OC Pride Fact Swap! Llanedd would descibe their gender as "no thank you". Trickster would describe his as "yes please!" If people try to impose gender on Llanedd, Trickster offers to buy it off them to add to his hoard. ~loopyhoopywrites
Gender hoarding, I love it!! Trickster & Llanedd really complement each other well <3
Caretakers have a peculiar relationship with gender (thanks to their ability to take the appearance of their current or previous humans). Sunflare is genderfluid and tends to stick with the appearance and gender of her current human instead of choosing the appearance of a past human she liked, the way Dewdrop does.
I feel like Dewdrop is more like Llanedd in that regard. They would also say "no thank you" to gender, because they have no time to worry about that while they've been having a moral & existential crisis for more than 1000 years.
Happy STS! How would you feel if people were to write fanfic for your WIP? What do you think/hope people would write? Is there anything you wouldn't want people to write? ~loopyhoopywrites
Ooo, I love this question! I would be over the moon if someday people wrote fanfic because it means that they enjoyed the series enough to write about, to think about, that it made some kind of impression on them. And that's the biggest compliment I can think of. :) This series feels like home to me, so I'm hoping it has that feeling for readers, too. A place to spend time that’s a safe, positive place to retreat to when life gets hard.
I'm not sure what I'd hope they would write. Hopefully something true to the tone rather than something dark, but if they need dark in combination with my world to help them get through something, that's cool. I'm really curious which of my magic types people would like best, so I'm hoping they'd play with my magic system and maybe try to add their own spin on it. I'm writing a series about artists and creators, so I'd love to see creativity come from it. My sandbox would definitely be open to readers. I’ll share. ;)
I have a feeling I know who would be the shipped characters and I'm fine with most of that, too. The only thing I wouldn’t want people to write would be bad ships like getting Adair back with his ex (please no setting him up with his abuser) or siblings like the twins or Blythe with Sol or Dray. Or Ametrine or Skia with any of the other characters because they're kids and the others are all adults. But if it’s like, Dray with Etri, or Blythe with Camille, or something like that, you do you, future possible fanfic writers.
(I have gotten a few fanfics from my muse @ageekyreader that I love so much, but since she knows my series almost as well as I do, it’s less fanfic more cowriter lol)
So my psychic told me that putting myself under a sleeping curse was the only way I would find my One True Love, and all my friends swore by it, and I wasn't going to be the only one missing out, right, so I tried like three curses, just to be on the safe side, and I got woken up by the most amazing prince, but apparently he's marrying his knight? Like, what even? So clearly my psychic doesn't know what she's talking about, but maybe you do? How can I meet my One True Love? Violetta XOXO
Tybee, still idly shuffling the deck from the last client, exchanges a side-eye with Gil.
“You know it’s a dumb idea,” Gil says.
“But it’s a fun idea,” Tybee insists, and beginning thumbing through the cards.
“We’re polyamorous,” he says, hunting for The Lovers. “So take our advice with a grain of salt. “One True Love” isn’t really a thing we do. Ah, here we are.”
He lays out the cards just above and below The Lovers.
"Clearly," he says, tapping the Heirophant, "traditional means aren't working." His grin transforms into a wicked smile as he pushes forward the Justice card. "May I suggest taking your deliqunet prince to court?"
"Tybee!"
"You never know where that might lead," he continues, dauntless. "You might meet an interesting lawyer, or a recent divorcee. Give it a try, off you go now, love. Best of luck."
Happy STS! Describe the plot of each of your WIPs in one sentence! (One per WIP that is, I'm not that mean.) ~loopyhoopywrites
I’m a bit late but!! Thanks so much for the ask :D
The Martyr Queen:Young woman finds out she isn’t supposed to exist; gets roped into fighting a goddess.
Pirate’s Bane: Cursed sword with a vendetta against a goddess possesses local pirate; only person who knows how to kill the goddess now has amnesia.
Frosted Heart: A mirror shatters, and now one sister is bent on turning her kingdom into a frozen wasteland, while the other races against time (and snow) to save her.
Those are not the greatest sentences in the world, but I feel like they get the point across! Ty for asking! :D
3. What other stories inspire your novel?Honestly, what inspired Stellar Black was the new year. Like, I was full of passion and started shouting about things excitedly. I was reading stories like An Enchantment of Ravens and A Tethered Mage at the time. Lately, I’ve been reading the Illumate series to help me get inspired. (Note: It’s just been making me want to restart so I can properly worldbuild.)
5. Who is your protagonist? Riore Isika Syair! The lovable but annoying main character who can’t seem to settle on a single personality as it stands. (It’s a draft two problem.) She’s someone whose never really felt the need to go above and beyond, it hasn’t worked so far, so she’s given up on it.
19. What excited you about this story? EVERYTHING. I was hyped (and still am!) to mix science and magic, to play with a first person perspective, and to finally write about a threat that isn’t threatening the entire world (only a moon or two).
Leave a “Join Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about one character giving another character an offer [be it a proposal for an alliance, asking them to join them in an activity (you can get dirty if you want), feel free to specify.]
Cables lie strewn across the floor, faint flickers of Designer magic running through them. She’d barely been able to get the door open, shoving aside a stack of them with her shoulder to squeeze into their apartment. Talya is nowhere to be seen, although a panel lies suspiciously open in the floor, faint thumps resonating through the metal.
What the hell is she working on? VAL asks, giving the mental impression of looking around with hands on hips. Get a contract to remodel the apartment in Designer punk or something?
I’ve no idea, she replies, walking over to the hole and shining her flashlight in. They’ve never actually bothered to clean under the floor, living in the basement, and so everything is caked in a layer of red dust. Talya’s face, streaked with the same rust, peers back, squinting in the light. “What are you doing?” she signs.
She gives an awkward half-shrug, indicating the torch and wires clutched in her hands. A spark leaps from one to the other, forming a brief arc and nearly burning her face off. Whatever she’s working on, it’s large, twin circles glowing blue visible underneath her feet.
Anechoi nods, walking over to the couch - the only piece of furniture still in its rightful place - and dropping her bag there, performing the daily prayer that nothing explodes in it. Well, VAL says after a second, we’re not dead. So it worked. I’ll pass on your thanks to the god of explosives, whoever they might be.
I’m sure they know who we are, at least. Not that explosives have been too much in use recently. Her clients tend to think it too…obvious that foul play was involved, and now they all want software hacks. Intimidation’s gone out of style.
Talya clambers up out of the panel, placing her tools neatly back into their holders and trying to brush some of the dust from her hands. “Right,” she signs, failing miserably to keep the excitement from her movements. “You’ll like this. Have a favorite song?”
“What?”
“One you like the name of, or associate with something good. Just…any song. Pick one.”
She’s never even thought about it. The only hint of a song she can remember even picking up is when the building next door played theirs too loud- she gathered from Talya’s relentless complaining - and she could feel the drums through the walls. “I - don’t know. You pick one.”
With a theatrical, exaggerated sigh - a slump of the shoulders and a pleading look - she turns back to the computer. Audio bars flash on the screen, spiking up and down, until she presses another key and they stop. “Right, right. So…I was trying to link together a system, and I need you to tell me if it works. Oh-” She holds up a warning finger- “the lights are normal.”
Another press of the key and a song begins to play.
She can’t hear it, but she doesn’t need to. Each panel shakes with the beat of the song, the vibrations pulsing through her shoes. On the ceiling, a series of colored panels lights in sequence with what she guesses are the notes of the song-
The melody, VAL says.
Like I’d ever need to know that. She can’t hear it, but she can envision it, whether the notes fall like raindrops or rise in a staircase pattern, or simply cycle around themselves. Half the song below and half the song above. “So?” Talya asks, exaggerating the question in glee, “you like it?”
“Beautiful,” she signs back without even looking. “It’s…amazing. I don’t - I can’t thank you.”
“You can.” She taps the computer and the song changes, the beat changing to one she knows, one they always wrote out in the stories. One-two-three; one-two-three; one-two-three; one-two-three. The panels above change in step, colors rising to a bright, clear crystalline white with the tune. A waltz.
Talya steps onto the floor, holding out her hand for Anechoi to join her. “Dance?”
You asked for asks, so who's your favourite character from each WIP and why? :)
hometown: delilah!! it’s so hard to pick but yanno...she’s super upbeat and happy and basically just totally adorable!!
lazarus: only two characters here, really, so i’ll pick bellamy. i love the sarcastic, cocky asshole trope and that’s him!
king &. country - definitely imraan. i really love his character arc, from a spoiled asshole to the jaded leader of a rebellion.
these violent delights - jean!!! i just adore his puppy-dog energy, and he’s actually one of my oldest ocs! i’ve had him for years now, but he was a roleplay character. i repurposed him to fit this wip, actually.
I have Apollo! He's the sun god (duh), and he's like the chillest dude ever. He always stops to listen to street performers and has terrible fashion sense (his entire wardrobe is bright yellow and orange). He wears light up sneakers, can never stay awake past 9pm, and cares about his sister more than anything.
I love him so much, holy shit. especially the light-up sneakers.
I haven’t developed my Apollo yet (also I’m 99% sure that’s a nickname/title) but, so far what I know is that he’s a graduate in solar-based magic and currently working as a human vessel for the sun. He’s on a never-ending adrenaline rush and even though he doesn’t feel the heat, he emanates warmth like a radiator.
He’s freckled and bi and despite 24/7/365 duty keeps people with him and has a good time. Just at high speeds racing around the sky.
