Tossing a story+world concept that came to me in a dream (thoughts welcome and invited)
(pinned for accessibility and so I don't forget)
Spending more time working on my shapeshifter character concept, and I think it's key to share the 'rules' of this race in my world.
The planet in my (high fantasy-ish) world is in a sphere (sun orbits earth style), in a self contained oort-cloud sized bubble. This bubble is one of many that float in the sea of ethereal essence, basically just a fucking background radiation nothingness.
Every one of these "spheres" is the will of a god/deity, shaping said world and its inhabitants into their image. The main world, Galm, is the result of a Deity self-immolating out of love for its denizens, granting them free will, cut loose from their deity.
Magic in this world is tearing "shapes" into the fabric of the world, and letting the ethereal through. The "shape" determines the effect.
Shapeshifters in my world are the result of a bigass tear in the world, through which a mortal ascended to de-facto godhood. The fallout from this simultaneously created my parasitic jellyfish (another time), AND these shapeshifters. Both operate through the instability of their physical form being MUCH higher due to their flesh being suffused with the ethereal.
Now; shapeshifters were created from a disaster, which this new god would very much like to NOT have associated with him, SO he blames the shapeshifters for the disaster, and gets them exiled to small island fiefdoms.
It's been a LONG time since then and shapeshifters now have their own concept of gender, their own social customs, their own language dependent upon real-time shapeshifting of their voices. They're ostracized by all nearby (due to the faith continuing there) and more-or-less unknown in farther reaches of the world. Their abilities naturally lend them to espionage, and they're highly sought after by spymasters everywhere.
My STORY concept to explore this, is the child of traveling shapeshifters, lost at sea, and saved by some rural farmer humans in a random village. Our protagonist, naturally, is raised with the belief that he's just a cursed human. His family knows nothing about shapeshifters, and they just assume he's a boy because of the form they found him in, giving him a boy name.
He has little shame about his base form, and follows human conceptions of gender, happily working in his village using his "curse" as a party trick. He meets a girl. (Maybe) Has a kid. Learns to write.
Eventually he ends up a clerk for some local magistrate. A local magistrate that a proper shapeshifter is hired to steal from.
So, imagine, our protagonist is working late, relaxed, in his 'baseline' shapeshifter form. Another shapeshifter disguised as a guard comes in, and is just blasted by this human-acting shapeshifter doing paperwork at 11:00pm, not bothering to hide his form.
They try to communicate to him, but our protagonist doesn't know their language. The subtle codes of the shapeshifters. He's married to a human woman and has a job for pete's sake.
Anyways, this new shapeshifter sticks around, trying to figure out just how the hell this guy got here, and trying to get him to hide his nature for their species' safety. He doesn't even believe them. Until, of course, hero's calling. Someone higher up hears about him, and he is hunted for his value to their local queen. He is separated from his wife. On the run.
The proper story is this man needing to find a way to reunite with his family, all while being in the shapeshifter underworld, stuck in a world where gender/sexuality/language/social customs are both more complicated, and more alien to him.
Naturally, the actual plot is that journey to save his reputation (and perhaps that of his race), but CONSTANTLY throughout I want to have him suffering from cultural embarrassment. Older shapeshifters offended by his lack of manners. Him not understanding wildly different modesty protocols. Him grossed out by the complex cuisine of his people. Meeting his TRUE parents, and them being mortified that their child has the cultural knowledge of a toddler.
I think it'd be peak. And tbh would be fun to write, as in DnD I'm the one cishet guy who plays changelings lmfao. I've got a long experience of playing with groups where I'm playing THE noncishet race, but I'm playing him as "just a guy".












