From another world
Jun. 13th, 2019 05:55 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sorcyressHere is one of my daydreams. It's very self-indulgent and Mary-Sue. You may enjoy looking at it regardless.
A reoccurring daydream would be the one in which a character from whichever work-of-fiction I'd most recently been consuming gets warped to another universe, specifically my own. Generally this one happens when I'm walking alone, so that I can walk up to the lost character, and explain to them what happened and offer to send them home with my spectacular god-like powers. Generally, I have a lot of other nice conversation (and sometimes flirtation) with the character before that ensures.
Why do they warp? Because the magic Cataclysm from the Valdemar books was totally bad enough to fuck up magic _everywhere_ and so it totally yoinks people from one dimension and deposits them in another. Why do they warp near me? Because the Magical Powers That Be in this dimension (or maybe all of them) have established people as sorts of "waypoints" that pull incursions towards themselves, and I am one of those waypoints. Maybe the only one for the east coast, depending on how overworked I wanted to feel.
Why dimensions? Because the MYTHadventures series by Robert Asprin was a _serious_ serious influence on me growing up, and I've patterned a *lot* of the original Sorcy!canon from it. It's definitely the magic system I've stolen from most, or at least tied for most (see Lackey's Valdemar reference, above).
Oh yeah, and if you'd like a sense of how long this existed in my brain, I'm pretty sure that the echo of the Cataclysm was worsened/linked to Y2K. Which...actually works really nicely as a theory, since things have slowly tapered off. It used to be these weird extra-dimensional incursions were happening very frequently, a new one every few months or weeks or days!
The last one I can remember1 was when I was living at Dinosaur Sashay, so at least six years ago. I remember being "startled" by it happening then, it had been a few years since I'd been called upon to send anyone back home (but of course all the magical warning systems I'd set up to, say, hide suddenly appearing people from different dimensions and ensure their appearance didn't frighten the masses (gryphons) and that they could telepathically communicate with me until I could arrive at their destination and take them home to the portal still worked.)
It's like having an imaginary friend or soulbond, except very temporary. And it wasn't _always_ just fictional characters, there were definitely real-life people who got warped towards me as well. Yes obviously they were online friends from far-away places (California, EnZed) who I desperately wanted to see.
I don't know why this came to mind --the latest daydreams2 haven't been a return to form or anything. But it's a neat little snippet of the part of my life that I _do_ keep private, because after all, that is so very little of my world.
~Sor
MOOP!
1: Tedd, from El Goonish Shive, possibly with a parallel story that he'd warped before. Also definitely with a touch of the flirtation kind. This was kinda when I was having a fair amount of angst about gender, and someone with a transmogrification ray would've been _very_ welcome in my life.
2: I daydream frequently, expansively, intensely, and with no-remorse over how utterly all-powerful I am in them. I daydream about real people I know3 and about invented people I don't. They are _very_ self-indulgent, and help keep me occupied on my commute. Generally I have regular themes that I return to and retread.
I think about it like masturbation: A powerful act of self-care (and self-indulgence, and self-love) but I really shouldn't be sharing the details.
3: There's a whole extra post in this offhand comment, about how I can and don't develop crushes on people. It's not-quite-right to say that I can control whether or not I have a crush, but I can certainly control whether or not I indulge it, and therefore whether or not it is allowed to grow in my head. And yes, I am aware that these are real people and my fictional brain-stories are not going to live up to their controlled and idealized versions.
A reoccurring daydream would be the one in which a character from whichever work-of-fiction I'd most recently been consuming gets warped to another universe, specifically my own. Generally this one happens when I'm walking alone, so that I can walk up to the lost character, and explain to them what happened and offer to send them home with my spectacular god-like powers. Generally, I have a lot of other nice conversation (and sometimes flirtation) with the character before that ensures.
Why do they warp? Because the magic Cataclysm from the Valdemar books was totally bad enough to fuck up magic _everywhere_ and so it totally yoinks people from one dimension and deposits them in another. Why do they warp near me? Because the Magical Powers That Be in this dimension (or maybe all of them) have established people as sorts of "waypoints" that pull incursions towards themselves, and I am one of those waypoints. Maybe the only one for the east coast, depending on how overworked I wanted to feel.
Why dimensions? Because the MYTHadventures series by Robert Asprin was a _serious_ serious influence on me growing up, and I've patterned a *lot* of the original Sorcy!canon from it. It's definitely the magic system I've stolen from most, or at least tied for most (see Lackey's Valdemar reference, above).
Oh yeah, and if you'd like a sense of how long this existed in my brain, I'm pretty sure that the echo of the Cataclysm was worsened/linked to Y2K. Which...actually works really nicely as a theory, since things have slowly tapered off. It used to be these weird extra-dimensional incursions were happening very frequently, a new one every few months or weeks or days!
The last one I can remember1 was when I was living at Dinosaur Sashay, so at least six years ago. I remember being "startled" by it happening then, it had been a few years since I'd been called upon to send anyone back home (but of course all the magical warning systems I'd set up to, say, hide suddenly appearing people from different dimensions and ensure their appearance didn't frighten the masses (gryphons) and that they could telepathically communicate with me until I could arrive at their destination and take them home to the portal still worked.)
It's like having an imaginary friend or soulbond, except very temporary. And it wasn't _always_ just fictional characters, there were definitely real-life people who got warped towards me as well. Yes obviously they were online friends from far-away places (California, EnZed) who I desperately wanted to see.
I don't know why this came to mind --the latest daydreams2 haven't been a return to form or anything. But it's a neat little snippet of the part of my life that I _do_ keep private, because after all, that is so very little of my world.
~Sor
MOOP!
1: Tedd, from El Goonish Shive, possibly with a parallel story that he'd warped before. Also definitely with a touch of the flirtation kind. This was kinda when I was having a fair amount of angst about gender, and someone with a transmogrification ray would've been _very_ welcome in my life.
2: I daydream frequently, expansively, intensely, and with no-remorse over how utterly all-powerful I am in them. I daydream about real people I know3 and about invented people I don't. They are _very_ self-indulgent, and help keep me occupied on my commute. Generally I have regular themes that I return to and retread.
I think about it like masturbation: A powerful act of self-care (and self-indulgence, and self-love) but I really shouldn't be sharing the details.
3: There's a whole extra post in this offhand comment, about how I can and don't develop crushes on people. It's not-quite-right to say that I can control whether or not I have a crush, but I can certainly control whether or not I indulge it, and therefore whether or not it is allowed to grow in my head. And yes, I am aware that these are real people and my fictional brain-stories are not going to live up to their controlled and idealized versions.
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on 2019-06-13 01:18 pm (UTC)Like, let's say I could create metal out of thin air, anywhere, at a thought (including overlapping with existing objects.) The boring version: Now I'm super rich, because I can create gold and platinum and so forth. More fun to think about: How would I actually "launder" the precious metals so that no one got suspicious? This is actually fairly difficult!
Another direction, the "brute force and utility" aspect: Could I manifest thin planes of soft metals to cut things apart? Hydrogen can form a metal at intense pressures and low temperatures, would that be included? Now I have not only a cutting ability, but maybe the hydrogen expands violently back to a gas, so there's effectively the ability to manifest explosives at a distance as well. Careers as assassin or quarrying expert. :-P
Yet another path to explore: Creating extremely pure solids, rare elements, or very thin planes could be scientifically useful. What would be enabled with those? What about antimatter metals, are those "allowed"? Are there metals in the theorized Island of Stability?
What's curious about all this is that I find myself pretty much incapable of writing fiction, but it's clear that I'm OK with generating and exploring counterfactuals.
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on 2019-06-13 02:04 pm (UTC)I definitely have given myself at least two bad-idea crushes this way, and suppressed at least one other.