addergoole and Kailani.

Kailani was, as far as I can recall, the first character I came up with for Addergoole. Her name was almost certainly the first - it means "sea and sky" in Hawaiian, a name picked to suit her perfectly.

In the world Addergoole is set in - the Faerie Apocalypse - the names fae fathers give their children have, or are supposed to have, great meaning and significance. Every father spends some time in meditation - some take this duty far more seriously than others - contemplating their child's future. Even those who have not a bit of foresight will often gain some insight during this ritual, and those who take their duty seriously will use that insight in naming their child.

(Some don't. Aelfgar, for instance, who names his children things like "Elf-gift" (Aelgifu); Shadrach, who named his first two children after himself: Chander, Chandra).

Kailani's father knew what he was doing with her! Sea and Sky is a perfect name for this relatively stormy personality. She has a strong affinity for the water and the wind - both in terms of personality and in her magic. Her physical skills - dancing, fighting, riding - have a fluidity about them given to her by the water and the wind. And she will see calm at first, utterly laid-back, and then the storms will roll in and she will blow her top.

All of the main characters - and most of the background characters - in Addergoole have some story behind their name, but I'm the fondest of Kailani's, even now.
aldersprig: (unspoken)
Things Unspoken

...And seriously creepy. Did I mention the creepy? - [livejournal.com profile] kelkyag

The world is a continent-spanning empire, and other places that are not the empire and thus less important but no less interesting. The era is that of steam engines and ridiculous fashion, of public shows of manners and private displays of lewdness.

The empire consists of many nations. Every one of them has their own secrets, their own governments. Each nation is semi-autonomous - but only semi. For the Empire rules over everything.

And if strange things creep in the shadows? Well, in the end, those things too are ruled by the Empire.

Prince Rodegard Visits the Imperial Capital (LJ)
Edora Begins to Explain Life to Prince Rodegard (LJ)

Around Elephants (LJ)
The Club (LJ)

N is for Nereid
O is for Octopi (LJ)
P is for Poinsettias (LJ)
Q is for Quietness (LJ)
R is for Rituals (LJ)

Needed: a City Name (LJ)
A Draft Map of the Unspoken World (LJ)
aldersprig: (unspoken)
The Meme Master Post

R is for ritual that helps cement history

This is a sibling piece with N is for Nereid, O is for Octopi, and P is for Poinsettias.



One reason the Empire had become - and managed to stay - the Empire was because it understood the purpose of information. There were, on the official Empirical payroll, people whose job it was to travel to all corners of the Empire, however closed-off, however dangerous, and disseminate and gather information. It was their job to assure that the will of the Empire was the will of the whole Empire, and their job to assure that all the secrets of a great sprawling land were properly catalogued. These Informers moved in circuits around the Empire, so that they understood the whole land and so that they grew none too attached to one place.
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aldersprig: (Shooting star)
In many places, they called it jumping the broom. In Gospeck, it was jumping the gun.

Gospeck was a small colony in an out-of-the-way system, small enough where babies were a welcome and needed occurrence. They were a hard-luck sort of place, a poorly placed colony where the alien creatures attacked with no warning and no pattern. They needed everyone that could to carry babies, as fast as they could, or the colony would die.

They had little time for brooms and no time to wait for proof of pregnancy. They jumped the gun for two-year contracts, one to carry and one to protect, and hoped for the best.




written to Today's Thimbleful Thursday prompt. In generic-space-colony 'verse.
aldersprig: (foedus)
To fill square one-four (caffeine failure) on my card for [community profile] trope_bingo.

First: The Tod’cxeckz’ri Paper Part I

Previous in Trope Bingo: The Tod’cxeckz’ri Paper Part V

No Ao3 standard warnings apply.


Nehanani Jahnan woke with a pounding headache, her head pillowed on something soft and warm. The sound of something thudding down next to her finished the job of shaking her into wakefulness.

She was - she had - "Shit!" She opened her eyes and sat up, sending stabbing pains through her temples. A bag landed near her feet, and her doppleganger-sister waved from the rigging of her ethership.

"We just need to borrow the Maru for a couple days. We'll be back to get you long before the food and water run out. Sorry!" She had to shout to be heard over the flapping of the sails; even the rigging was out of reach. "Have fun with your 'temporary husband!'"

"Shit, shit, no. Covair!" Jahnan lifted her voice to a shout, despite her headache. "Covair, it won't work! Maru won't work for you!"

"Oh, we can be very persuasive. Thanks, sis! We'll see you soon."
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aldersprig: (foedus)
To fill square One-Five (annoying sibling) on my card for [community profile] trope_bingo.

First: The Tod’cxeckz’ri Paper Part I

Previous in Trope Bingo: The Tod’cxeckz’ri Paper Part IV

If you are reading from Trope Bingo, Part IV is not part of the bingo but an integral part of the story.

No Ao3 standard warnings apply.


Nehanani Jahnan gestured at the vessel floating in front the Maru. The etherboat was a big ship, looking more like a sea caravel than any space-faring vessel - at least, any space-faring vessel in the universe Yira and Jahnan had come from. Its sails were tight against an invisible force - not wind, not out here, but ether. Two great air bladders held it aloft.

And captaining that thing: "Nehanani Covair is my sister. Or my doppelganger, but we've always gone by 'sister', and she's younger than me by a few years." She glanced at Yira, who nodded shortly. He looked more worried than interested, but since she hadn't released whatever hold the Tod'cxeckz'ret collar had on him, she couldn't really blame him for that worry. "I met her the first time I ended up in this splinterworld - Yeah. I've been here before. This is the fourth time. I think the Maru likes this place, and when the what-if drive gets... conflicting signals."
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aldersprig: (foedus)
To fill square Three-Five (au: steampunk) on my card for [community profile] trope_bingo.

First: The Tod’cxeckz’ri Paper Part I

Previous in Trope Bingo: The Tod’cxeckz’ri Paper Part III

No Ao3 standard warnings apply.


It wasn’t that Jahnan thought her captive was serious. He had just admitted to attempting to seduce the lion’s share of his captors, generally to escape.

It was just that it had been a while, and he was a handsome man, if you liked the type - which, she was finding, she did. And his hand was warm, and his fingers just strong enough, and all in all it was more than a little bit distracting.

She slid her fingers over the controls while Yira slid his fingers over her, setting the coordinates he’d given her and checking them - twice - against her navigation charts.

Then she threw the switch, just as Yira demonstrated exactly how thin her ship-silks actually were.
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aldersprig: (Science!)


The thing about the Lab in the world of Science! is, they are only the good guys by a specific set of morality guidelines - specifically, Liam's, the head of the Lab.

On the other hand, while they may not be the good guys, in a place where human/rose hybrids are possible, there are people that are worse than them.

Super(*)-villains are a thing in the world of Science!, although there are not so obvious as the comics would have you believe. There are people who have learned how to wire brains to accept and manipulate computer data: they are hackers the likes of which the normal police and FBI have a very hard time catching. There are people who use pheromones or simple mind-control drugs to drive their Ponzi schemes. There are people who implant chips into kidnap victims and use them as unknowing Trojan Horses, or, worse, sell them on the black market.

The Lab tests on orphans. There are always more orphans to be tested on, because there are scientists who release flesh-eating bacteria into the wild for fun, people who make sniperbots for giggles, people who incite riots just to cover a bank robbery.

And if that sounds bleak, well, in some places it is. But there are heroes, as well: the FBI has an Unusual Crimes division. Police have their own scientists. The Red Cross has begun keeping simple gas masks and earplugs on hand at all locations, and, more than that, sedatives; they also have holding locations for those suspected to be under the influence of mind-control... something. And, in every city, there are at least five people who have either biological or mechanical enhancement, who can withstand almost anything the villains can throw at them. They assist the police, the FBI, and the Red Cross on a consultant basis, and keep each other honest.

And under all of this, Liam's Lab - and other like it - are churning out cures for things like cancer right alongside flesh-eating roses.

Written to [livejournal.com profile] kelkyag's prompt here.

I still need lots more worldbuilding prompts! Check it out!

(*) Also, possibly, as originally written, Supper-villains.
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aldersprig: (BookGlasses)
After Rock, Hard, Now What? and Two Rocks and All The Pebbles.

For the "Do up whatever story/stories suit your fancy or for whomever most wants/needs 'em." commission and the poll here
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Getting Chress pants turned out to be a bit of a challenge. The laundry kept livery for the palace servants and slaves, true, and it kept uniforms for the guards. But even the broadest and widest of the palace servants were not generally as broad in the hips or the thighs as Chress. And while the guards were a match for him in size, they tended to favor kilts or short tunics; Chress’ opinion on that was short and to the point and decidedly negative.

The head launderer was beside himself trying to help, providing option after option. Finally, he reached into a bin on the other side of the room, the side where they kept the courtier’s clothing. “Sir Nateron is nearly of a height with you, and very... broad. He ripped these pants, and while I’d mended them properly, I had nobody to pass them down to.” He looked worried. “If a pair of mended pants are acceptable for the Princess’ slave...”
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aldersprig: (unspoken)
map behind cut )

Notes: The text along the left says "can there be a river here?"

I have doubts about the lower river, by Orschëst, because an unposted story (waiting for y'all to help me name the city... here) has a desert to the west of that dot under Orschëst... also river placements weird. But Orschëst needs to have a reason to be where it is...

Thoughts? Oh mappy people?
aldersprig: (unspoken)
So, the world that has Scheffenon and Orschëst has, in a nearby country, another city. It's south of Orschëst, I believe, and it's getting the story for "ש is for shemesh, the sun".

Also the nation this place is part of would be great. :-)

ETA: Descathesia, via [personal profile] kelkyag.
aldersprig: (unspoken)
The Meme Master Post

Q is for quietness leading to mystery: after The Club
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Chloe D'Aushinger and her family were learning quietness.

Chloe's silent arrest had shaken all of them, from her husband's mother down to her youngest child. What they were learning now did more than shake them. "It feels," her daughter Marie whispered, "as if we being changed into different people."

"And that is both exactly what we are doing and not at all what we're doing." The good lady Nicholle had a skill for overhearing things that was nothing short of preternatural.

Marie, who was just old enough to think that adults should be more reasonable and far less silly, raised her chin and studied their hostess. "Please explain."

"Who you are - who you really are - must not change. Your mother interested us for the same reason that she interested The Doctors." Nicholle paused, exactly as their tutor did when waiting for them to figure out an answer.

Marie shared a glance with her older brother Tomas. He looked back at her expectantly. Marie worried her lower lip, and said, carefully, "She says things. She says things Mrs. Gershwin - she was our tutor - said I musn't repeat."

"She does. And more importantly, she says things that indicate she is thinking. Now, sometimes you are thinking things you don't wish Mrs. Gershwin to know about, yes?"

She looked directly at Tomas this time, and it was Tomas who stuttered and nodded. "Yes, madame."

"Well, just as like then, you must learn to project quietness, so that you may be as loud as you want in the privacy of your mind. This comes with some added advantages, of course." Nicholle looked up as Chloe entered the room, pitching her conversation to include her as well.

"Yes?" Chloe raised her eyebrows. "Do tell?" Mme. D'Aushinger had taken to pacing the length and breadth of their "safe house", muttering of the wasted time and penning as many missives as her hosts would allow, even while her children were enjoying the unexpected holiday, strange lessons or no.

"While you learn to project quietness, to smile just so while matters are being discussed, to say, so honestly 'I shall say nothing on that' when inappropriate questions are asked, when you learn all of that, you project an air of mystery. Soon, people will assume you an expert on all manner of things, and they will make the time and the quietness to come to you. Then, then you may speak without fear of the Doctors, for the Doctors have many foes, and they know how to make silence stick."

This belongs to the Things Unspoken setting, along with N is for Nereid, O is for Octopi, and P is for Poinsettias.
aldersprig: (Aldersprig Leaves Raining)
To [livejournal.com profile] kelkyag's prompt to my H/C prompt here. After A Rescue in Hand.

There were people everywhere. There were courtiers and mercenaries, guards and generals and servants, all of them pushing as close to Daxton as they dared, all of them talking at once.

Esha was holding up, standing straight and answering questions. She was the hero of the day and she was rightfully proud, but she still had an arrow sticking out of her shoulder, and she was turning a bit grey.

Daxton met his father's eyes over the crowd. He couldn't remember the last time he'd done that. From the raised eyebrows his father was showing, neither could he.

"Son?" He pitched his voice carefully, carrying over the crowd and aimed straight at Daxton.

"You offered my hand in marriage?" Daxton used the same trick. He wasn't as good at it; the nearby crowd hushed.

"I did. If you-"

For the first time since he was two years old, he cut off his father in a public situation. "I'd like to take my betrothed to the palace doctor now, please. She's injured, and she got injured saving my life."

The Duke smiled at him. "Go right ahead, son. Captain Senner, Captain Iken, please escort Lady Esharina and Lord Daxton to the doctor. My son - I am very pleased to have you back."

Lady. They were really going to do it. He bowed, as low as he could. "Thank you." Before anything could sneak up on them, he wrapped a careful arm around Esha and led her to the doctor's suite.
aldersprig: (Library)


I missed Lexember and "February is World-building month" so this year I'm doing "Three Weeks for Worldbuilding."

Starting yesterday, I will answer (on average) one world-building question a day for three weeks.

I have a lot of settings! Check out the Landing Page if you don't already have a pet setting. Check out here for last year's post.

4/25 - Something about the world of SCIENCE! beyond the laboratories.
4/26- How many psychics are there in other places in the world of Tir na Cali?
4/27- What do the Strands in Stranded World look like?
4/28-
4/29-
4/30-
5/1-
aldersprig: (unspoken)
I made a Things Unspoken landing page! In honor, I'm taking up to three prompts in that setting!
aldersprig: (LynConstruction)


Today I planted some Evergreen Bunching Onions - in the other half of the row in which I planted carrots yesterday. I also planted a few feet of Rossa Lunga di Firenze seeds. Both are "spring" or "green onion" or "Scallion" varieties, depending on how you ask - something eaten while the bulb is the size of a fingertip, the greens often used as garnish.

All of these seeds are old, although I've kept them all in the freezer, so I overplanted heavily. I mean, like carrots, you can eat the thinnings, too. And if they only sprout sporadically, I have enough seeds to fill in the gaps.

Then I hauled a little more dirt to the bed at the opposite corner of the garden (There are two rows of four 4x6 beds; the two right-hand beds on each side are 12" deep and the others are 6" deep), where I have a netting trellis set up. There I planted a row of peas: half Wando and half Freezonian (yes, really.)

Again, old seeds - two years ago, I think - this time I tried something different. I planted them at 2x the suggested distance. In two weeks, I can go in and plant half of the "gap" spaces, and in two weeks after that, the other "gap" spaces. That way, the trellis won't be lopsided :-)

...I really like planting things. I'm not so good at remembering to weed and such.
aldersprig: (Mermaid 2)
The Meme Master Post

P is for for posturing, and peacocks, and poinsettias

This is a sibling piece with N is for Nereid and O is for Octopi.


If Scheffenon, high on the Northern Sea, was the strange step-child of the nation, then Orschëst, down by the southern border, was its misbehaving youngest child. Scheffenon talked to strangers because they had money and trade goods. Orschëst talked to them because they were fun.

The woman of Orschëst were known across the world for being elegant. Fashions that would end up in Scheffenon in fifteen or fifty years began with a woman's whim in Orschëst. And not just Scheffenon; Orschëst fashions traveled the known world.
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To [livejournal.com profile] rix_scaedu's prompt to my H/C prompt here. After Into the History of Addergoole.

When he wanted to really, really get shit-faced, when he wanted to puke until his stomach was empty and then drink more, Doug didn't go to Maureen and he didn't go to his father.

He and Luke emerged from the sub-basement of the school quietly, and just as quietly went their separate ways. Doug scrubbed quickly, washing the ichor and gore off his skin, threw on the first thing that came to hand, and went to Agmund's.

The Bear opened the door without question. He took in Doug's expression and poured two glasses of vodka. "Sit," he said, tilting his head at the big leather couch. "Sit, I will get the bottle and the bucket."

Agmund never asked questions, and he never told Doug it was time to stop. And when it finally came to drunk tears, when Doug sat leaning over a bucket of mostly-clear vomit, sobbing shamelessly, Agmund passed him water and patted his back.

"...They were kept alive," Doug muttered. "Alive down there. And we never knew."

"We never knew," Agmund reiterated, and passed Doug another glass of vodka.
aldersprig: (LynConstruction)


3 feet of carrots - the first of many in succession planting - half Red-cored Chantenay, half Short n' Sweet. They'll be ready at the end of June/beginning of July!

I've got a 4'x6' bed, and plan to plant a half-row every two weeks.

If I plant the rows 6" apart, that's 16 half-rows. /Does the math/ I'd be planting until November... that won't work (First frost is around October 15th here).

Okay, maybe I want to make some of those half-rows something else. Any suggestions?

Planting more at a time seems counter-productive, but I could space things every week instead.

Do you have any favorite varieties of carrot? (Or any other root crop that takes up a small footprint?) Anything I should dedicate half a row to?)

...I have a LOT of green onion seeds still...
aldersprig: (Aldersprig Leaves Raining)
My April A-Z blogging challenge is continuing! I'm a little behind (up through O), but I could use some more prompts for the last week, here: http://aldersprig.dreamwidth.org/916817.html all set!

I'm down to U-Z, the tricky ones. Pls. feel free to prompt things about my writing, about my life, about the interwebs, about worldbuilding - have fun! If you guys don't, I'm gonna have to come up with things on my own, and it'll probably be somehow related to the worldbuilding I'm doing in my head.

...anyone know a bast fiber that starts with U?
aldersprig: (Mermaid 2)
The Meme Master Post

O is for octopi clinging to jetty-as

This is a sister piece with N is for Nereid


In all of the beautiful, clean city of Scheffenon, the Scheif Harbor was known as its jewel. The city was in a prime position, trains running day and night out to the rest of the continent, boats criss-crossing the Northern Sea to bring goods and people in. Tourists would come just to look at it, to bathe in the cold, clear blue waters. They were said - like the city itself - to have healing properties.

Torschi Contvallen went to Scheffenon after a riding accident left her with a bum hip. She found within a day that she could walk more steadily, within two that she could walk with less pain, and within three that she could move well enough to risk swimming. Anything to get away from the fountains, she told herself, as she boarded the quaint little rickshaw. Anything to get away from the murals, with their fish with the creepy eyes that seemed to follow one. Anything to get away from the innkeeper, who was so cheerful and so determined that Torschi should visit every fountain, every objet d'art, every folksy quaint museum in this bright, shining town.

She slipped into the water, her bathing costume the one provided by the so-helpful innkeeper. Back home, it would have been considered quaintly old-fashioned and miserably out of style. In the cold waters of Scheif Harbor, Torschi found that she appreciated the extra coverage - and almost every other bather was dressed similarly.
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aldersprig: an egyptian sandcat looking out of a terra-cotta pipe (Default)
Put a number and a character or two or three in comments, and get a hurt/comfort ficlet of some length (possibly v short).

1. injured
2. sick
3. drunk
4. cry
5. lonely
6. fight
7. afraid
8. humilated
9. bullied
10. sprain
11. disoriented
12. stressed
13. too much
14. not enough
15. death of loved one
16. ghosts from the past
17. delirious
18. headache
19. allergies
20. cut
21. PMS
22. The straw that broke the camels back
23. fever
24. throw up
25. worried
26. anxiety
aldersprig: (BookGlasses)
Previous: Probably a Rescue
First: A Rescue, of Sorts
see also:
A Proof, Of Sorts

For the "Do up whatever story/stories suit your fancy or for whomever most wants/needs 'em." commission and the poll here
.

Daxton’s rescuer really had thought of everything. She’d packed a change of clothing for him, as well as scissors to trim his scraggly hair and a razor for his beard. When they rode away from the cabin, he was as clean, as well-dressed and as smooth-shaven as he had been on the day the Red Queen’s agents had taken him.

He was skinnier, by quite a bit, but he had a full stomach for the first time in ages. And he was a lot more nervous than he had been, right up until the moment the Red Queen’s people had grabbed him.

“You could ruin me, you know.” It wasn’t the most cheerful conversation for your prospective wife, but then again, most prospective wives didn’t pull one out of a dungeon owned by a wildly powerful despot.

“If I’d wanted to ruin you, I would have left you in the dungeon.”
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If you want more of this story - and this one could go on for a while!! - drop a tip in, ah, the tip handcuffs:

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The Meme Master Post

N is for nereids standing in fountains


The city of Scheffenon had a large number of fountains - to a casual visitor, it might seem that every second intersection was marked with the blue-tiled, en-statued pieces, and that every park needed at least three. The grand park at the center of Scheffenon sported a fountain easily as big as a house, presided over by a giant statue of the sea god and four nerieds in attendance. Dolphins, fish, sharks and octopi were common motifs in these fountains, but by far the most statues were of nereids.

It seemed strange, visitors would murmur, to have a place so buttoned-up, so old-fashioned, so restrained as Scheffenon have so many casually naked girls (and a few boys) in their statuary. Perhaps there would be a bit of bronze sea foam covering important bits, or a bit of marble drapery serving as a modesty cover, but, tails or legs, for the most part the sea-spirit statuary was naked as the day they were born.

It was altogether strange, visitors would murmur, while they enjoyed Scheffenon's clean streets and clean air, the amazing benefits the cool northern sea air had on one's health and the way one felt refreshed for weeks after leaving.

It was altogether creepy, the more astute visitors would whisper, how the eyes of the statues seemed to follow you, and how the sea near Scheffenon was devoid of anything bigger than a large fish for miles and miles. Not even and air-spirit, and the world knew how they loved to play with the spirits of the water. Not even a murmur of the sea god, when all of Scheffenon seemed to worship his reign.

In the same universe as Around Elephants and The Club, which is probably the same setting as Edora & Rodegard (here & here), and which now needs a setting name...
aldersprig: (Valran)
This story is set in the world of the Circled Plains and the serial Jumping Rings, but stands alone.

It is written in reply to [lifejournal.com profile] kiarrith's suggestion to this request for questions, after the successful Domain Name Fundraiser.

I still need more questions! I have answered the four asked and need one more.

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The Meme Master Post

M is for morning, the moon, and the mountains.


As I write this, it is morning, and I am thinking about mountains.

As you may have noticed from J, I have been playing with world-building for Reiassan. I've also been working on history-building, going back to prehistory for the proto-Calenyena (I still need to figure out the Tabersi (proto-Bitrani (See here)).)

(The Calenyena and the Bitrani as (as far as they're concerned) the two nationalities on the continent of Reiassan. The setting is fantasy, people ride goats, there's magic and war and I'm very fond of it.)

The mountains play large parts in the Caleyena history, over and over again. The nomadic herders who could become the proto-Calenyena ended up in a mountain valley between two ranges - the mountains were such a figure of their early history that their counting figures are based off the seven major mountain peaks in that valley. In a language which genders almost everything as "useful" or "not useful", mountains are one of the few things counted as "beyond use"; the mountains had near-godhead to the proto-Calenyena, along with the moons and the sky, the sun and the river.

(In "modern" Caleyena naming, characters have an initial vowel if they are part of the royal family - Arinyanka, Enerenarie, Empress Edaledalende, and so on. Those vowel sounds correspond to the sounds at the beginning of each of those "beyond use" words.)

I am fascinated by mountains. I'm a lowlander; I grew up in the Great Lakes Basin of Ontario Lake (A wide flat area where the lake used to be). Hills used to make me sick. But some of the strongest childhood vacation memories I have involve mountains - the Alleghanies, the Adirondaks, the Blue Ridge Mountains. They've lovely, and they are as much fantasy to me as magic and unicorns. I suppose it's no surprise that I chose to fill my fantasy setting with so many mountains, then.

Besides, if I hadn't made them mountain-dwellers, they wouldn't be riding goats. :-)

Reiassan has a landing page here.
Edally Academy is a serialized web story set later in the timeline; it can be found here.
aldersprig: (Pterry)
I have updated the "one-off" landing page (partially) here.

Anything strike your fancy? I'm taking up to three prompts based off anything there. ;-)
aldersprig: a close up of an alder leaf (Leaf)
Stories for which I have no extant Setting

Utterly Random
The Snow War (LJ)
Being First(LJ)
On the Water (LJ)
Thought Experiments, a story of Impossible Situations (LJ)
After the Fire (LJ)

Non-Modern Second World
No Parades (LJ)

Day Twin, Night Twin (LJ)
The Dark and Light Mirrors (LJ)
The Light World and its Shadows (LJ)

Space
The Tuesday Map (LJ) Life in the BAELZ.
Birth of a City (LJ) It started with asteroid miners...
Down in Human Town (LJ)
Out of Nowhere(LJ)
Sol Invictus (LJ)
Remembering Earth (no crosspost)
Decanted (No xpost)
Amongst the Wrifflites (LJ)

Urban
Modern Fantasy
Bleed it Out (LJ)
Twelve Roses and One ()
First Rose (LJ) After 12 Roses and One

Bus Stop (LJ)

The Gift Fairy (LJ) "The job fairy ain't going to come give you a job."
I Want to Tell a Story (LJ) It wasn’t what Miss Kelley was expecting to hear from her students.
Made from Words (LJ)
Miss Midas (LJ)
Gift-Wife (LJ)
The Truth, and Hair-Pieces (LJ)
A Star in the East (LJ)
A True Gift (LJ), to [personal profile] anke's prompt
A Present for the Queen of Underhill (LJ) to [livejournal.com profile] moon_fox's prompt
Little Gift (LJ)to [profile] moon_fox's prompt
Reunion (LJ) A slight case of being imaginary
Reality Changes (LJ) (and we can change it)
The Norm (LJ) Being Normal, being Norm

Changing Verses (LJ)

Urban Fantasy
First Steps (LJ) The city remembers
The Dark Places, the Numbered Streets (LJ) - Ance seeks a real adventure. And finds it.
Recovering the City (LJ)
Breaking Ground (LJ)
...On My Parade (LJ)
And Before That? (LJ)
Backstage (LJ), technically Big Trouble in Little China fanfic
No Monster, No Lurking (LJ)
The Manticore (LJ)

The Heritage That Wasn't (LJ)
A Heritage Earned (LJ)


The Cracks
Through the Cracks (LJ)
"China is Here" (LJ)
The Dark of the City (Lj)
Up From the Cracks (LJ)
The Darkness in the Shadows (LJ) (similar setting to The Cracks)

Modern
The most Interesting Wine (LJ)
Setting the Table (LJ)

Bruin's Birthday (LJ)
Falling (LJ)
Commute (LJ)

Rose Petals (LJ)
Pure Snow White (LJ)

Failure to Properly Case the Joint (LJ)
A Piece of Cake (LJ)
Strong Enough? (LJ)
Hallowe'en's Past (LJ)
Trek-style Geek (LJ)


Modern:Horror
Adhara Speaks (LJ)

Modern: Superheroes
Landing Page Here Now

Apoc
Pantry (LJ)

Family Souveniers(LJ)
Souvenir (LJ) A little something from every city

Teaching for the Future (LJ) - unknown Apoc 'verse

Time to Play (LJ)
Under the Sea (LJ)


Futuristic
Big Brother (LJ)


Learn-to-Knit-Day (LJ)
Lost Day (LJ)
A Toque for Hill Primus (LJ)


Whimsy/Magical
Salvation in a Bottle
Wine of the Swan Maidens (LJ)
Still (LJ), a story for my Mother.
Kirkevaren (LJ)

The Second Restriction (LJ)
Eralon Explains (LJ)

Alien
First Wind (LJ)
First Nesting (LJ)

Skypirates
Flying Squirrel: Frying Pan, Fire? (LJ)

Erotic
(LJ)
A Physical Detail, just a minor thing (LJ) (a writing exercise)
aldersprig: (Library)
After Promises Broken, to this prompt by [personal profile] lilfluff

She'd been too young to understand, the year of the Ice Storm. All Kailienne knew was that her friends, Toby's, and the Aedder kids - who shared classed with her and Toby, but she wouldn't have called them friends, then - their friends & classmates had come to stay, with their families, overflowing the cottages in the alder stand while the rest of the town struggled with power outages, blocked roads, gas shortages, and freezing temperatures.

She'd noticed the way Adeline, Head of House, and Brice, Elder Whitehall, were tense with each other, because in a family like theirs, especially when everyone was trapped inside by the weather, you noticed every tension. But the weather was bad and the adults were often tense in potential crisis situations.

What she first remembered noticing was that, while the snow thawed and the world unfroze, relations between Brice and Adeline did not. She noticed it when Toby started working with Brice and she started working with Adeline, learning their trades and working hard for adulthood. She noticed the way Toby had pulled away from her, the way Brice would sit her down and talk to her about what a man's word meant.
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First: http://aldersprig.dreamwidth.org/753621.html
Previous: http://aldersprig.dreamwidth.org/815558.html


The woman named Elle - who, it seemed, owned him now - was slowly cutting hawthorn off of Reynard.

His life had not gotten surreal so much as it had gone back to a weird sort of reality.

“You were taught by Professor Valerian?” he tried. “And...” he spoke slowly. “You remember me.”

“You were several years ahead of me. I’m not surprised you don’t remember me.” She patted the top of his head idly. There were no hawthorn branches there, at least. “You may have spent a lot of time in other henhouses, but you didn’t ever, as far as I know, directly poach.”

Poach. Very carefully, he tilted his head so he could look her in the face. “You were Kept.”

“Isn’t everyone?”
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