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Posting fic thoughts until I get around to writing them
Elarion used to be seven different villages/towns but they all got absorbed by the original Elarion once it grew
Each village is vaguely linked to a primal source:
Lorimann: Moon. The village is right next to the area's holy burial grounds. You know, pilgrimage place and all. At first I wanted to say they get most of their food from trading with the other villages but apparently corpses make for pretty fertile ground so never mind that.
Nitaris: Sky. Situated on the side of the mountain Osgonath is built under. Now they probably do the most trading for food. Since, ya know, they live on the side of a mountain. And they have a—for the most part—food-wealthy neighbour. So yeah, trading and bird-taming or hunting.
Banep: Sun. Right on the edge of the forest. They're known to maintain a sacred, ever-burning flame—cult of Vesta vibe. Probably the village that eats the most fresh meat due to them living so close to the woods and being able to make consistent fire to cook it.
Osgonath: Earth. Biggest town, roughly equal to Rul-vah. They’re the only ones to have a primal mage, which helps them feed themselves. Situated/built half underground, in a cavern in the side of a mountain. They’re known for their great stone pillars of unknown origins.
Rul-vah: Ocean. Also biggest village in the area, equal to Osgonath. Situated right next to the Sea of the Castout/River flowing from it. Their main source of food comes from the water, so a lot of fish, algae and seafood. They probably have boats, unlike the others.
Vesaros: Stars. It's like the smallest village in the area. Most people don't even know about it, except maybe in the area. They don’t do much trading and exchanging with the other villages either. What it is known for is its tattooing practice as a coming of age ritual and as a therapeutic technique. It’s also the villlage Ziard is from.
Elarion: Deep/Dark. Not the biggest town, but likely one of the most well-known one. It's the only village to have a library/archive/collection of written knowledge. It’s said that they have remnants of old magic in its foundations; runes of old magics long forgotten.
It's like an allegory/metaphor/whatever
Also, notice how the biggest villages are those with stable food supplies? Yeah, I'm sure that won't have any impact on the narrative or anything
Anyway, one of the struggles is figuring out how to make them big/far enough apart to be distinct entities with their own names while also being small/close enough to all be absorbed into one big city. And also being canon compliant but that’s slightly less of a worry
But hey, it’s also something that roughly kind of happened in my birth city so I guess it’s not impossible. Happened over a much longer period of time and people weren’t starving and struggling for most of it, but still
[Sabigiyuu]
The Funerals in Summer | Chapter 4: Captured Pieces (持駒) is now up! 🦊
In shogi, captured pieces don’t die. They wait on the sidelines until someone drops them back onto the board—fighting for a new side, serving a new purpose. This chapter is about that: about being picked up, placed somewhere, and learning whether you’ll stay.
Some breadcrumbs for you:
- Giyuu introduces himself twice in this chapter. Once as a lie. Once as the truth. The order matters.
- There’s a folding screen in this chapter. It was meant to be a pair. Someone only took one. I’m not emotionally okay about this.
- The Tōmanjū count is now at 5. It has officially appeared more times than some characters.
- One boy invents a communication system using shogi coordinates just to talk to another boy he thinks he’ll never see again. And then immediately tells him his real name.
The name he’s been hiding from everyone.
On their first meeting:
What fascinates me about writing Sabito and Giyuu’s first encounter is how differently they cope with loss. Sabito is silent, contained, his grief compressed into something hard and useful—a blade. Giyuu is also silent, but his silence is made of shame, of drowning, of not knowing how to surface.
And yet.
Sabito has spent months refusing to connect with anyone. Giyuu takes one look at him and thinks: *I need to feed this person immediately.* He has no sword, no skills, nothing to offer—except half a Tōmanjū and a clumsy, desperate wish to be useful.
Sabito’s walls are ice. Giyuu walks up to them with a Tōmanjū and somehow doesn’t notice they’re supposed to keep people out.
There’s something almost absurd about it—the boy who can’t chop firewood, offering his only sweet to the boy who looks like he was born holding a sword.
But maybe that’s exactly why it works. Sabito has met plenty of people who respect his strength. Sabito has met plenty of people who respect his strength. He hasn’t met anyone who looked at him—wounded, voiceless, untouchable—and thought,“ He should have something sweet.”
That’s not romance. That’s not even friendship yet. It’s just two broken boys, each carrying something the other lacks, brushing past each other in the dark—and deciding, without quite meaning to, not to look away.
The line that lives in my head rent-free:
A lie had carved the hollow. A life would have to fill it.
🔗 [Link to AO3]
https://archiveofourown.org/works/73306981/chapters/203557541
Love your food worldbuilding in the most recent chapter! Can you say anything more about V/osian food?
Absolutely! <3
As St/arscr/eam mentioned, fliers are considered military-class outside of V/os, so being able-bodied and capable of flight was the only way to prove your value in the Fu/nctio/nist society if you left the safety of the winged city. Even within V/os, forged bots and win/glords got first dibs on e/nerg/on, so many a CC see/ker found ways to make filling meals using limited ingredients. Innovation is bred from limitation, in a sense.
With Vo/snian dishes, you'll notice it's a common trend for me to describe them as either very spicy or very salty; anything that encourages solvent retention and coolant circulation to keep your core at a comfortable temperature during flight. Bromine, alkaline-earth metals, and other halogens are common ingredients I'll use when talking about the seasoning and flavoring of V/os/nia/n food; these are absolutely toxic to humans, but to a giant, inorganic space robot? Quite tasty.
Despite not having much in the way of e/nerg/on to spare for its "second class citizens", V/os does have some other pretty impressive natural resources, so the average col/d-cons/truct can usually find something edible, even if it's not quite as nutritious or beneficial as e/nerg/on.
Alkaline noodles was a comfort food; much like ramen for us, it's quick, it's cheap, and can be fancied up with a few simple additions. Iodine-glazed pig iron is another treat, which is unique and kind of a novelty because it stains the mouth blue.
Not specifically native to V/os, (it hails from the slums of Ka/on) but one of St/arscr/eam's favorite snacks, which you'll see in a later chapter, is something called a nitrotiger cake, or a nitro cake for short; these are a kind of cheap oilcake snack that's been flavored with those kinda chemically sweeteners to cover the slightly "off" taste. He will plow through a box of them; absolutely loves them. They are 100% inspired by zebra cakes and I'm not sorry.
🌊The Chess Move That Explains Why Giyuu Will Never Forgive Himself
🧐a worldbuilding note for "The Funerals in Summer"
So a few readers asked about the Chapter 1 subtitle—"Checkmate by a Dropped Pawn (打ち歩詰め)"
—and what it means for the story. Here's the shogi symbolism I'm working with in this fic!
(Quick note: this is my fic interpretation, not canon psychology. Just the emotional framework I built for this particular story.)
🈚️打ち歩詰め (Uchi-fu-tsume): The Illegal Move
In shogi, this is a move that looks like it should work—you drop your cheapest piece (a pawn) right in front of the enemy king and deliver instant checkmate.
Except you can't. It's forbidden. Too easy. Too cheap. The win doesn't count.
That's exactly why it became the emotional shape of Giyuu's trauma in this fic.
📝How It Maps to the Tomioka Tragedy (in this story)
In The Funerals in Summer, I write Giyuu as someone who learned shogi young—it was how his father taught him to think(and this is actually a canon setting). So when he's about ten and can't process what happened that night why he pushed Tatsuko away, in the hospital, his brain reaches for the only framework it has: the rules of the game.
He sees himself as the pawn. He sees Tsutako as the other major piece in Shogi. He sees his survival as a move that should have been illegal.
A forbidden exchange. The kind you're not supposed to win from.
📝Why This Matters for the Fic
This isn't about canon Giyuu—it's about the version of him living in this story, who grows up unable to forgive himself for a move that "shouldn't have worked."
He didn't just lose his sister. He won a game he believes he had no right to win.
And that's the weight he carries into every chapter.
📝Why Every Chapter Title Is a Shogi Term
Because in this fic, shogi isn't decoration—it's the lens through which Giyuu interprets everything he can't say out loud. Each chapter title is another move, another rule, another way of measuring the distance between what happened and what should have happened.
It's the architecture of his guilt.
If you're into fic-worldbuilding posts or character studies through symbolism, let me know what else you'd like to see! (I have thoughts about the wisteria/funeral imagery too.)
since there were some questions and it's semi-relevant, some Dead or Alive maps and worldbuilding notes!
So apparently this is what I do instead of studying for chemistry. [SPOILERS for a 20 year old book]
So this Friday afternoon I spent fic-worldbuilding (yay)(!) Through the weekend I looked at timelines that were for neither CHEM1102 nor MATH1005:Statistics. These are some of the results.