My vision of Delphene (del-fee-nee) has never been consistent or solidified but currently she is referred to as an “opal dwarf” dragon in the AU. Originally she was quite big but in order to keep it consistent with New RS, I made her small, roughly the size of a dog.
She has soft, iridescent blue scales, and stumpy legs like a corgi. She can’t really fly, only hover. She loves to eat flowers (in Original RS she constantly chews on the flowers in Mira’s hair) and would devour human food if Mira would let her—she mostly gets to eat fruits instead.
although Delphy can’t respond in human language, she can understand Mira because of their special connection (in RS, Mira has a kind of latent magic I won’t get into). So while Delphene will generally act and react like a pet, she is highly attuned to Mira’s emotions and whatever she says when she’s speaking. In the college AU, Mira disappointedly expresses that even though Delphene is her constant, Delph can’t understand her “like a person”, when in fact… she kind of can, since communication is based on their emotional link. AU!Mira isn’t aware of this though because she doesn’t have access to her magic, whereas in RS they can understand each other fine.
in the hopes of manifesting the free time to actually do them, here’s what I want to do:
actually for realsies draw an Emry Karic portrait that I think accurately represents him in my style (I feel like I’ve never gotten him quite right, but I’m happy with my original Cal and Aspen portraits)
start writing the Rival Most Vial reader magnet (Ambrose at his first potion convention! teenage Ambrose! teenage Dawn! guest starring Ambrose’s mentor (derogatory) Master Pearce!)
write a scene where Ambrose overhears a song about Eli’s adventuring group and goes “wait he dID WHAT on that quest? son of a- he told me he hadn’t gone anywhere NEAR the dragon! and that man just sang about how he STABBED the DRAGON”
start actually for realsies writing The Spirit Well draft 0
I really ought to be compensated for how little I sleep, and no, the unfortunate ability to maintain my grasp on reality after too many hours awake does not count. @spacetimewraithwrites(tagback)
decision(summon story d0)
The Dusk wasn’t really part of the city. At least, it didn’t behave like it was. It started in amongst the other buildings, and then it continued past the city wall, eating through it and plowing through the countryside. The river ran along the opposite edge of the city, which, like most architectural decisionsmade, had been on purpose.
Zan couldn’t imagine if the factory district had been perched along the river, instead of rising up like man-made mountains trailing off to the north. It would ruin the view, for one thing, but more importantly, the river wasn’t contaminated further by the billowing smoke or leftover ash and soot. As it was, the Dusk consumed the sky in its corner of Sinderport, claiming its space like a beast claiming prey.
dark(dirt in the doing)
Jet watches her gulp at her coffee before drinking his own at a slightly more moderate pace. Rune dumps her mug in the sink and sighs, running a hand through her hair. Belatedly, he sees she’s got darkred streaks in it, peeking out from underneath the ends. It suits her instead of looking out of place. How he knows this is beyond him. He finishes his coffee and tries not to have any unearned thoughts about this mysterious girl.
“You done? Let’s go.”
He’s really losing his touch, letting her just tell him what to do. Shadow could tell him he’d taken notes for him on a day skipped and he would’ve responded much less placidly. Just because it’s a girl shooing him out of her apartment doesn’t change his personality. Supposedly.
drop(dirt in the doing)
Cam backs up one step, then moves forward two. “You should come home, Cloud. You know how Max is. He’s really unhappy about you being away. He’s-”
Rune cuts off his next sentence with a fist to his stomach. Cam doubles over and she kicks him hard in the knee. He dropsto the ground with a cry. “Max doesn’t get everything he wants and I’ll fling myself off a bridge before I return to that house. You can tell him that.”
“He’ll just come after you himself,” Cam says breathlessly, looking up at her. What a pathetic guy. Two hits and he can’t even get up. “You know he will.”
“I know.” Rune sounds so resigned that Jet tightens his grip on her wrist instinctively. “And then I’ll fling him off a bridge, instead.”
door(the sleepy stash, 2021)
The room was a room. Sometimes it had walls. Sometimes the doorlocked. Sometimes I was in the room when it blinked and for a microsecond I was a cosmos. But then I opened my eyes. The room was a room.
drunk(dirt in the doing)
So he’s wandering the streets just after sunset while not being nearly as drunkas he would like, and of course, as luck would have it, he stumbles into a fight. And he’s Jet. He doesn’t walk away from a fight. Not before. Not now, either. He fends off the attackers’ fists with ease despite his clouded mind, instinct taking over where reflexes are slow. Soon enough, both sides of the fight part ways and scurry off in opposite directions. Jet leans against a wall and breathes out slowly, feeling the adrenaline leak out of him and the weariness he can’t seem to shake build back up in his body.
He’s so tired.
dare(I don’t have the words, 2021)
limitless, really, are the options here. I have every color from which to choose and a million moments to reflect on and move into the spotlight and explain precisely what I mean when I open up my tiny fists and place my train cars down. this track, for instance. I know where it goes. or that one. I see where it’s been. and the newest one, over here? it runs through the tunnel under the mountain where only dragons dareenter.
I was going to do one for each shop on Rosemond Street, but…that’s a lot of energy that I don’t have right now. So for now, you get just the boys.
(Still wish I could romance them in a viddy game. I’d know exactly what gifts to give them and dialogue sets to choose. I’d crush it.)
Image description below:
[ID: two digital paintings, each one showing a man standing at a shop counter, with a piece of paper overlaid on the right side of the image. The top image shows a white half-elf in a blue robe, surrounded by dark wood cabinets. The text on the paper reads: Ambrose Beake. I’m in urgent need of spirit flower, and the traveling merchant has been delayed by trolls. Could I trouble you to find me four blooms? You can find them in the northern sinkholes. Then underneath: Collect a spirit flower in the Giant’s Footprints. Deliver to Ambrose. Reward: 200 talons and one healing potion (level 5). Accept/Decline. The bottom image shows an Asian man standing near floating shelves. The text on the paper reads: Eli Valenz. Hey, this is embarrassing, but I think I lost my potion notebook somewhere in the Elwig market. If you’re headed that way, could you look for it? I can’t leave this potion while it’s brewing. Thanks! Then underneath: Find notebook in the Elwig Market. Deliver to Eli. Reward: 25 talons, 3 dried herbs, 2 healing potions (level 1). Accept/Decline. end ID]
[ID: a black and white, digitally drawn map. The text on the border reads “Thalis.” The province in the middle of the map is “Vidanya.” It’s framed by mountains and a sea on the north side, and is dotted with forests and lakes. The lines criss-crossing the province are labeled in the key as “underground river routes.” end ID]
The Stray Spirit has a map!!
I meant to post this earlier- oops. But TSS will have a map at the front of the book!
Lucia Vasquez de Prada designed this, along with the six illustrations in the book & the chapter icon. I knew early on that TSS would benefit from having a map (and, like, maps are cool?). I’m so glad I was able to find Lucia, who is an incredible artist and an author herself who drew a map for her own book! How cool is that??
Slowly inching closer to publishing this thing :) :) :)
community self-esteem boost time: reblog, reply, or send me an ask with a line from your writing that you’re proud of. not anything super long— i’m thinking a sentence to a paragraph at most. there doesn’t need to be any context to it; just that you’re proud of your work!
here’s a little something from a quiet kindness which is not my main wip but shhh
Kaven wanted to shake them all and make them understand. He wanted to reach into their chests and carve out the hearts he didn’t believe held any compassion. He wanted to rip out his own and compare them, the uncaring against the grieving.
