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fallow reblogged mcatnip
mcatnip -

worldbuilding be like e


mcatnip -

i accidentally hit post and yknow what? it's better this way


fallow -

valid and also i feel compelled to contribute this tangentially relevant thing i said the other day

[id: a screenshot from the chat program discord. it shows a series of messages with the icon/name cropped out. the messages read,

"new set of genders
lets just classify everything based on that now
make an entire language that has a suffix for thinsg
based on whether they believe in free will or fate
lets just
apply that to chairs now shall we
does this chair believe in free will
arguably that could lead to a classification of animate vs inanimate things but then there's the question of viruses
really any talent i have comes from taking the logical extension of ideas to the point where they no longer make sense and restructuring things around them in the industry we call it worldbuilding
i call it a good pastime during lectures"

another user has reacted to "[...] in the industry we call it worldbuilding" with an emoji that says "ok boomer". end id.]


mcatnip -

gendered bread...


fallow -

[illuminati noises]


fallow reblogged mcatnip
mcatnip -

worldbuilding be like e


mcatnip -

i accidentally hit post and yknow what? it's better this way


fallow -

valid and also i feel compelled to contribute this tangentially relevant thing i said the other day

[id: a screenshot from the chat program discord. it shows a series of messages with the icon/name cropped out. the messages read,

"new set of genders
lets just classify everything based on that now
make an entire language that has a suffix for thinsg
based on whether they believe in free will or fate
lets just
apply that to chairs now shall we
does this chair believe in free will
arguably that could lead to a classification of animate vs inanimate things but then there's the question of viruses
really any talent i have comes from taking the logical extension of ideas to the point where they no longer make sense and restructuring things around them in the industry we call it worldbuilding
i call it a good pastime during lectures"

another user has reacted to "[...] in the industry we call it worldbuilding" with an emoji that says "ok boomer". end id.]


katiebirdie -

something very minor that always grinds my pepper is when mermaid societies are depicted with buildings that are only a few stories like ours, especially when they have fucking roads. like??? i don't know if anybody has noticed, but mermaids can swim in any direction they like, including UP. why the hell would they resrict themselves to the bottom of the ocean?? you fools. you IMBECILES. they would build into canyonsides and stack those buildings up on top of each other as much as they please. think of the aesthetic possibilities!! patchworks of differently colored squares on a cayonside to denote where one shop starts and another ends!! building fronts being carved into to create decorations!! merpeople darting up, down, left, right, diagonal, all swooping around each other with ease bc the sidewalk can't be cramped if there's no sidewalk!! C'MON!!


fallow reblogged beefox
autiestella -

hmmmmm no specific time words.

stella think most accurate to own world that way - this stella got no sense of time!!! everything just "around now" or "sometime soon" or "in past, maybe long ago" :P

can modify w size words cause versatile, so like "past large" = "long time ago" = months? years? depend how want interpret!

or "future small" = "very soon" = later today? sometime this week? etc etc


beefox -

maybe maybe "next" "last" so can say "5 last" is you did thing 5 things ago? or "2 next" is next next thing you do?


autiestella -

stella only just remember respond this
hmmm
think not most fitting idea here, cause means gotta remember order did/will do things in, & decide what is "a thing" big enough to count, etc etc

think maybe cool idea if robot lang? like store logs of all orders given, actions taken, & bootups/shutdowns
maybe robots go down for maintenance every so often, or follow specific schedule/clock, so each new bootup switch over log files & start count over :)
could end up w super diff sense of time from whoever handle & maintain them!

prob not smth stella develop but thought neat idea for that setup !


beefox -

oooo yeye


the tnaen’s home planet, ll'tnaen, is a wet and foggy world filled with high cliffs, peaks and deep below the fog are vast oceans and lakes, the fog is perpetual and has never lifted in known tna history


fallow reblogged autiestella

The Universe

autiestella -

short piece from worldbuild project - used wordy spoons on proper write! :P
this not tell full story either , but is start grounds

notes before start:
conlang/conculture in question got separate untranslatable pronoun, so stella just settle for she
& conlang also not use capital letter, so is indicate old/divine form of word

OK! start!


Once long ago, there was a tiny speck of Stardust. This speck knew Nothing: it had no tears to cry, no songs to sing, and no eyes with which to see. Not that there was particularly anything to see, anyhow - just a cold, dark void.

But then came another speck, and another, and another - zipping through this void, bouncing together, leaving trails of Light on their paths. They grew, and they grew, and they grew, until at last the Universe gasped Her first Breath. And She was Alive, and She was filled with Joy, and with Sorrow, and with Pain. In each of Her Motions, in each of Her shaking Breaths, so too did Worlds come to Life.

She watched their pink Skies and their blue Grasses fly by Her - and alongside them, She wept, and She danced, and She shouted, enraptured by Her Creations.
With Love, She watched them Grow.
With Grief, She watched them Die.

Would She, too, someday meet Her End?
She didn't like that thought. Would Her Creations cease to Be if She disappeared, too?

Continuing to Turn, She learned Fear. It kept Her from peaceful Rest, watching the newfound decline of all she Loved - pink Skies became murky oranges, Clouds of purple and grey and green rolled through Her Hills.

Still, She wept, until an Idea struck Her:
She was very Alone here, but She didn't have to be.
She took Her Fear, and Her Pain, and of course Her Joy, and poured it into making Something that might Resemble Her, even just a bit.

And as the First was born, She wept tears of Relief, bringing back Light to Her Worlds.


autiestella -

The First

The First was Small, and She was Quiet. Formed from Ice-cold tears and the Fear in the Universe's Heart, She was a timid little thing. With Her, She brought Snow, and Ice, and Death.

There were Two. They did not always agree.
The Universe wished the First would warm up.
The First wished to Grieve all that She wasn't.

There were Two. They felt Alone.

The First hid Herself away, Weeping. She was Sad, She was Pained, She Knew She was not the one the Universe Wanted.

The Sun was Bright.
Something was Missing.
The Flowers Bloomed.
Something was Missing.
The Worlds sang their Joyous Songs and still
Something. Was. Missing.

The Universe, too, Wept again.

The Bright Sun beat down on the Waters until nothing remained.
The Flowers and their Vines and their Thorns devoured anything in sight.
The Songs continued and continued and nothing stopped and in the Eternal Life nothing could truly Live for it was Fighting all else and there was no Joy and -

The Universe knew what She had done.
The Universe knew what She Must do.

With a Smile, She sighed. She relaxed Herself.
She breathed Life, and Joy, and Uncertainty, into another Being.

And then, there were Three.


autiestella -

The Second

The Second was full of Laughter and Sparks. Flowers tied into Their hair and Their Heart on Their sleeve, Their Smile brought Song, and Dance, and Bloom.

Birdsong following Them, They approached the First in Her hideaway.
Why are You filled with Sorrow? They asked.
They knew as well as She.
Why aren't You, dear Second? She asked in kind.
She knew as well.

The Second warmly touched Her face.
They Smiled. She Watched.
Clasping Her Hands in Their own, They Laughed.
Show Me what You Make.

Unfurling both Their Hands, She revealed a puff of Snow with a Frown.
It's Cold. It's Painful. It's Nothing but Death.
The Second shook Their Head, but They were not Angry. Gently, They guided Her Hands, shaping the Snow and the Ice and showing Her its Beauty.
Together They made Sculptures, and they Played, and She Bloomed in Her own way.

The Worlds Woke, Slept, and Woke once more - Day and Night, Spring and Winter, Second and First.
Still, things seemed Off.
The Second grew Nervous.
Warmth grew less Warm, Cold more Freezing.
The First grew Nervous, too.

The Universe agreed.
Using what She had Learned, She began breathing into a Third Her Passion, Her Curiosity, and Her Intensity.

And soon, there were Four.


autiestella -

The Third

The Third, from His first Breath, knew exactly what He was and wanted to Be. He was meant to Laugh, and to Shout, and most importantly, to Be without Shame.
He was Loud, which the First found intimidating. He could not win Her over - His Heat brought Her Pain, and Her Cold drove Him away.

He was Fond of the Second, however. They Played together, They Laughed, They Danced. He showed Them treasures They could not have ever Found, or Grown, or Made.

The First grew Lonely again, as She had been long ago. She had no such Companion, and She Feared the Second was bored with Her.

But She could not be so Pained.
It was only Fair.
It was only Fair.
It was only...

It was not Fair.

The Ice spiked Her Heart, sending ripples of Cold and Death as She Wept.
If She were to be Alone,
If She were to be full of Sorrow,
Perhaps All should be.

The Universe was Distraught. Nothing had Changed. It was Now as it had been Before.

I cannot Console Her. said the Third.
She turns even Me away. said the Second.
I mean no Harm, but for What does that count? said the Third.
Please, She needs Someone too. said the Second.

The Universe did not Know if this would Help, but the War of Life and Death was taking its toll.
To the Fourth, She granted Her Wisdom, Her Sorrow, and Her Hope.

Finally, there were Five.


autiestella -

The Fourth


The Fourth Understood all that there Was. They felt all the Worlds' Sorrows, their Pains, their Griefs - yet too, all their Hopes, their Dreams, and their Love.
They, most importantly, Understood the First. They Sat at Her side, Saying nothing, simply basking in the Silence with Her.

It continued this way for a long, long time.
The Universe worried She truly had Failed.

Then, one day, the First gave in.
Why do You Sit with Me? She asked.
Why do You waste Your Time?
I am not Special. I am Cold. I am Death.
I am Hate.

The Fourth shook Their Head, holding back Tears.
They said nothing as They pulled Her close to Embrace.
They said nothing even as She asked What, and Why, and How.
They said nothing even as She shook with Tears, and even as They too began to Cry.

They were Warmth, They were Cold, They were Joy, They were Sorrow, They were All and They were Between.
The First did not Understand.
Perhaps She had no Need to.

They listened to Her Stories, and They watched as She Created, and though They never spoke She felt more Loved than ever before.

At last, the Universe felt nothing was Missing.
Dawn, Day, Dusk, Night.
Bloom, Thrive, Decay, Sleep.
Song, Dance, Quiet, Death.

The Four Learned Harmony.

The Universe Sighed of Relief, Knowing now Her Guardians were going to Remain, Knowing now that She could finally Relax.


fallow reblogged autiestella

The Universe

autiestella -

short piece from worldbuild project - used wordy spoons on proper write! :P
this not tell full story either , but is start grounds

notes before start:
conlang/conculture in question got separate untranslatable pronoun, so stella just settle for she
& conlang also not use capital letter, so is indicate old/divine form of word

OK! start!


Once long ago, there was a tiny speck of Stardust. This speck knew Nothing: it had no tears to cry, no songs to sing, and no eyes with which to see. Not that there was particularly anything to see, anyhow - just a cold, dark void.

But then came another speck, and another, and another - zipping through this void, bouncing together, leaving trails of Light on their paths. They grew, and they grew, and they grew, until at last the Universe gasped Her first Breath. And She was Alive, and She was filled with Joy, and with Sorrow, and with Pain. In each of Her Motions, in each of Her shaking Breaths, so too did Worlds come to Life.

She watched their pink Skies and their blue Grasses fly by Her - and alongside them, She wept, and She danced, and She shouted, enraptured by Her Creations.
With Love, She watched them Grow.
With Grief, She watched them Die.

Would She, too, someday meet Her End?
She didn't like that thought. Would Her Creations cease to Be if She disappeared, too?

Continuing to Turn, She learned Fear. It kept Her from peaceful Rest, watching the newfound decline of all she Loved - pink Skies became murky oranges, Clouds of purple and grey and green rolled through Her Hills.

Still, She wept, until an Idea struck Her:
She was very Alone here, but She didn't have to be.
She took Her Fear, and Her Pain, and of course Her Joy, and poured it into making Something that might Resemble Her, even just a bit.

And as the First was born, She wept tears of Relief, bringing back Light to Her Worlds.


fallow -

oh this is so pretty...


The Marks


fallow -

the blank space righ there is spookin me out -

these r super neato, what are they? =0


fallow reblogged farraigeart

a commission for a friend AND introduction to some characters featured in aerandir and farraige’s world- jen (white hair) and runa (brown hair)

they live together at an elf camp belonging to runa and her people


fallow -

aaaaa this is adorable!!! i. i dont know how to express that other than by stating that i saw this and made a mostly-inaudible noise,, hngngggn i really like how the hair looks like it has volume yaknow and how you drew the leafy bracers/belt pouches and just the clothes in general?? like, thats some good *cloth folds in the expected places* right there, me i tend to struggle with that but im trying to learn
also does rena have wings =0


farraigeart -

AAAAA thank u again for leaving such insightful and kind comments ;u; what ur doing by commenting on artists' works is rly rly good and cool dsjhfsdfhs THANK U

yeah she does!! I plan to make a series of drawings explaining elf anatomy and all that (similar to my dragon-shifters piece) bc elves are a little different in my world then the usual ones!


fallow -

='D i am very glad that you are happy of this!! all in a day's existence, yes?
good to know my Dastardly Schemes of Artpreciation are working >=3c

ooh this is cool! i have seen other people make worldbuilding things and they are very neat to read, it is cool to see how diffrent people expand on the classic fantasy world concepts and turn them into things of their own

the dragon shifters lore is interesting! i can see lots of story potential in this. also stood out to me how in the last image it says "dragon shifters are always evil" and then below it is a drawing of two characters having an emotional-bonding-hug-moment and it looks like one of them is a dragon, and i was confused when i looked at it both because of the forcefulness of the statement "dragon shifters are always evil" and because of the juxtaposition of that and the hug-folk. is it intended to be a "the texts are lying" thing or does it mean something else? =0


fallow reblogged babushka


fallow -

ooh this is beautiful...! are they for a setting of some sort, or are you just practicing houses?
(I like all of them but the one at the bottom right that looks all mushroomy is especially neat!)


fallow reblogged beefox
therainfallsystem -

so i'm doing math on harpy time and trying to decide how their calendar would work out, and by complete coincidence things are ending up similarly to the human calendar and i'm Mad because the similarity truly IS a coincidence and the math just Makes Sense that way

the star i'm using, zeta doradus, has a habitable zone at about 1.2 AU away, which would make a harpy year roughly 420 days long (blaze it?). harpies count in base 14 because they have 14 digits on their hands, so i thought, why not have 14 months in a year? but following that logic, why not have 7 days a week- but NO because humans have a calendar of 7 days a week, even though they count in base 10. so to be contrary, i Could do 5 days a week.

okay. maybe. so 420 divided by 14 is 30, divided by 5 is 6, therefore 6 weeks a month for 14 months a year. but that means 30 days a month which is ALSO like the human calendar, and i'm mad again because this calendar is marginally more logical and less arbitrary than the human one, but it doensn't look like it, it looks like i COPIED the arbitrary and silly human one, when i'm being LOGICAL

so tl;dr i'm pouting :<


beefox -

human math for day make no sense, base calander off something else. Don't have to be rotation of planet around star, could be base spiritual or similar


fallow -

oh that's true!

depending on what kind of society you're goin' for you could also have them base time off of events, like the first bloom of spring/whatever they have on their planet. That could be interesting because then sometimes their calendar would get irregular if something stopped the flowers/etc from blooming and they'd be "stuck" in one month or other unit of time until the flowers grew again.


fallow reblogged chicory
chicory -

designing oc's is stressful because I constantly have to resist the urge to give all of them freckles


fallow -

theres one dnd game im in where we made our characters separately and when we all got together we realized all of our chars had extreme amounts of freckles


chicory -

Honestly you're doing the right thing, live your best life.


fallow -

this post was sponsored by: FRECKLE


princeofdoom -

My only questions is: Who are you trying to appeal to by NOT giving your characters freckles, OP? Obviously not yourself, and I don't know anyone who does not like a nice freckly character.


chicory -

I'm trying to appeal to common sense and also I'm afraid all of my ocs will look related to eachoter, which isnt something i want if two of them are romantically involved


fallow -

hmmm

if u give them visually differing combos of body type/ethnicity/face shape/hair+eye color/behavioral quirks/yada yada that should probably decrease the amount of people thinking theyre siblings

either that or just name ur story after freckles, declare that freckles are a dominant gene in this setting, invent technology that relies on freckle power, create mythology of how freckles came to be, make a magic system based on freckles...i have no clue what genre ur story is but u see where im goin if u wanna Truly embrace the freckle there are hundreds of ways to go absolutely wild with it

u can justify anything in fiction by creating context


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