So you want to write scifi?
You have your characters bringing along some plants to an alien planet??
Please for the love of fuck join a gods damned online gardening group and ask questions about the plants you are writing about. Even if you're just writing about them in passing and don't think it's important.
Ask if any of the people in the gardening group would check over your writing.
You would not believe how many science fiction writers think "bringing mint to an alien planet" is a totally normal casual thing to do.
Or think that it's possible to "run out of" catnip, which is a type of mint, plants.
Literally a major point of tension in Plague Ship was the fact that they "ran out" of catnip plants to sell. When neither the characters nor the author were aware of let alone concerned about the concept of genetic diversity.
Do you understand how absurd this problem is? Running out of catnip plants??? When you have endless access to soil, water, and light???
If you don't, then that is exactly why you need to do proper reasearch before randomly writing about plants in scifi settings.
If you're planning to include any real actual plants in your setting and your intention is NOT to have your characters accidentally create an ecological disaster.....
please for the love of fuck just look up gardening groups on facebook and find a nerd and ask them to give you some tips and constructive criticism for how you plan to use plants in your scifi setting.
If your characters purposefully bring any type of mint at all to plant on an alien planet they should be considered interplanetary ecological terrorists. And I'm not even joking.
And that's just talking about mint. This isn't even getting into how horrifically literally any "lets bring crops/livestock from Earth to an alien planet" should be going.
Please actually research plants before you include them in your scifi setting. No matter how casual you think the statement is. Talk to people who grow the plants. Maybe fucking grow them yourself if you have the space and are in the right climate. Do real actual reasearch. Understand the plants you are talking about before you casually throw them into your setting.
If you don't understand why bringing mint to an alien planet means you should be considered an ecological terrorist you've got no business writing about plants in scifi. Just make your characters eat synthesized nutrition goo. Please.
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a thing I really fucking hate is when people are like, designing aliens or centaurs or dragons or something and just say, "Oh, well they can't use tools, because their hands aren't the right shape/they don't have hands/ect".
like.
that is not how this works.
Tools are designed to fit the person who is using them. Screwdrivers and scissors and keyboard and laptops and phones and literally all existing technology exists in the shape and form it does because that is what we can use.
Dragons can create and use tools just as much as humans can. They do not need to have opposable thumbs to make or use tools, because the tools they create will be fucking designed to fit their capabilities.
The only thing stopping a centaur from wearing shoes or having clothes is your lack of imagination.
If humans didn't have hands and instead had trunks like elephants, every peice of technology would look very different, to better suit the capabilities of a trunk rather than a hand. Same if humans had prehensile tails, or only paws like a cat or a dog, or no limbs at all, like a fucking snake.
Just because you can't draw the kind of tools your fantasy creature / alien would use does not fucking mean they're just physically incapable of using tools just because they aren't human.
Like for fuck's sake, people, if you don't even want to think about the different ways a species would adapt and create and stuff then why are you even writing about non-humans??? Why are you writing about scifi or fantasy with other sentient species if you don't even want to explore nonhuman cultures and shit????
Stop acting like humans are the One True Sentient Species that all other species wish they could be. That's not how this fucking works.
Edit: This post is not aimed at kids. This post is aimed at adults who have been writing and creating for decades. I'm not mad at kids for not having good enough world-building, I'm mad at adults who are older than me insisting that only able-bodied human beings are capable of using or inventing tools simply because they can't be bothered to look or imagine beyond their own perspective for five seconds.
Because if it's not obvious, a shit ton of fucking real-world ableism is baked into this problem.
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The bakery is a front!...right? Part 3
Danny carefully finished the last details on a special order cake done by his newest and likely most crucial customer should the man like his pastries.
Bruce Wayne's butler was to arrive in twenty minutes for his youngest son's birthday cake. It was a staking tower and three smaller stacks, each depicting a cow on a farm, and a cat sleeping with a dog in the middle of a leap. Damian had asked for a cake that showed all his pets but was vegan.
It was an honestly fun order even if he didn't quite understand the special instructions.
"Damian's school friends mention a fun new "suger energy" coming from this bakery. I want him not to be seen as someone out of touch, so please make sure to add that in," Bruce Wayne said over the phone to a shocked Danny a week prior. If he got Wayne's attention, then soon his bakery would be the newest hot spot in Gotham!
It would be the perfect cover for bringing over more funds from his Ghost Vault and expanding. He could help many more people with employment without bringing the pesky IRS on his head for having unexplainable cash.
Sometimes doing everything by the book was a headache and a half, but if there was one thing Fentons knew how to do, was make their business significantly legal. How else would his parents file taxes for "ghost hunting?"
Handsome possible mate is near. Phantom purred in his mind while Danny spun the cake one last time to ensure everything was in order.
Sure enough Alvin appears at the kitchen door, not quite within the room, staring
. Danny has no problems with who is in his kitchen, but Andres insisted only kitchen staff needed to be back here. Apparently, they didn't have enough legroom to add more people, taking up unnecessary space.
And Andres had a strange urge to keep all their recipes a secret. It was not uncommon in Gotham for big corporations to send in spies and cause small businesses to go bankrupt when selling their secerts.
Danny, knows he's a good baker, has since he was a child. Even before his move, he could convince other ghosts Rogues to stop mid-fight for a snack break because his creations were tasty. While his original recipes falling into the hands of greedy rich men made him squirm, it was primarily due to someone taking credit for his work rather than any funds lost to them.
So after a while, he agreed to Andres' demands and promoted him to store manager. It was easier to have someone from Gotham run a Gotham shop. It left Danny with more time to bake and keep a eye on the community's recovery.
He was so happy to see that overdoses had gone down by nearly sixty percent since he opened. The homeless population had decreased by forty percent, and overall crime in his area had been a good twenty percent.
It was good to see how he was protecting his haunt.
"Danny" Alvin called after a moment. "Do you need help?"
Now, Alvin is a great guy, cute too but he couldn't decorate a cupcake to save his life. His bother was a better hand in the kitchen.
Bring him to our nessssstttt Phantom urged with a shocking wave of want, almost having Danny tumble over. Ugh, his mating season is getting out of hand.
He had seen Frostbite last week about it, but the yeti told him it was perfectly natural for ecto-beings. He would start to stabilize soon, and hopefully, Phantom would no longer be tripping over its tail to get a significant other and start a family.
His nesting problem only grew recently. Now Danny owned every building on the block- primarily due to the facilities being old businesses that went bankrupt years ago and made it super cheap after sitting there for years collecting dust. He had realized that kids didn't feel safe with adults, so a new building went up for homeless adults on his other side. Then he realized that they could benefit from a laundry place which happened to be one of the businesses that went under.
He got that remodeled and threw more goons into it. Scarecrow's old goons had gotten the word out that Danny paid well, gave excellent benefits, and working for him had the less likely chance of getting their face smashed in. Then a homeless kid asked Danny if he could borrow his bathroom because the temporary ones in the side buildings were small and cold, and the kid really missed splashing around in a tub instead of a shower. He realized he also needed to offer that. So one of the buildings was turned into a bathhouse, with rentable personal spa rooms for regular citizens. Now a community laundromat and bathhouse were open at all hours, helping stop the spread of diseases with good hygiene.
Of course, Danny had to make it seem like the money for all of this came from somewhere. He contacted Vlad, whose status as a billionaire made it easy to wire him the funds. When asked, Vlad would only mention trying to get into his step-kids good side.
He still had plenty of street kids doing bakery deliveries for him, but now he had more space to give them a actually apartment. He of course never ask for commitment and they never gave it to him.
He had a few families approach him to rest out the other buildings for business and he was excited to see different restaurants and cafes blooming to life around him. This whole street, once a dead sad thing, was becoming colorful because of him.
'I'm fine thank you Alvin" Danny says shooting the younger man a grin. Alvin face heats up and Phantom is practically beating its head against a wall. Screaming, crying as Alvin plays with bit of his hair at the bottom of his neck.
Danny swallows down the urge run his fingers through it, focusing on his human side as hard as he could.
"Is that the cake with the special ingredient? The one you send the street kids on deliverieswith?" Alvin asks after a moment pause.
"Sure is. Hopefully, we can get the Wayne's hooked on it. It'll be great for business." Danny smiles. There is a split second where Alvin's face tightens around the mouth like he's angry before it's gone.
"Yeah, I bet. Though with the help of Masters, we won't have to worry about funds for a while, right?"
Putting his tools in the sink to soak, the baker shrugs. "Vlad will help but only after he sees potential in something. The set up I have going got his attention cause of our special ingredient. He's dabbled with it before, you know? That's how he got rich"
Alvin jerks his head in his direction. "So he's an expert?"
"More than an expert. He's the main reason we have so much of this stuff to push. I wouldn't be able to get it on my own without his help," Danny says, absent minded. He's busy trying to beat Phantom back with a stick as his ghost side whines for a child of their own.
He's not going to date any of his employees. That's a weird power imbalance that Jazz would never approve of.
Maybe he should take some time away from the bakery for a while. Danny couldn't find true love if he was always working. He'll ask Tucker and Sam to come to some clubs or something. It could be fun.
I want a baby! Phantom sneered outrage that his demands have been ignored.
Soon Danny promised I'd eat two whole bagels later in the meantime.
"Masters is our leading supplier, and he just lets us manage his goods without instruction? Isn't that a bit unorthodox?
Danny blinks " I guess? Vlad's always done some unorthodox deals. His giving me complete control will likely keep him out of the picture once someone catches on. Gosh, sometimes I wish I got out of the family business as my sisters did, but one of us had done this, or our parents would be unbearable."
Alvin Draper looks sadden "Your parents pushed you into this life?"
"Raised me in it," Danny corrects "My dad and I made his special Fruge for the first time when I was three. Been hooked ever since."
Just then Peter is there looking horror stuck "Your old man got you hooked at age three?"
"Yeah?"
"Why do you keep doing it then?"
"The baking? Well, it's ugh part of me now. I'll die of I stop- er die completely. "
Alvin snatched his hand to tug him close, and wow, he was stronger than he looked for a nineteen-year-old. Phantom woofs as the man practically lefts him off the floor to set him on the counter and stare into his eyes. "You don't have to live like this anymore. Let me help you. Let me protect you"
Both Danny and Phantom chock on their shared spit at the best flirting method anyone could use against a protective spirit.
The promise of protection was like someone whispering sweet nothings in his ear during love making.
"I got to go!" He screams jumping away from the brothers to run out of his own bakery in a panic.
Goodness. I need a vacation. Maybe my sisters would be down for some ectoplasm collecting in the Ghost Zone?
(Jason and Tim take the cake for Damian back to the cave, swearing when the test come back as a regular vegan cake. Had Tim stepped in too early and stop Danny from adding the drug?
Jason was angry that Danny was just another kid the adult around him failed. But now Danny was one of those adults, and it's killed him to admit it, but he would still shoot Danny in order to stop the cycle.
Bruce, after confirming the cake was delicate, shared a slice with his youngest, who adored the flavor. It was the best cake he's ever had. Such a waste of talent on crime.
At least the Bats had a new lead. Vlad Masters and his mysterious rise to wealth. They would get him and Danny off the streets.
Danny is miles away, fanning his blushing face as his sister demands more information of the cute baker boy that knew how to flirt with protection ghosts. )
( Part 1) (Part 2), (Part 4)
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