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spyglassrealms · 2 years

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Okay kids, strap in. Uncle Spy has some worldbuilding to lay on ya.

So the new Spelljammer 5e was announced a few months back, releasing in August (it's just turned June as I write this). Since then my friend and I have been gushing about it and planning some stuff around it, but one of the things that always struck me as disappointing about original Spelljammer was how... boring the Forgotten Realms solar system (Realmspace, where Abeir-Toril lies) was. It's much smaller than our solar system: eight planets, and only one of those is explicitly a giant planet (Coliar, said to be a "gas giant" but really more like a small ice giant). Two of them (Garden and H'Catha) aren't actually planets either, just constructs the size of dwarf planets. Two other planets are just ocean worlds, one with a sargasso sea around its equator and the other full of rocky atolls. Only two planets have any moons at all, to boot. Simply put: there's not a lot to look at, really. I'm hoping the new Spelljammer canon will retcon this and give Toril a larger, more varied solar system with more giant worlds and moon systems.

HOWEVER, there's another factor at play here. I made a character who's a space bard, directly inspired by all the filk I've been listening to lately. The problem is... a good chunk of that filk either A) uses names (planets, programs, people, etc) specific to real life space exploration and/or B) is rocketpunk instead of sailpunk like Spelljammer is intended to be. That got me thinking... I'd had a vague idea for a rocketpunk alt-Toril in the back of my mind for a while –a universe where the magical beings of the Forgotten Realms had reached the stars not through magicked-up sailing ships with atmosphere bubbles, but through magicked-up classic rockets– and this seemed like the perfect excuse to deploy that idea and start hammering it into a more coherent shape.

All of this added up to... well, something! Behold, my attempt to have my cake and eat it too: Terraspace.

This map was made using the template/assets developed by DeviantArt user slimysomething.

Terraspace is a fantasy version of our solar system within the wider Spelljammer setting where elves and dwarves and beastfolk all sing the rocketpunk blues. The Apollo Program exists as part of their history, but Apollo 13 was fine because of hasty Purify Air enchantments and some innovative abjuration. Dragons funded the Space Race. That sorta bullshit. Also, spiced up the solar system with a little idealism, as you can see; part of that was also me leaning into old Golden Age pulpy SF concepts like Jungle Venus and Pyramids of Mars. I don't thhhhhhink this counts as a new worldbuilding project,,, yet? Stay tuned I guess.

#spyglass’ realms #the midnight sea #worldbuilding #tabletop stuff #please don't mind the organizing tags here #spelljammer #dnd homebrew #dnd #dnd5e #d&d homebrew #d&d #d&d 5e #dungeons and dragons #space art #ttrpg art

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zubneo · 4 years

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The loft bedroom

Also I’m really getting into this?? I think I’ll do like,, little snapshots of the life here cause, I’m not entirely sure what the world is like but I’m REALLY loving making these

#my art #drawing #oc #vintage #steampunk #sailpunk #illustration #background design #design #concept art #world design #world building

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steampunkvehicles · 4 years

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#boat #sailpunk

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void-organism · 7 months

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“Please consult a physician/alchemist/apothecary/healer before use.”

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brownwoodship · 1 month

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Oh to be a space pirate

#pirate sci fi #pirate golden age #1800 century #whimsigoth #whimsicore #sapphic #sailpunk #dreamcore #piratepunk #pirate au #fantasy #fantasy roleplay

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danadriel · 1 year

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"Upon reaching the city we found a good place to stay, and by good I mean a dirty hole in the rock with a filthy ragged blanket covering the entrance surrounded by many other similar holes filled with hungry desperate like us, at least this place had a nice view of the port, so if any sand ship arrived we would know about it, but we were out of luck the only vessels that docked were small and useless for our purpose, these small sail powered vehicles can go from one city to another, but they would be a death sentence in the great desert, they are too slow and their wheels aren't big enough to overcome the dunes this without mentioning that they lack any life support structure, like water condensers and so on we need a large and mighty vessel if we wanted to escape this continent.

After five days we ran out of food and no sign of a sand ship, we had to adopt more unsavory measures to sustain ourselves, Jean and Ji were very familiar with this situation so they knew what to do, they resorted to whore on the port, at first I was very much against the idea and they didn't forced me to do the same ,but I felt bad they were selling their bodies again and again in that dingy lit hole we called home in order to buy food, while I did nothing,so I put myself for sale too, contrary from what I imagined my beauty ain't that amazing attraction, in fact most sailors were too intimidated by my presence to even consider approaching me let alone paying to have sex, people can feel that there's something uncanny about me, in conclusion I got way fewer clients than the twins,especially when compared to Ji, while we travel she likes to hide her body as much as possible, under her thick robes she may seem mundane and uninteresting, but she is a gorgeous young woman curvy, lean small and submissive the dream of any horny sailor, upon further inspection one could notice the many marks of countless abuses she carries, but in the dark of the night they are invisible to the thirsty eyes of her clients…since so little people had any interest on me most of my work was to protect her while she worked, a single angry client was easy to deal, but sometimes a larger group of sailors would request her services so I was always around to slash the throat of anyone who refused to pay or hurt her, to be honest the best nights was when someone got hostile, because I could not just kill them and steal everything they had but also chop some meat bits for our dinner.

After weeks in this routine we lost hope to find a sand ship, so we would take anything that could take us to a larger port, Jean proposed if we could take a ride by force , since I was so good at fighting, but I dismissed the idea , most sailors had firearms and I was not willing to bet on such a fight unless it was the last option, but regardless of my opinion,fate had their own plans, one morning we woke up with the land shaking violently, immediately we grabbed our stuff and darted out of the hole , the whole port was an absolute pandemonium, everyone knew what that mean and they were rushing to leave the city, every single vessel in the port was opening their sails and bailing out, this was the do or die moment!in the midst of this chaos we had to take a ride even if we had to kill everyone inside, Jean had a target in mind he pointed to a rusty red vessel in the further end of the port, it was almost ready to depart and no one was around, we ran as fast as we could towards it, I trampled and slashed anyone who was in my way until we were able to jump in the roof of that rusty bus, when we were finally in it already had began to pick up speed and several other desperate souls were trying to grab it, I jumped inside first ready to take out the pilot, once he saw me instead of attacking he looked at me and shouted "Dont kill me, kill the ones who are trying to embark, if they swamp us we are both dead! " it was true, behind us there was like 100 people trying to get in that bus, if they managed to grab us we were all doomed, I'm not proud about it, but we were able to get rid of those people I stabbed and thrown away anyone who got inside and the twins and the twins shot several others, after a while we picked up speed and hit the road, at this point no one could follow us on foot, minutes later the land behind us broke and sank down, it was surreal it just fell off shattering in millions of pieces! the city and anyone who was too slow to escape was now falling in to the endless abyss bellow, I could barely believe my eyes but it was real.

We all survived yet no one on that bus was really happy about it, but now we had a more important issue, the pilot and his partner were now stuck with us and vice and versa, the tension was palpable, I could almost hear the heart beats and the drops of sweat dripping, I stood quiet but ready to attack while Jean tried to negotiate the situation,I was so nervous I don't even remember what they said, Thanks to Jean the situation was defused, the two strangers accepted us on the bus and we agreed to survive together and travel until we find a sand ship, even after the deal I only pretended to sleep in first nights together just to ensure, now after a while with them we are all in the same page, they are 2 merchants called Trashdog and Kartola, both kinda crazy but not unpleasant company,Their ride is some sort of ancient large vehicle,salvage chopped and welded in order to use sails as propulsion, not very fast or comfy but better than walking, we only stop when we find some place to gather food or water, otherwise we take turns on the driving wheel day and night, while 2 stay awake the other 3 sleep, I believe in this rithm we can reach the border in few months…perhaps." (Danadriel)

I'm REALLY proud of this one, took me quite a while to draw but I loved the result!

yes they are pissing and shitting on a hole in the back of the bus before you ask. :U

#post apocalyptic #sailpunk #junkpunk #furry

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jennelikejennay · 1 year

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Hey you guys my book cover is live, what do you think?

I had a lot of control over it, so I'm very happy with how it turned out.

If you're interested in reading about solar sailing, lesbians, Navy tradition, piracy, zero g swordfights, and how to go on when you've fallen out with the only person you've ever cared about...you can preorder it here.

#writeblr #writers on tumblr #sailpunk #sapphic sff #cover art #space opera

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mackywall · 3 years

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🇨🇵 Croquis de recherche - Veston d'officier - Steampunk / 🇬🇧 Research Sketch - Officer's Jacket - Steampunk 3/3 #sketchbook #sketch #croquis #esquisse #veston #uniform #uniforme #army #officier #officer #marine #steampunk #sailpunk #cosplay #wip #cosplayprogress #costume https://www.instagram.com/p/CMYASOXjBuY/?igshid=drz3kh49zen7

#sketchbook #sketch #croquis #esquisse #veston #uniform #uniforme #army #officier #officer #marine #steampunk #sailpunk #cosplay #wip #cosplayprogress #costume

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alifeasvivid · 2 years

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I’ve been making boards on pinterest... one for the steampunk (which is actually more sailpunk) omegaverse fic, one for a friend, and one for the book and... I stumbled across a bunch of Steve/Tony art and like.... I can’t. I can’t do it. I can’t go there. I don’t really know shit about Marvel and I do know I don’t like the MCU at all so like....... I can’t do this........ look away, Sonder. Look away!

#I've already done the 'ship for a fandom I'm not in' thing #>.>#it scratches the same itch as usukus right???? am I wrong on that?

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babypinkhearts · 3 years

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Hi, I’ve been binge reading you’re work and let me tell you they’re *chefs kiss*.So, I have this idea but I can't write to save my life so I was wondering if you could do a steampunk or sailpunk au where Ash lynx is a fallen angel or something of that sort who was captured by Dino. Y/N is a mechanic and she fixes dinos ships or mechanical things falls for ash and is unsure of what to do. so he ends up escaping with her with the help of shorter. they get separated somehow but in the end gets married or get together or smthn???

Idk I’m blabbering at this point feel free to ignore this ask!!

Also stay safe and hydrated 🤗💕

hello hi!!! thank you so much, hearing that people enjoy my writing gets me so freaking happy :)

disclaimer: i had to look up what steampunk and sailpunk au’s were, as i admittedly have never heard of them, but-

i love this idea!!! i don’t think i’ve written any au’s at all on my account, so bare with me please 😅 this took so long to write and i think i went a littleee off track, but i really do hope you like it :)

pairing: ash lynx + fem!reader

warnings: verbal and physical harassment, vulgar language

“what?”

“the main sail has a tear in it. dino wants it fixed by morning.”

your eyebrows rose high at the response, scoffing in disbelief.

“i’m over-qualified for that shit. have one of the other guys sew it or something-“

in a flash, arthur pulled the collar of your shirt, lifting your feet off the ground in the process.

he leveled your eyes to his, narrowing them.

“if papa dino asks you to do something, you fucking do it. don’t act all high and mighty, i’ll shove that pride right down your throat.”

with that, he forcefully let go, watching as you fell on to your back.

you placed your hands behind you, lifting half of your body up as you sent him a glare.

arthur had always aggravated you. you weren’t exactly a “new” member to the crew, though the aggressive rivalry between the two of you did not diminish despite how long you knew each other.

without a word, arthur stepped over you, walking away, his posture seeming triumphant while you laid on in the floor in loss.

sighing, you shook your head as you got up, dusting off your pants.

dino golzine didn’t terrify you. he was your employer - you had the chance to get away if you really wanted to.

though, income was good and he provided you with a place to stay. there was really no reason to leave.

“y/n! heads up!”

immediately, you looked up, your hands instinctively reaching out as a crew member threw you a box.

“needles and thread!” he called out, pointing at the box from above. “dino says it ain’t gotta be perfect. just make sure the wind isn’t goin’ through.”

glancing down at the materials you now carried, you nodded up at him.

as soon as he turned away, you rolled your eyes, huffing as you adjusted the box in your arms and beginning your walk to the main sail.

truth be told, a long tear ran along the bottom.

dino wanted it fixed by morning?

this looked like it’d take you at least a few days.

pursing your lips and eternally sighing once more, you opened the box to begin your work.

but, the commotion behind you halted your movements.

your body quickly whipped around, eyes widening as you noticed nearly the entirety of the crew huddled in one circle.

quickly rushing over, you pushed through the crowd, popping your head through every gap in attempt to see what was in the middle of all this noise.

dino’s men always caused havoc among the ship - though there was something particularly wrong with how they were reacting this time.

there were whistles, laughs, hollers - all behavior you had endured when first being recruited.

it sent a train of unwanted memories down your head, and you winced as you attempted to cycle your mind back to reality.

a harsh shove against your rib lunged your body into self-awareness, and you once again peeked through the men standing in front of you.

and when you saw him... it was hard not to utter a sound a shock.

those wings...

they were real.

all those myths the men kept on the ships - the tales they told during the long winter nights-

the angels were real.

he glowed in the sunlight, just how they described in the books.

he was beautiful as well - his skin was flawless.

but, what was the crew doing with him?

why was there rope around his hands and torso?

his wings were restricted.

he looked to be in pain.

you glanced around, hoping to find a sane person on board.

but, everyone was smiling. laughing, even.

they pulled him with the rope, mocking him and treating him as some sort of animal.

the crew as individuals didn’t scare you. but now, as they huddled as one, you couldn’t find the power to say something in objection to the way they were treating this poor angel.

you stood quiet as they pulled him away, the ghost of your hand reaching out before they hauled him on to the deckhouse.

the door shut loudly behind them.

—

you couldn’t tell what time it was.

at least, specifically. you knew it was the early hours of the morning. the sun had yet to show.

your hands were cramping and you felt exhausted.

but the important part - the tear on the sail was nearly patched up.

you knew your body was begging you for a break, though your determination in keeping the job was at the top of your priorities.

and so you continued to sew.

“y/n.”

you quickly turned around, your eyes locking on to arthur’s.

beside him, the angel, his hands still adorned with the same rope.

the rope looked tasseled now - as if a struggle was made.

you felt sick.

“take care of him while you’re up here. make sure he doesn’t do anything stupid.”

and with that, he pushed the winged boy in your direction, walking away.

you stood still, your eyes to the floor as you tried to avoid looking at the being in front of you.

you didn’t even want to imagine what or what they were planning on doing with him.

though, now with instructions given directly to you-

if the boy were to flee, you’d end up dead the next day.

“it looks like they have you captive, not me.”

your head snapped up.

the boy had taken a seat, his back against the wall as you looked up at you.

there was a hint of amusement on his face.

you masked the surprise on your face at the sound of his voice, shaking your head at him.

“i-i’m sorry. i promise i’ll help you the best i can, just...”

you trailed off as you noticed him begin to shake his head.

“they’ll kill you, i think both of us know that much.”

he was blunt with his words.

you didn’t reply, the silence giving him your answer.

you could feel his gaze still on you.

it could be comparable to a hawk’s.

“how did you... end up here?” you hesitantly asked, your eyes glancing to the glimpse of white feathers behind his back.

up until this point - you didn’t think the tales they told around the world of fallen angels were... true.

though, the boy in front of you proved your beliefs wrong.

you watched as he visibly relaxed against the wall, his blond hair momentarily falling in his eyes before he shook his head, the pieces moving away.

“i was out exploring, actually. this-“ he rose his arms to show the rope around his wrists. “wasn’t intentional.”

you blinked, nodding as you processed his words.

exploring... could that mean there were more of his kind out there?

you hesitated for a moment, gathering the courage to continue to talk to him.

his presence alone was admittedly intimidating.

his stare didn’t feel threatening by any means, but it made you nervous to know he was watching your every move.

you didn’t have a malicious plan for him. you wanted to help him.

you hoped he could tell that much.

quietly grabbing your needle and thread, you rose your sore arms to continue your sewing job.

glimpsing at the boy, you took of small breath.

“if you don’t mind me asking... what’s your name?”

there was a small moment of silence, up until you realized he was waiting for you to look toward him.

you matched with his eyes, the green’s of his seeming calm.

it was comforting to look into his eyes.

“ash.” he finally replied.

ash.

he suited the name, you had to admit.

“you suit the name.” you spoke out your thoughts, sending him a small smile. “i’m y/n.”

ash nodded, his eyes following your skilled hands as you quickly pulled the needle in and out of the sail.

you could feel his gaze fall back on your face.

“y/n, why are you in a place like this?”

you stopped.

glancing to ash, you sent him a look of confusion.

his question was sudden - but he seemed genuinely curious.

you didn’t say a word as he stood up on his feet.

your body didn’t have an ounce of fear or adrenaline in it. like it knew he couldn’t hurt you.

he stood in front of you, his eyes peering down at yours.

your body didn’t move when he rose his tied hands.

your body didn’t move as they moved forward toward you.

your body didn’t move when he placed his hand right over your heart.

“this,” ash softly spoke, his voice low. “is where people like me can tell who we can trust from your people.”

he slightly pulled away from you.

“you’re a good person in a bad situation. leave this place, it’ll do you no good.”

you placed down the sewing materials, furrowing your brows at him.

his words took a moment to settle in your mind, though confusion plagued the thoughts immediately.

“why are you telling me this?” you asked, shaking your head with a sigh.

ash shrugged.

“natural duty, i guess.” he replied, motioning back to his wings, a reminder that the two of you were not the same.

your eyes followed, looking to the soft feathers.

“so, out of your natural duty, what should i do?”

you could see his lips slightly perk up as you repeated his words.

“i think,” he softly spoke, his eyes looking toward the sky. “when i escape, you should leave as well.”

you were quiet, mind swirling as you thought of the bad outcomes that would bring.

“i have a friend coming to get me right now. from there, i can help you out. i normally don’t help humans, but please believe me when i say this won’t end well for you.”

his words brought out implications that scared you.

the question - what could end up bad? sounded idiotic, even in your head.

there were a dozen things you could come up with on the spot.

the men on this ship were ruthless.

yes, you had the right to leave whenever you wanted-

but what would make them stay away from you?

with a small nod, you breathed out.

“okay. i believe you.”

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an hour passed as the two of you conversed.

it felt like five minutes.

the angel in front of you felt like an unironic blessing.

he was beautiful in every form.

“he’s almost here.” ash announced, his head resting on his arms. he was sat criss-cross, you mirroring his posture.

you had managed to remove the rope from his limbs, the two of you hiding out behind barrels on deck.

for a moment, you had wondered why ash needed a friend to help him escape.

he had wings, you thought.

but after cutting the rope around them, you knew he was in no condition to fly.

the rope was tighter than you had originally thought.

so tight, to where it tore into his wings.

ash had assured you they would heal, but the uncontrollable wincing he had done was enough to tell you his pain was nearly unbearable.

“there.”

ash nudged your shoulder gently, his finger pointing toward the sky.

the gasp that left your mouth was unintentional, your eyes widening as the figure above began to get closer.

a male that mirrored the same wings as ash waved with a smile, his gaze also landing to you.

“ash!” he called, chuckling in disbelief. “you made friends with a human?!”

ash smiled at the sound of his voice, shaking his head. “just shut up and help me.”

the boy laughed, landing on the deck quietly.

“shorter.” he greeted, waving to you.

you smiled, waving back. “y/n.”

shorter copied your expression, walking behind ash.

he grimaced as he took a look at his wings, his hand gently running down the most injured one.

“yikes, they got you good.”

ash rolled his eyes, waving him off. “yeah, yeah. just hurry up.”

shorter nodded, and you watched with wide eyes as the injuries seemed to minimize in a flash.

five seconds, you counted.

5 seconds and all the wounds were gone.

“pretty cool, right?” shorter turned to you, grinning.

astonished, you nodded, too shocked to say anything.

shorter, amused at your reaction, giggled.

he pat ash on the back, hand ruffling through the feathers. “alright bro, you’re good to go.”

ash nodded gratefully, sighing in bliss as he stretched out his wings.

you watched, memorized at the beauty in front of you.

angels, you would never get over it.

“let’s head out.” ash announced, suddenly standing up, his being glowing as his body was now completely healed.

shorter glanced to you, silently asking - “you’re coming?”

you didn’t miss how his gaze dropped down to where your heart was.

ash was telling the truth.

you nodded at shorter, a sense of happiness washing over you as his expression became one of excitement.

“awesome! ash will carry you, i’m sure.” shorter looked to his friend. “otherwise, i don’t think you’re too fond of walking the plank out.”

ash gave you a thumbs up, nodding.

“yeah, but just hold on tight.” he teasingly spoke, wrapping your arms around his neck.

you nodded at his words, chuckling. “just please don’t drop me.”

you could vision the smirk on his face.

“i’ll try.”

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